30 million US dollars, according to the current exchange rate, is more than 200 million Hong Kong dollars. Let's just say that if you open a hospital and make money, you may not be able to earn 200 million Hong Kong dollars a year, this guy lost 30 million US dollars and was not poor as underwear, it seems that there is a problem with this money, otherwise he would not be threatened.

"Tell me, where did you get your money?" Yan Murong asked.

"Yes -- it's the money in my hospital." Zhen Cheng whispered, but the flicker in his eyes did not escape Yan Murong's eyes.

"Funds in the hospital?" Duan Zixuan suddenly sneered. "We don't know how much liquidity you have in the hospital, but I know that all the money you've made over the years seems to have gone to the casino, right? Unless you have a small coffer, how can you only have three million in your bank card? ”

"Y-you're checking me?" Zhen Cheng exclaimed with a look of surprise.

"Of course I want to check you." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You're going to buy my hospital, and I can't check you yet? Looks like you're really going to have to call your wife and ask him about your little vault. ”

"She's not in Hong Kong." Zhen Cheng said.

"It's okay." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You may not know it, but the company where your wife works is my friend's property. If my friend called her, she would have to come back with a rocket, even if she was on the moon, right? ”

"Don't tell her, please." Zhen Cheng was really panicked now, and begged in a lamented voice. "I said, I'll say everything—the money wasn't mine, it belonged to my wife, and I sold her shares in the Golden Bottle for it. I lost in the casino before the Chinese New Year, and I lost all my savings over the years, and I still owe them $25 million, and I really didn't have the money to pay it back, so I took advantage of my wife's absence for a few days to sell 20% of her shares in the gold bottle. ”

"Oh? So, the casino video is for you to pay back? Yan Murong asked.

"Yes, I went to pay it back that day." Zhen Cheng didn't dare to hide it anymore and said truthfully. "I sold 20 percent of the shares at 50 percent of the price in order to sell them as soon as possible."

"Sold to whom?" Yan Murong asked.

"Xiang Peiyong." Zhen Cheng said. "He's the general manager of the Golden Bottle, which is my wife's boss."

"Why are you gambling for money?" Yan Murong was silent for a while before asking.

This made him very suspicious. Although Zhen Cheng's money is not much, he can earn a lot of income every year by opening such a big hospital, and he doesn't have to worry about eating, drinking and having fun, it can be said that as long as he doesn't use money to light a fire to play, it will be enough for the next life. But that's it, he still went to gamble for money, and he lost something that could be said to be bankrupt, and it is estimated that the lost money can buy another hospital.

"Why gamble?" Zhen Cheng looked dazed, shook his head woodenly, and said. "I don't know, it's just uncomfortable. If you lose a lot, you want to find a chance to win it back, who knows that the more you play, the more you lose, and the wins are all small money, and you can't plug the hole of loss at all. Then one time, a friend of mine came to me and said that there was a chance to turn the book and asked me if I was interested. ”

"You promised?" Yan Murong asked.

"Promised." Zhen Cheng nodded. "Then he took me to a blockade where I lost 55 million dollars."

After speaking, Zhen Cheng actually cried, and his face was full of regret.

"Now you know you regret it?" Yan Murong sneered, not feeling pity at all for Zhen Cheng's loss.

The poor man must have something to hate - since he gambled, he should have been prepared to lose his underwear, and this cannot be blamed on anyone else, but only himself.

"What's your friend's name?" Seeing that Zhen Cheng didn't speak, Yan Murong asked.

"High earthquake." Zhen Cheng said. "He is a friend I met before I went abroad, and he has been developing in Hong Kong, and I heard that he is now the general manager of White Horse Entertainment."

"White Horse Entertainment?" Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan and asked. "What kind of place is this? Whose industry? ”

"I haven't heard of it." Duan Zixuan shook his head. "I've learned about some of the big entertainment industries in Hong Kong, and I've never heard of this name before — you wait, I'll call someone and ask."

Seeing Duan Zixuan go out to make a call, Yan Murong continued to ask. "You said a man came to your office looking for you, what did he say?"

"What words? What do you mean? Zhen Cheng asked with a blank expression.

"Mandarin or Hong Kong?"

"Neither." Zhen Cheng shook his head. "He spoke English all the time."

Saying that, he was afraid that Yan Murong would not believe it, so he explained. "English is spoken in Hong Kong, and I've always been in the UK, so I don't care what he says."

"Don't think about it." The little snake said from the side. "They won't leave that little bit of a trick behind."

Five minutes later, Duan Zixuan walked in from outside, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I found out, White Horse Entertainment is a bullshit entertainment, it's a small casino."

"Small casino?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked. "Where?"

"White Horse Village." Duan Zixuan said. "Say that the small are all high it, just now someone told me that it is a black casino, there are two tables in it, a baccarat, a blackjack, usually rely on mahjong to collect table fees."

"Damn, that's okay?" Yan Murong looked surprised. "If you have a big fart, you dare to call an entertainment company, these days, it's really loud everywhere."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at Zhen Cheng and said. "Do you hear that? That so-called friend of yours is the owner of a mahjong parlor, and he's the black one. ”

"You mean he lied to me?" Zhen Cheng's face changed greatly, he thought about it, and shook his head violently. "It's impossible, he can't lie to me, he's my friend, and he asked him to take me to play when I first gambled money, it wasn't he who brought it up, how is this possible."

"When was the first time you gambled?" Yan Murong asked.

"Three years ago." Zhen Cheng said. "I was just bored and wanted to find a place to play, and then I heard that the casino was fun, so I went. At the beginning, every time I exchanged 10,000 chips, I would leave if I won and left, and then I made a lot of money, and I thought it was very interesting, it was both entertaining and profitable. ”

"And then the more you gamble, the more you gamble?"

"Hmm." Zhen Cheng nodded in frustration. "Later, after losing a few millions, I started thinking about flipping the bill, and then I gambled more and more. Lost half of my deposit in more than two years. Then I didn't want to gamble anymore and never went to the casino again. ”

"And you have a head cramp this time?" Yan Murong asked angrily.

"I'm confused." Zhen Cheng suddenly burst into tears. "I shouldn't still be thinking about turning the book, otherwise I wouldn't be like this."

"Alright, stop crying." Yan Murong said impatiently. "Tell me the address of that Gao Zhen."

"Jinhong Hotel 801." Zhen Cheng said. "He's been there for a long time, I've been there a few times."

"Got it." Yan Murong nodded and said. "Stay honest for a few days, and then you can go out when this is over."

PS: There's one more chapter, let's make it up tomorrow. I'm sorry!