828: 613 The world bustles for profit (asking for monthly tickets!) 828: 613 The world bustles for profit (asking for monthly tickets!) Yu Guang Rong seed to have taken over the duty of receiving and sending people, picking them up and then taking responsibility for sending them back to the hotel.
“Did Miss Lan co yesterday?”
Song Chaoge spoke up.
“I’m not quite sure about that; after all, Miss Lan wouldn’t report her whereabouts to ,” Yu Guang Rong joked.
Song Chaoge, of course, understood that this was an evasion.
A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake.
Although Haojiang is small, it is precisely because it is small that secrets are hard to keep.
With Yu Guang Rong’s current power in Haojiang, if he wished, there were very few things that could escape his ears.
“By the way, Miss Lan brought a friend with her yesterday.”
Upon hearing this, Geng Long, who was looking out the window, turned his attention.
“Was it Jiang?” Song Chaoge continued.
Yu Guang Rong showed a surprised expression, “Right, it seems Mr.
Song knows him too.”
“We are old friends.”
Song Chaoge chuckled.
Without continuing the topic further, he looked at Guo Anle, “If you have other things to do, feel free to attend to them.”
Guo Anle didn’t catch on and subconsciously said, “What do I have to do?”
Song Chaoge did not follow up.
Yu Guang Rong looked at this young Guo, with an unusual look in his eyes, smiling silently.
“Mr.
Song, Young Master Guo, I should be leaving.
If there’s anything you need, just let know.”
From He Family Manor to Xinghao, it was only a fifteen-minute car ride.
After politely saying goodbye to Song Chaoge and the others, Yu Guang Rong got back into his car and left.
“Brother Song, want to go to the casino?”
Entering the hotel, Guo Anle invited, “I’ve always wanted to see you show your skills.”
“I’m a bit tired, I’ll rest for a while.
You go ahead and have fun.”
Guo Anle didn’t insist, “Then I’ll go try my luck.”
Song Chaoge nodded with a smile.
After Guo Anle left, Song Chaoge walked toward the elevator, with Geng Long following behind.
“Young Master Song, did Miss Lan really co for the He Family’s gambling license?”
“Do you think Mrs.
He would lie.”
“I didn’t an that.”
Without stating the obvious, but having followed her for so long, Geng Long knew at least a few things about her way of doing things, “But Miss Lan has never participated in…
before.”
“Not having done so before doesn’t an she won’t in the future.”
At the sound of a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Song Chaoge entered with an impassive expression, “People change.”
Geng Long fell silent, following into the elevator.
Standing in the ascending elevator, Song Chaoge suddenly chuckled quietly.
He adjusted his glasses, “Moreover, it might not be Aunt Lan who changed her nature, didn’t Yu Guang Rong say Jiang Chen and Aunt Lan ca together?”
Jiang Chen.
Hearing the na, Geng Long couldn’t help but tense his fingers, great achievers are not bogged down by minutiae, but that didn’t an certain things could just be laughed off.
The incident at the GT Bar involuntarily resurfaced in his mind.
Ye Tingxuan, he wouldn’t hate, for he understood the gap between their families, hence Jiang Chen naturally beca the substitute for Young Prince Ye.
That’s human nature.
People never hate those significantly stronger than themselves.
“Young Master Song’s implication is that Jiang is interested in the gambling license?
Does he have the capability?”
Although his tone was flat, Song Chaoge clearly perceived the underlying emotion of Geng Long.
“A person valued by Aunt Lan is not simple,” he sighed softly, “And that guy is really lucky; honestly, I kind of don’t want to sit at the sa gambling table with him.”
That round of Texas Hold’em in Las Vegas had apparently left an indelible image in Song Chaoge’s mind.
Geng Long was not foolish; after a mont of silence, a sinister look befitting his status crossed his eyes.
“Then just don’t prepare a seat for him.”
Song Chaoge laughed, “This is Haojiang, whether or not to provide a guest a seat is decided by the He Family, not us.”
As he finished speaking, the elevator happened to open.
Song Chaoge walked out.
Returning to his room, Geng Long stood by the window, overlooking this paradise for n, fiddling with a cigar in his hand.
He wasn’t particularly fond of smoking, even barely smoked, but every ti he pondered important issues, he would play with a high-quality cigar, which had beco a habit over ti.
Young Master Song’s intention was of course clear to him.
It seed Young Master Song’s patience with that man was reaching its limit.
It might be difficult to act in the mainland.
But as Young Master Song said.
This wasn’t the mainland.
This was Haojiang!
The only consideration was Miss Lan.
Fine birds choose fine trees to nest in.
Geng Long didn’t think his choice was wrong, but he also never considered truly provoking her.
The reason was simple.
The consequences would likely be unbearable for him.
Given the frequent accompanying of the young man and Miss Lan, their relationship was evidently intimate.
What would Miss Lan’s reaction be if sothing unfortunate happened?
Geng Long didn’t feel that the newly chosen benefactor would protect him should the real Blood Guanyin enrage.
After all, every decision is a calculation of gains and losses.
Lan Pei Zhi might rage over that young man, but would Young Master Song?
Geng Long felt he was probably not so privileged.
Unconsciously furrowing his brows, Geng Long in Jiangnan, who ruled unchallenged, clenched his fingers tightly around the cigar.
No matter what you do, there will be risks.
If he were afraid to bear them, he wouldn’t be here.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
He wasn’t a lucky fellow like the Guo’s Young Master; his current status and prosperity were all gambled for.
As for the guests coming to Haojiang, as hosts, the He Family likely didn’t welco any of them, even viewing them all as potential enemies.
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