Fruit

The next second, Xu Guang dismissed the thought. Everyone knew the casino's tricks: nine out of ten gamblers lost. If they let you win money freely, how could they stay in business? But then why did so many people still love gambling and never tire of it?

Because casinos really did have plenty of examples of people getting rich overnight, and not everyone lost. Casinos profited from the overall trend; they would not keep hounding one fat sheep to death. To use an inappropriate analogy, stock investors all knew the dirty tricks of the market: big fish ate small fish, small fish ate shrimp, and shrimp ate retail investors. Right, retail investors were trash not even worthy of being called shrimp.

Yet people were still passionate about trading stocks because it really could make money. Big fish, small fish, and shrimp would not keep hounding one retail investor to death. Xu Guang was an old driver who had been to Macau; he could tell the difference between a casino fleecing fat sheep and relentlessly targeting retail investors. His current situation was clearly the latter.

If Xu Guang had been smarter, he should have recalled that Boss Chen had specifically introduced him to the man surnamed Zhang. His feud with lenders, the kind where they could not live under the same sky, had long been known to others.

The man surnamed Zhang stared him down, his tone still carrying faint provocation. "Director Xu, you're hesitating over just a little more than a million?"

Xu Guang decisively folded. In a second, he cowered like a dog. "Ah, I'm scared, I'm scared. Boss Zhang is a living God of Gamblers. Impressive."

The man surnamed Zhang froze, seemingly somewhat bewildered and surprised. This guy had just been acting like he could take on ten