Liang Wanqiu knew how to gamble.
This was Chen Feng's intuition.
He knew it just by watching her shake the dice cup.
A few seconds later.
The dice cup landed.
Liang Wanqiu looked at Chen Feng, seemingly a little nervous: "Chen Feng, can you hear the numbers?"
"Yes."
Chen Feng didn't look serious at all.
He just lazily held a beer can and pointed casually: "One two, two fours. Ten points."
Liang Wanqiu quickly lifted the dice cup.
Her body trembled involuntarily.
Completely accurate.
"Again."
Liang Wanqiu was shaking the dice cup.
After a few shakes, it settled, and she asked nervously: "How many points?"
"Three threes, nine points."
Accurate again.
She shook again, and the cup landed.
"One six four, eleven points."
She shook again, and the cup landed again.
"Two dice are stacked together, three points on top, and the other one, two points."
Liang Wanqiu's expression changed.
He could even hear that.
Again.
After a vigorous shake.
The cup landed.
Chen Feng glanced at her and said casually: "Only one point left."
Liang Wanqiu slowly smiled.
She uncovered the dice cup.
The three dice were stacked together.
There was only one point on the very top.
He could even hear that.
It seemed this man was indeed skilled in identifying numbers by sound.
Liang Wanqiu didn't say anything either, she turned and walked to a bookshelf, reached in and took out a deck of playing cards, then returned to Chen Feng.
She opened the deck, shuffled the cards.
Then she gently placed them on the coffee table and looked at Chen Feng, saying: "Find the four Aces."
Chen Feng looked at the cards on the coffee table.
He slowly spread them out with his hand.
Then he quickly scanned over them, and four playing cards instantly flew out from the long line of cards, but they were still face down.
After picking out the four cards, Chen Feng continued to drink his beer.
Liang Wanqiu blinked, then personally reached out and turned over the four cards.
Indeed, they were the four Aces.
Liang Wanqiu's hand was trembling a little.
She was about to get up, but Chen Feng grabbed her wrist: "Don't test me anymore. You must have heard about me and Ouyang Hua from Hong Kong from Sister Song, right? To be frank, I know a little about every game. No need to keep testing, just tell me what you need."
Liang Wanqiu's face flushed.
She gently twisted her wrist, breaking free from Chen Feng's hand, then slowly turned and sat down, sighing: "Chen Feng, I want to ask for your help."
"Help with what?"
"To defeat Macau Gambling King He Yingsheng once."
Chen Feng shook his head decisively: "Sorry, I don't want to get involved in such matters."
"I'll pay you a fee, one hundred million."
"Not interested."
Liang Wanqiu was stunned: "Not interested in a hundred million?"
"Really not interested."
Chen Feng shrugged.
Liang Wanqiu had no idea that the man in front of her was already a genuine Rich Second Generation with tens of billions in assets, so one hundred million was really nothing.
So.
"Chen Feng, help me, I'll give you one billion. As long as you can defeat He Yingsheng once, I will pay you one billion in one lump sum."
"Sorry."
Chen Feng shook his head, drank the beer in one gulp, then stood up and tidied his clothes, smiling faintly: "Sister Liang, it's too late, I'll be leaving now, goodbye."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Liang Wanqiu quickly chased after him, anxiously saying: "Chen Feng, what will it take for you to agree to me?"
"Sorry, I don't want to deal with such troublesome matters."
Chen Feng waved his hand without looking back: "Sister Liang, this isn't about money. Please find someone else. Thank you for the beer tonight, it was very refreshing."
"Chen Feng."
Liang Wanqiu called out.
"Good night."
Chen Feng had reached the door.
Liang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, stomped her foot hard: "What if I spend a night with you? I... I'm a virgin."
Clang!
Chen Feng closed the door and left.
He didn't stop at all.
Liang Wanqiu's eyes reddened, and she slowly turned and collapsed onto the sofa.
Even this wasn't enough?
...
Leaving the Longhu Yihe Villa complex.
Chen Feng stood on the street again, feeling both amused and frustrated.
It seemed he was destined to stay in a hotel tonight.
No more dawdling.
Time to check in.
Twenty minutes later.
Chen Feng found a five-star hotel nearby and directly requested a luxury king room.
He'd get a good night's sleep first.
As for a house, he wouldn't look for one yet.
He'd just stay in a hotel for now.
And he wouldn't have to clean up after himself.
He'd stay for a few days for now, then figure things out after finishing Yang Chengbin's scenes.
So, that night, Chen Feng indulged himself.
One thousand two hundred a night.
...
Over the next two days.
Chen Feng finished filming his scenes with Yang Chengbin as per the contract.
The funny thing was, Wang Er Mazi was convinced.
He completely lowered his stance.
Every day he would wait in the shop for Chen Feng to finish filming.
As soon as he was done, he would shamelessly pester Chen Feng, insisting that he appraise all the goods in the shop.
To see how many he had misjudged.
Chen Feng didn't act coy.
He just took a casual glance.
What should be hidden was hidden, what should be sold was sold, what should be thrown away was thrown away...
Two days later, the shop was completely transformed.
The initial estimated value of the goods remaining in the shop exceeded two hundred million.
Among them, two pieces of porcelain were estimated by Chen Feng to be worth at least eighty to ninety million, which made Wang Er Mazi ecstatic.
It was only at this moment that he realized that after almost forty years in this business, with his eyesight, he had missed at least more than half of the valuable items.
In those years, the antiques that had slipped through his hands were worth at least tens of millions.
It made him want to vomit blood.
...
Three days later.
Weekend.
Chen Feng checked out of the hotel room and finally found time to return to his hometown in the county.
That day, the Chen family was filled with laughter and joy.
The house was still the same.
Nothing had changed.
His parents' simplicity made Chen Feng sigh with emotion.
Not everyone becomes bad when they get rich.
At least he didn't see that in his parents.
While Chen Feng was feeling emotional, he also saw the dozens of large and small ancient items that had been sealed away, accompanied by his parents.
Oh boy!
They were truly treasures.
After his discerning eye appraised them, their value basically exceeded ten billion without a problem.
So the system was serious.
Moreover, when he saw his grandfather again, the old man, who had been suffering from Alzheimer's for several years, actually recognized him.
He seemed to be in good spirits.
It was also strange.
Thus, Chen Feng stayed in his hometown for over half a month.
It wasn't until the production team of "What is an Actor" called him to inform him that the next elimination round had been moved up that he rushed back to the city.
As for the idea of improving his parents' lives, it was directly squashed.
They really didn't need it.
Nothing he said worked.
Anyway, everything was kept.
They had sold three items last time, cashing out about three million.
They transferred exactly three million to Chen Feng.
The remaining small change was left at home.
With that amount of money, the elderly couple said they had no worries about food or clothing, and their lives had completely entered a prosperous path, telling Chen Feng not to worry anymore.
Just focus on his career.
No choice!
Chen Feng had to give up.
Forcing them was meaningless; as long as they were comfortable, that was fine.
Back in the city.
Chen Feng unexpectedly received a message from Liang Wanqiu.
The content read: "Chen Feng, I'm leaving, going back to Macau. Actually, I want to clarify something: when I decided to get to know you, I didn't know you were skilled in gambling. Do you understand what I mean? You are a good younger brother, and I hope you win the championship in 'What is an Actor' and forge your own path. Goodbye!"
After reading the message, Chen Feng was somewhat stunned.
So.
At that dinner, she didn't know about his gambling skills.
So.
At that dinner. She really wanted to be his sugar mommy.
Is that what she meant?
Awkward!