However, his vacation was cut short before long.
That night, Jiang Siming was gambling heavily at a Las Vegas casino as usual. Several buxom blonde women surrounded him and waited on him while he casually tossed money onto the table.
The Las Vegas casino treated Jiang Siming even more solicitously than they would their own father. After all, given how he sent them money every day, Old Jiang was closer to them than their own father.
Those buxom women had all been provided by the casino as well. He could do whatever he wanted with them.
"Dragon God, I'm sorry, but you lost again." The dealer smiled apologetically as she spoke to Jiang Siming in a gentle voice.
"Oh, bet again." Jiang Siming didn't even look. He casually pushed all the chips on the table forward, then turned his head and opened his mouth. One of the buxom blondes brought a glass of red wine to his lips.
The woman deliberately thrust out her proud, ample chest, blatantly trying to seduce him. She wished Jiang Siming would look at her a few more times and then take her out to have some fun.
Unfortunately, Jiang Siming had no interest in such vulgar beauties.
The dealer quickly revealed the result. He had lost again.
"Bring another ten million in chips." Jiang Siming savored the red wine, leaning against the ergonomic cushion of the blonde woman's body behind him as he spoke calmly.
"Of course. But Dragon God, you already owe 120 million tonight," the dealer said.
Jiang Siming didn't even blink. "The usual rule. Take the IOU to the White House. Someone there will settle the bill."
"Right away, right away! Bring another ten million in chips for Dragon God!"
If Mr. Obama saw this, he would surely cry out in