In the hotel room—

"Oh, I'm going to die, I feel so uncomfortable!" Fu Jiajun moaned while lying on the bed.

"It's not that miserable!" Song Zhichao patted him with his hands.

"Well, am I dead?" Fu Jiajun asked with his eyes closed.

"I'm not dead yet, at least I can still talk."

"Are you not dead? Why do I feel bored all over?"

"You drank so much last night, and didn't eat in the morning and at noon. It would be strange if you have energy on your body." Song Zhichao walked over and pulled open the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight shone in in the afternoon, stimulating Fu Jiajun's eyes slightly.

Fu Jiajun covered his eyes with his hands and tried hard to support himself. He muttered to Song Zhichao: "Didn't you say that my haggard appearance can win the sympathy of the gambling king? How about it now, isn't it even more pitiful?"

"You are not pitiful, you are lazy - Manager Liu and Secretary Zhou of the hotel came just now and asked if you would be in a meeting?"

"Are you having a meeting? What are you going to discuss whether the hotel should close the business or not? Or discuss changing me back and transferring my sister Fu Qingying to Macau?" Fu Jiajun adapted to the light indoors, sat by the bed with sleepy eyes, looking for slippers.

Song Zhichao kicked his slippers and said, "After all, you have come to Macau, so it's good to call King He to greet him."

"Well, you are right, remind me. I am the second young master of the Fu family. You must be polite. Call Uncle He first!" After Fu Jiajun said that, he immediately cheered up, put on slippers to find the phone number, and then called.

Song Zhichao knew the rules and avoided the side. After all, this is a business matter, so why can't outsiders listen to it?

In a moment—

Fu Jiajun hung up the phone, squeezed his slippers, threw himself onto the bed, and then said to Song Zhichao weakly: "It's done, I've greeted Uncle He, and Uncle He also greeted me. I am his junior. This time I come to Macau, of course I have to take care of me!"

Song Zhichao poured a glass of water and handed it over, "Then he said he didn't say when he would see you?"

"Oh, I didn't say this. I just said that he was very busy recently and had time to call me to have tea." Fu Jiajun turned over and took Song Zhichao's tea.

"Use some warm water and your stomach will feel more comfortable." Song Zhichao said, "Then you'd better greet you tomorrow. The sooner you see him, the better."

"Saturture, I have a premonition that I will definitely see him tomorrow, and I will negotiate with him about the hotel at that time!" Fu Jiajun was full of confidence.

Song Zhichao nodded, "Do you want to order some snacks for you?"

"Uh, it's okay, I'm really hungry after eating something and putting it on. I'm so tired!" Fu Jiajun said with a smile.

Song Zhichao turned around and left, but he had a bad guess in his heart. Mr. Fu probably wouldn't be so easy to see King He.

...

Song Zhichao's guess is very accurate.

In the following days, for two consecutive days, Fu Jiajun kept calling his dear "Uncle He".

But King He looked very strange. To be precise, his attitude became increasingly cold, and in the end, he stopped answering the phone calls.

No matter how stupid and naive Fu Jiajun is, he knows what is going on now.

The gambling king deliberately avoided him.

If you can't see the gambling king, you can't negotiate a business, and if you can't negotiate a business, the Fu family's "Fulia" hotel can only wait to close down.

Although Fu Jiajun seems to be careless about the family business, he keeps making jokes about his hotel in front of Song Zhichao, saying that the hotel's performance is poor and that he will finish it sooner or later, he is still a member of the Fu family, the young owner of the hotel. Moreover, his purpose of coming to Macau this time is to revitalize the family hotel business and be a useful person to the Fu family, and not be underestimated by his father Fu Yunheng, or his elder sister Fu Ying.

Therefore, Fu Jiajun most wanted to make the hotel successful and then open champagne to celebrate the one. But now, I can’t see the gambling king, let alone open champagne, and I don’t even have to drink white water.

As a bystander, Song Zhichao also knew the importance of King He Gambling to the Fu family's business this time.

As a wealthy family in Hong Kong, the real birthplace of the Fu family is Macau. Their ancestor, the Macao gambling king Fu Laorong, was a powerful figure in Macau back then and even more powerful than the Macau Governor of Macau.

After being squeezed out of the throne of the Gambling King by King He and Huo Yingdong, Fu Laorong began to focus on running hotels and opened Fulihua Hotel from Macau to Hong Kong in one go, and then to the current 28 chain stores in Singapore, Malaysia and other places.

With the rapid growth of the hotel industry, the Fu family also moved from Macau to Hong Kong. Fu Laorong ignored the world and handed over the full responsibility of his career to his son Fu Yunheng. Fu Yunheng did not disappoint the family's expectations and made the hotel industry prosperous. In the 1970s and 1980s, he made the three words "Fulihua" extremely loud.

Unfortunately, times have changed. Now that the 1990s have entered, everything is innovating and everything is changing. The family-style business model of Fulihua Hotel is actually no longer suitable for the development of today's era. In addition, the fierce competition in the hotel industries in Hong Kong and Macau has led to the Fulihua crisis.

Relying on the previous connection between Fu Laorong and He Gambling King - to put it bluntly, it was mainly because Fu Laorong knew the current affairs. After He Gambling King ascended the throne of Macau Gambling King, he publicly published an article to recognize He Gambling King's identity. The new and old Gambling King were replaced smoothly, which could be considered as giving He Gambling King's face. Therefore, in private, He Gambling King was also very polite to Fu Laorong and the Fu family.

Because of this, Fu Yunheng boldly asked Fu Jiajun to come over to negotiate with King He, hoping that King He would help the Fu family for the sake of the younger generation and the ancestor of the Fu family.

But judging from the current situation, the Gambling King avoided it, and it was obvious that he was unwilling to give the Fu family this face and was unwilling to give the guests of the casino to Fulihua Hotel.

What to do? Now Mr. Fu was so anxious that he had long since lost the intention of coming to Macau to wander around.

Fortunately, the Fu family made a fortune in Macau after all, and there are some hidden connections. These connections are usually unknown and will only work at critical moments.

Simply put, Fu Jiajun called to find an indigenous Kitaka in Macau. This Kitaka was a genuine Portuguese and had a deep friendship with the Fu family in Fu Laorong's generation. Therefore, Fu Jiajun asked him to help him come forward and made an appointment with King He to meet.

Not to mention, this Cheer is quite good at face. He even invited the Macau Governor to have dinner at home. Even if the gambling king dominates Macau, he is more famous than the Macau Governor, but he still has to give him a little bit of a thin face in this regard.

So under the arrangement of this Qi Lao, King He made an appointment to meet Fu Jiajun at the Macau Lisboa Casino tomorrow.

When Fu Jiajun heard this news, he felt anxious and nervous. He was relieved. For him, as long as he could see King He, it would be half successful. If he remembered well, "Uncle He" had hugged him when he was a child. During the Chinese New Year, he even asked him for New Year's money.

"Achao, you don't know that Uncle He gave me a big red envelope that time, and he had more money than anyone else's New Year's money!" Fu Jiajun said excitedly, "So I believe things will go smoothly tomorrow. Besides, we just asked him to help introduce some customers. It was just a small task for him, and there should be no problem!"

Seeing Fu Jiajun say this, Song Zhichao just smiled, put the fire with his hands and lit a cigarette.

He was unwilling to destroy Fu Jiajun's good mood.

In Song Zhichao's opinion, Mr. Fu came to Macau to find He Gambling King this time, but it was not as simple as asking for a red envelope. The guests of Macau casinos were the biggest bargaining chips in the hands of He Gambling King. He has been dominating Macau for 30 or 40 years, and He Gambling King is smarter than a ghost. He can defeat Fu Laorong and drive Huo Yingdong away. How could he be an ordinary person?

Is the kind old man who gives red envelopes?
Chapter completed!