Chapter 3: The God of Gambling Possesses Him

  Peng Haoming's information fee was not wasted. In less than two days, Weng Chai had dug out what the bald-headed scar-faced man was all about.

  Peng Haoming listened to Weng Cai's account and roughly got the bottom line, asking: "You mean that through him, you can get in touch with Long Kun?"

  "This... boss, I think it's not easy... after all, their business risks are so great, they are very cautious." Weng Cai also spoke bluntly.

  "What has he been doing in Gong County for half a month?"

  Weng Chai laughed and said: "Boss, usually it's the subordinates who do the work, but Long Kun has sent out such a big general to preside over this... Hmm? There must be a big deal, right?"

  "I don't care how big his business is, what I care about is whether I can get a foot in the door."

  "Uh... boss, this is really hard to say."

  ……

  Peng Haoming found an opportunity to call his boss and report on the situation: "Boss, the situation has been investigated clearly."

  "Hmm? How confident are you in intervening?" The boss seemed to respond casually.

  "It's probably very difficult at this time... As for the details of their actions, I don't have a grasp on that either." Peng Haoming indeed didn't have much confidence.

  "He's called Xin Yi, nicknamed Crocodile, in charge of smuggling drugs from Southeast Asia." The boss's information was indeed accurate.

  "What do you mean, boss?"

  "If you want to get involved, someone has to introduce you. It's up to you to take the risk...". The boss didn't say much and his instructions were vague.

  "What's going on?" Peng Haoming was stunned, looking at what was happening?

  "Your gambling skills aren't that great......" The boss joked: "But your luck isn't bad...... Tonight, find an opportunity to chat with him..."

  For half a month, Peng Haoming has been wandering around during the day and going to the Casino de Lisboa at night to kill time. He neither wins nor loses, and the tens of thousands of yuan he lost are just the commission for the casino. Peng Haoming really doesn't like this kind of occasion, it makes him feel very uncomfortable. Peng Haoming said: "Boss...this...I'm really not good at this..."

  "Has anything unusual happened recently?" The boss seemed to have ignored Peng Haoming's complaint.

  "There are still many people coming and going. Yesterday, two trucks came, carrying wood, and left this morning." said Peng Haoming.

  "Wood?" The boss was a bit surprised, as wood from the mountainous areas usually converged in another place before being smuggled, and taking a detour to Gangong was somewhat suspicious.

  "You mean this wood is crooked?" Peng Haoming wasn't stupid and roughly guessed what the boss was thinking.

  "Continue tonight, I'll think of a way for the rest." The boss didn't give any further instructions.

  "Alright..." Peng Haoming could only reluctantly agree. When you're under someone's roof, you have to lower your head. If you want to make a lot of money, you just have to put up with it.

  Peng Haoming also wants to make money comfortably, but making money has never been a comfortable thing, especially in this place where the jungle law prevails. Only by climbing to a more powerful position can you earn more money!

  At night, Peng Haoming came to the private room of the Lisboa Casino as usual and took out 2 million chips, which drew some attention from Baldy Scar. Before Peng Haoming could think of what to say, he spoke up: "This gentleman has a very fixed habit, what kind of business does he do?"

  "Peng Haoming replied: 'The timber business is on the land of Guo A's travel.'"

  "Oh?" Bald Scar suddenly remembered, Peng Haoming had already told him that when they first met.

  "Didn't negotiate?" He smoked a cigarette, looking at the cards in his hand, two Ks with a 9, this winning face was very large, and he quickly threw out several chips in his hand: "Add 500,000!"

  "Deal the cards." Peng Haoming followed suit and laid out his hand, three 3s. Although it was a small hand, it was enough to win.

  Bald head knife scar also willing to gamble lose, start the next game refreshingly.

  Peng Haoming gathered his chips in front of him before responding to Guangtou Dao Ba's words: "I'm waiting for the machine."

  "Waiting is a troublesome thing." Bald Head Scar spread out his cards and won back a round.

  "So let's have some fun..." Peng Haoming also pushed his chips forward with a smile.

  "I like this kind of entertainment, I don't know... uh, what's your surname?"

  "My surname is Peng."

  "I don't know if Boss Peng likes this kind of entertainment too, it's simple and doesn't require any skills, all depends on luck."

  Such a game is simple and brutal, doesn't require any brain activity, good luck can make you rich overnight, bad luck will leave you owing a large sum of high-interest debt. This kind of entertainment Peng Haoming doesn't particularly like, but in this simple stimulation, he can find some pleasure.

  "It's okay, just for fun, anyway I'm stuck here. Peng Haoming looked at the cards in his hand and thought about whether to add a bet. A pair of 10s was somewhat awkward, but after thinking about it, he added a bet of 10,000."

  "It seems that Boss Peng is a cautious person, not following. Bald-headed Scarface laid out his cards, the cards in his hand were miserable, and immediately threw over 10,000 chips. Peng Haoming reacted quickly, stretched out his hand to catch the chip."

  "Not bad, Boss Peng." The bald-headed scar-faced man's words were unclear whether they were sarcastic or praising.

  "For people in our line of work, being cautious is not a bad thing. Having good skills can help you live longer."

  "Does trading lumber still require good skills?" Bald Head Scar Knife grabbed a handful of rotten cards and simply gave up early.

  Actually, Peng Haoming also had a bad hand. The bald and scarred man's abandonment made him secretly rejoice: "We have a saying, 'wealth and honor are sought in danger', I don't know if you've heard of it."

  "Hearing this, it seems Old Peng's appetite is not just about doing woodworking."

  "If there's a better deal, of course I can consider it. What kind of business are you in?" Peng Haoming felt that he should be able to dig deeper now.

  "My business, Old Peng thinks it can't be done." Bald Head Scar wouldn't reveal more.

  "It's not necessarily so, those who can go into private rooms for entertainment, I believe you more or less understand their energy."

  "Haha, that's interesting..." Baldy Scar obviously didn't want to continue the topic, chuckled and continued with the game.

  Two hours passed quickly, Peng Haoming's luck was booming today, Bald Head Knife Scar lost over a million, and the chips in front of him were getting less and less, his temper also became more irritable.

  Peng Haoming was calm and collected, focusing intently on the cards, but keeping a watchful eye on Guang Tou Dao Ba's every move out of the corner of his eye.

  Guang Tou Dao Ba picked up a pair of Qs, normally he would have bet without hesitation, but now there were only three lonely chips in front of him. This was an embarrassing bet, adding 10,000, if the opponent didn't follow, he would win just the ante. More importantly, today his opponent seemed to be on a roll, getting trips multiple times in a row. If he went all-in, losing everything was not impossible.

  Peng Haoming still looked at his cards with an expressionless face, waiting for his decision. The bald and scarred man felt that he couldn't quite see through this person. He didn't get excited when he won, nor did he get agitated when he lost. People like him were rarely seen at the gambling table.

  "Where's your sidekick?" Baldy Scar asked, trying to lighten the mood.

  "Play in the outer hall."

  The bald scar waved his hand and a bodyguard walked over, bent down to listen, the bald scar said a few words, and he went out.

  "Can I take a break?" Bald Scar felt that this game was going too hard and wanted to catch his breath.

  "Of course." Peng Haoming slapped his hand on the table and stretched his waist.

  It's unclear whether it was due to Peng Haoming's good luck, but Weng Cai also had a smooth time in the hall, not only clearing his high-interest debt but also gaining a lot of chips. Just as Weng Cai was smiling and playing the slot machine, two armed military police officers approached him from left and right: "Weng Cai, the boss wants to see you."

  The inexplicable Mr. Weng was dragged into a room and muttered: "Can't even let me win some money?"

  Weng Cai's trouser pockets were all emptied, and everything was placed on the table, as usual, he was searched up and down. Weng Cai didn't dare to resist, and could only sweat profusely as he was arranged at will.

  "How much does your boss pay you?" Upon hearing this nonsensical question, Weng's hanging heart was put at ease. With his years of experience in the jianghu, he picked up on the underlying tone and figured that things wouldn't be too troublesome. He hastily replied, "5,000 yuan a month." After some thought, he added, "And there's a commission after the deal is made."

  "Hmm..." This is a common practice here, nothing suspicious about it.

  "How long have you been following him?"

  "It's almost half a year..."

  ……

  Weng Cai indeed answered every question, and the bodyguard who stood by silently from start to finish also didn't seem to have any weaknesses, and was the first to leave after opening the door.

  Weng Cai let out a sigh of relief, and the other party didn't seem to want to ask further either. He waved his hand to indicate that Weng Cai could also leave, and Weng Cai forced a smile, pointing at the things on the table.

  "Take it away." The boss didn't make things difficult for him, and Weng Cai quickly stuffed the chips into his pocket, preparing to leave this place of trouble.

  "Wait..." Old Man Guan heard this sentence and his heart lifted again.

  The boss tossed over a chip: "Take it... Don't tell your boss about today's thing."

  "Understood, understood!" Weng Cai took over the chips and responded repeatedly.

  The bodyguard returned to his seat, and Bald Scar whispered a few words in his ear. Bald Scar looked at Peng Haoming sitting across from him and smiled: "Boss Peng, can we get started?"

  Peng Haoming spread his hands: "I've been waiting for you all along."

  "Hmm? I'll go all-in this round... Not like I have much left anyway." The second half of the sentence is unclear whether it's self-mockery or not.

  "Then I'll follow." Peng Haoming pushed out his chips: "It's still early today, it's a bit of a pity to end so early."

  "Got something on tomorrow, gonna hit the sack early." Baldy Scar said casually.

  "It seems you're also a person with quite some self-control." Peng Haoming flipped over the card, and an old K barely won by a tiny bit.

  Baldy Scarface smiled and didn't flip the card, pushing all the chips over: "Looks like I'm not meant to play cards today, always losing a bit to you."

  "Thanks... shall we continue tomorrow?" Peng Haoming said.

  "No need, maybe next time you'll have better luck." Bald Scar stood up, ending the game. Peng Haoming glanced at his watch, it was just past midnight 12 o'clock, usually Bald Scar wouldn't leave until at least 3 am.

  "Hold on..." Peng Haoming called out to the departing Baldy Scar, counting out 200,000 chips and pushing them over: "Since we're parting ways tomorrow, consider this road fare a token of our friendship."

  "I didn't say I was going on a long journey." The bald, scar-faced man said cautiously, and the several bodyguards around him also sensed something and dispersed to occupy advantageous positions. The card boys and staff in the private room also tactfully hid in the corner, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.