In-room ---

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm so uncomfortable!" Fu Jiajun groaned as he lay on the bed.

"It's not that miserable!" Song Zhichao patted him with his hand.

"Well, am I dead?" Fu Jiajun asked with his eyes closed.

"Not dead yet, at least still talking. ”

"Am I not dead?

"You drank so much last night, you didn't eat in the morning or at noon, it's weird that you have energy. Song Zhichao walked over and pulled open the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight shone in the afternoon, which stimulated Fu Jiajun's eyes a little.

Fu Jiajun covered his eyes with his hands, tried to support himself, and muttered to Song Zhichao: "Didn't you say that my haggard appearance can win the sympathy of the gambling king, how is it now, is it more pitiful?"

"You're not pitiful, you're lazy--- Manager Liu and Secretary Zhou of the hotel just now came and asked if you had a meeting?"

"Do you have a meeting? What are you going to do, to discuss whether the hotel should close down, or to discuss changing me back and transferring my sister Fu Qingqing to Macau?" Fu Jiajun adapted to the light in the room, and sat on the edge of the bed looking for slippers.

Song Zhichao kicked the slippers to him and said, "Anyway, you have come to Macau, it is good to call He Gambling King to say hello." ”

"Well, you're right, remind me. I'm the second young master of the Fu family, I have to be polite, give Uncle He a call first!" Fu Jiajun finished speaking, he immediately cheered up, put on slippers to find the phone, and then dialed over.

Song Zhichao knows how to avoid the rules and aside, after all, this is a matter of other people's business, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to listen to it.

Fleeting ---

Fu Jiajun hung up the phone, squeezed his slippers, threw himself on the bed at once, and then said to Song Zhichao weakly: "It's done, I greeted Uncle He, and Uncle He also greeted me." I'm his junior, and this time I came to Macau, of course I have to take care of me!"

Song Zhichao poured a glass of water and handed it over, "Then he didn't say when he would see you?"

"Oh, I didn't say that. Just said that he has been busy lately and has time to call me for tea. Fu Jiajun turned over and took Song Zhichao's tea.

"With some warm water, your stomach will feel better. Song Zhichao said, "Then you'd better greet him again tomorrow, the sooner you see him, the better." ”

"Don't worry, I have a hunch that I will be able to see him tomorrow, and I will negotiate with him about the hotel when the time comes!" Fu Jiajun was full of confidence.

Song Zhichao nodded, "Do you want to call you some snacks?"

"Well, it's okay, eat something and pad it, I'm really a little hungry--- I'm tired!" Fu Jiajun said with a smile.

Song Zhichao turned to leave, but there was a bad guess in his heart, Fu Shao was afraid that it would not be so easy to see He Gambling King.

......

Song Zhichao's guess was accurate.

In the following days, for two days in a row, Fu Jiajun kept calling his dear "Uncle He".

He Gambling Wang's side looked very strange, to be precise, his attitude became more and more cold, and in the end, he didn't even answer the phone anymore.

No matter how stupid and naïve Fu Jiajun is, he now knows what the situation is.

He gambled on his descent, deliberately avoiding him.

If you can't see the gambling king, you can't talk about business, and if you can't talk about business, Fulihua's "Fulihua" hotel can only wait for closure.

Although Fu Jiajun seems to be careless about the family business, and constantly jokes about his hotel in front of Song Zhichao, saying that the hotel's performance is so bad that he will have to finish playing sooner or later, but in his heart he is still the Fu family and the young owner of the hotel. What's more, the purpose of his visit to Macau this time is to revitalize the family hotel business and be a useful person to the Fu family, so as not to be looked down upon by his father Fu Yunheng and his sister Fu Qingqing.

Therefore, Fu Jiajun wants to make the hotel a success, and then open champagne to celebrate that one. But now, I can't see He Gambling King, let alone open champagne, and I don't even have to drink white water.

As a bystander, Song Zhichao also knew the importance of He Gambling King to the Fu family's business this time.

As a wealthy family in Hong Kong, the real birthplace of the Fu family is Macau, and their ancestor, Fu Laorong, a generation of Macau gambling kings, was powerful in Macau back then, and was more powerful than the governor of Macau.

After being squeezed out of the gambling throne by He Gambling King and Huo Yingdong, Fu Laorong began to concentrate on running the hotel, and opened Furama Hotel from Macau to Hong Kong in one go, and then to 28 chain stores in Singapore, Malaysia and other places.

With the rapid growth of the hotel industry, the Fu family also moved from Macau to Hong Kong, and Fu Laorong did not care about the world, and handed over the business to his son Fu Yunheng to take care of. And Fu Yunheng also lived up to the expectations of the family, and made the hotel industry prosperous, and in the 70s and 80s, he made the three words "Fulihua" loud and abnormal.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and now in the 90s, everything is innovating, everything is changing. The family-owned business model of Furama Hotels is actually not suitable for the development of today's times, coupled with the fierce competition in the hotel industry in Hong Kong and Macau, so there is a Furama crisis.

Relying on the little contact established between Fu Laorong and He Gambling King before--- to put it bluntly, the main reason is that Fu Laorong knew current affairs back then, and after He Gambling King ascended the throne of Macau Gambling King, he publicly recognized the identity of He Gambling King, and the new and old gambling kings were successfully replaced in this way, which can be regarded as giving He Gambling King face, therefore, in private, He Gambling King was also very polite to Fu Laorong and the Fu family.

Because of this, this time Fu Yunheng boldly asked Fu Jiajun to come over to negotiate with He Gambling King, hoping that He Gambling King would help the Fu family for the sake of the juniors, and then on the face of the ancestors of the Fu family.

But looking at the current situation, He Gambling King avoided it, and made it clear that he was unwilling to give the Fu family this face, and he was unwilling to give the guests of the casino to the Furama Hotel.

What should I do? Now Fu Er Shao is anxious to scream, and he has long lost the mind of coming to Macao to wander and play.

Fortunately, the Fu family made their fortune in Macau after all, and there are some hidden connections. These connections are usually unknown and only come into play when it matters most.

To put it simply, Fu Jiajun called a native deed guy in Macau. This deed guy is an authentic Portuguese, and he and the Fu family have formed a deep friendship in Fu Laorong's generation, so Fu Jiajun asked him to help come forward and made an appointment to meet the gambling king.

Not to mention, this Che Lao's face is quite big, and he has even invited the Governor of Macao to eat at home before, even if he gambles that Wang dominates Macau and is more famous than the Governor of Macao, he still has to give a little thin noodles in this regard.

So under the arrangement of this deed guy, He Gambling King made an appointment to meet Fu Jiajun tomorrow at the Lisboa Casino in Macau.

Receiving this news, Fu Jiajun, who was anxious and apprehensive, breathed a sigh of relief, for him, as long as he could see He Gambling King, it was equivalent to half the success. If you remember it well, when I was a child, "Uncle He" hugged me, and during the Chinese New Year, I even asked him for New Year's money.

"Ah Chao, you don't know, Uncle He gave me a big red envelope that time, more than anyone's New Year's money!" Fu Jiajun said excitedly, "So I believe that things will go well tomorrow." Besides, we just asked him to introduce some guests, and it should be no problem for him to do so!"

Seeing Fu Jiajun say this, Song Zhichao just smiled, put his hand on the fire, and lit a cigarette.

He was unwilling to spoil Fu Jiajun's good mood.

In Song Zhichao's view, Fu Shao's visit to Macau to find He Gambling King this time was not as simple as asking for a red envelope. The guests of the Macau casino are the biggest chips in the hands of the gambling king. After thirty or forty years in Macau, He Gambling King is more shrewd than a ghost, and he can defeat Fu Laorong and drive Huo Yingdong away, how can he be an ordinary person?

A kind old man who gives a red envelope?

Song Zhichao smiled and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.