"Siu-tong, have someone take our friends back to their hotel. Make sure they get there safely."
"Al, we're friends now. I'm always generous with my friends. Everyone in Hong Kong Island knows I'm loyal. If you run into any trouble here, just come to me. I'll sort it out."
Gu Sheng patted Marquis on the shoulder, his manner quite friendly.
"Thank you in advance, Mr. Gu. If I need anything, I'll be sure to ask," Al Gramont said with a nod.
As he watched Al Gramont get into the car and leave, Gu Sheng's face fell, and his brows knitted together.
"Fuck, I keep feeling like I lost out on this deal!"
"Boss, the US dollar exchange rate today is 7.92..." Tin Yeung-sang reminded him from the side.
He had a batch of US dollars on hand, so lately he had been paying attention to the exchange rate without thinking.
"It's not as simple as you think! Once the Continental Hotel opens, the Governing Council will have a legitimate foothold in Hong Kong Island," Gu Sheng said irritably.
Of course, the Governing Council expanding into Hong Kong Island and Southeast Asia would also bring Gu Sheng considerable benefits.
After all, he held one of the twelve First Seats.
And with the High Table's arrival, the police would finally have something other than him to watch.
Although his relationship with the police seemed good now, and Hongxing's transition into legitimate business was going smoothly, he believed there were still plenty of eyes on him.
Yet he still felt he had lost out.
"Fuck, it's all the Grand Elder's fault!" After thinking it over, Gu Sheng cursed bitterly.
Blocking someone's path to wealth was like murdering their parents. How many paths to wealth had the Grand Elder blocked for him?
This was