Century Casino was as luxurious as ever. Amid the nighttime streets of Xiao Molong, its glittering golden neon lights were far more dazzling than they were by day.
From afar, one could see the building glowing brilliantly, as if the God of Wealth had arrived to bring a rolling tide of money.
Without Shen Xing and Guo Limin, his two lackeys, Wang Yan leisurely strolled to the entrance of Century Casino alone today. The milk tea stall from yesterday was still there, so Wang Yan went over and bought another cup.
"Boss, what's up?"
The junket runner from last night appeared before Wang Yan in a flash and proactively paid for the milk tea.
"Business not going well?"
"Not everyone is as generous as you, Boss." The junket runner pulled out a pack of Huazi from his pocket.
Wang Yan naturally took the entire pack, opened it, and lit one cigarette, then stuffed all the rest into his own pocket.
After taking a drag, Wang Yan asked, "Did anyone ask you about me?"
"Uh... no! Absolutely not!" The junket runner shook his head repeatedly.
"Then someone did." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "What did you tell them?"
The junket runner stopped pretending and came clean. "Boss, it was people from the casino. They thought you were an expert, so they wanted to learn a little about you. I told them you were a customer I brought in off the street and that I didn't know much. Boss, you know me—I really don't know anything."
Wang Yan neither confirmed nor denied it, saying nothing.
The junket runner stood to the side with a fawning smile, not daring to speak carelessly. He felt that Wang Yan was a man of few words and assumed he disliked chatterboxes, so he kept quiet.