After leaving the club, Feng Quanhao's expression never improved. He suffered such humiliation today and if he didn't regain his place, he would never hang out in Macau again.
"Where is Zhao Si? Where has this bastard gone?" Feng Quanhao yelled at the people around him.
"No, I don't know! I haven't seen it since the beginning. It seems that I have been in there and haven't come out." A boy next to him timidly replied.
"Damn it!" Feng Quanhao picked up the phone and made a call. When he found that the other party's phone was turned off, he couldn't help but smashed the phone on the ground angrily: "It's unreliable, because he is so unreliable!"
"You guys, go and find out for me now what the background of this kid is. Go quickly!" Feng Quanhao ordered the people around him. After saying that, he got into the car. The car made a huge noise.
With a coaxing sound, he flew out violently. He needed to vent now, vent hard ````````
Completely different from this depressing scene, Mu Chen's private room was filled with joy.
"Come, come, come! Mr. Chen, we have to get drunk today. Your actions just now are so satisfying. You really don't know how arrogant this kid was in the past few days! I can't wait to go up and slap him.
Slap." Some young masters from rich families toasted to Mu Chen, and their mouths were full of flattering words.
They only had a vague understanding of Mu Chen. No one knew his origins. Even the Slender Monkey and the Fat Man who were closest to him didn't know much about him. He appeared in such a high-profile manner and was once known as the number one spender.
The account caused a sensation in the upper class circles of Macau, and tens of millions were spent on it in just a few days. It is not an exaggeration to call such a person a god-level prodigal.
In this way, Mu Chen became famous in Macau, but money alone was not enough. Mu Chen rarely caused trouble, but when he did, it would be earth-shattering. But no matter how much trouble Mu Chen got into, it would all be over within a few days.
Come down, this is why everyone is willing to call Mu Chen "Master Chen".
You don’t need to know what a person does, you just need to know that he is awesome, that’s enough!
Someone once saw Mu Chen boarding a special plane of the Mu Shi Group, and everyone also speculated whether Mu Chen might be the son of a senior shareholder of the Mu Shi Group. But all this is just a mystery, and many people are secretly investigating.
, but all to no avail`````````
"Okay, I think it's getting late. I have to go back early! Drive, I'm driving, so I won't drink more!" Mu Chen waved his hand and stopped the people behind him who were coming over to offer a toast.
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"Ah? Brother Chen? You don't know how! Are you leaving now? How about we play two games later?" The fat man rubbed his hands, obviously he was addicted to gambling.
For these rich second generation, gambling is just a game to seek excitement, the feeling of money flowing in your hands, the thrilling feeling of shouting for cards. If you have never been to Macau, you will never know
You will feel the atmosphere ``````````
"Farewell, I quit!" Mu Chen spread his hands and said, "You'd better give me the car keys. I have some business to do tomorrow!"
"What?" The fat man raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to go to the Han Group to inspect the goods tomorrow?"
"Haha!" Mu Chen smiled and took the car keys: "You are half right!"
"Bye~~ After everyone has eaten and drank, I will leave first!" Mu Chen stood up and shook his hand behind him.
"Hey, Brother Chen, let me see you off!" The thin monkey and the fat man stood up and ran towards the door.
