Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1245 Old man, I like you
Before entering the hotel, Nan Yi took the time to ask about Liu Jun's news. He learned that this guy had just captured the female celebrity who gambled at the same table with him last night, and now she was doing aerobics in the swimming pool. A sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.
"That's right. The next one is the cute Taiwanese PR girl, and the next one is Yamedie... It doesn't seem right, it should be Simida, I can't remember, but it's either Yamedie or Simida."
Recalling the sequence in his mind, Nan Yi's people had already arrived in front of KiKi's room and rang the doorbell. Half a minute later, the door was opened and a face covered with traces of crying appeared in his eyes. Then, the person threw himself into his arms and cried aggrievedly: "Brother Ying, why did you come just now? If you came half an hour later, I would have wanted to jump off the building."
Nan Yi disagreed with KiKi's words. Before a gambler is completely cleansed, he will have thoughts of suicide, but he will never put them into action. He will not die until he reaches his goal.
He patted KiKi on the back twice, then pushed her away, walked past her and sat down in the living room, looking around the room. KiKi closed the door, sat down next to Nan Yi, leaned on his arm, and continued to cry, "Brother Ying, what should I do? I can't take out so much money. I can only ask my parents for it. If they knew that I lost so much money, I dare not think about it..."
“How many days of interest-free period did Stella give you?”
"Ten days."
"How much do you owe?"
"45 million."
"Playing under the stage, right?"
KiKi said timidly, "Yeah."
Nan Yi stroked KiKi's hair gently, then gathered her hair together and pulled it hard. KiKi felt pain and tilted her head back, looking up at Nan Yi's face at a 45-degree angle.
"I told you I'm a professor and my job is to teach and educate people. Yesterday morning I tried so hard to persuade you, but not only did you not listen, you deliberately did the opposite, right? You really think you're the sun and everyone else has to revolve around you. You're hurting yourself, and the ones who care about you are the most hurt, right?"
Nan Yi poked KiKi's forehead with his other hand, "It's full of water, right? Did I mention Qu Qu Mei to you yesterday and make you yearn for this profession? You should be glad that you are not my daughter, otherwise I would break your hands and feet. I would rather support a useless person like you for the rest of my life. You don't cherish your status as a rich second-generation, but you insist on being a dog."
After being scolded by Nan Yi, KiKi just kept crying. She was very sad, so sad that I felt pity for her.
Nan Yi did not comfort her, but analyzed in his mind how much regret she had, how much was the psychological hint she gave herself, and how much was acting.
Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, you can only express your true feelings 100% when you are alone. When there are other people around, you will consciously or unconsciously put on a show, more or less. This has nothing to do with your character, but is a subconscious action prompted by the cowardice .
Of course, it may also be a deliberate performance. Women always deliberately show their weakness and helplessness in front of men because their subconscious and life experience tell themselves that doing so can bring unexpected benefits.
Nan Yi was aware of this , but his heart softened involuntarily. He was already weighing whether KiKi was worth his 45 million Hong Kong dollars.
If we relax the standards, KiKi's appearance value can be up to 7 million RMB at most, which is not a low score. In Nan Yi's eyes, no woman is worth more than 10 million RMB just based on her appearance value.
As for brains, no matter how smart KiKi is, just because he is a gambler and would lose so much money, giving him a zero would be considered as showing mercy. People who like to gamble are worthless in his eyes.
After thinking for a while, Nan Yi said after KiKi's noises became quieter: "I can help you pay off the money first, but you have to sign a loan contract with me. You owe me 37.05 million Hong Kong dollars. Pay it back within five years, and I won't charge you interest."
KiKi wiped away her tears, feeling relieved but looking at Nan Yi in surprise. She didn't understand how the other party came up with the figure of 37.05 million, and why the other party was missing 7.95 million. She vaguely thought of the unpleasant word "keeping".
KiKi didn't know much about Nan Yi, but in her panic after losing money, she treated him as a life-saving straw to get to know him. She had confirmed that Nan Yi was a professor at Peking University, and based on what she had seen, she had no doubts about his financial resources. She also had some good feelings for Nan Yi and was not too resistant to being kept, but why did he owe 37.05 million? Was she only worth 7.95 million in his eyes?
Let’s not talk about the highs and lows for now, why are there zeros and whole numbers?
Outside the gambling table, KiKi is still a smart person. When she regarded Nan Yi as her life-saving straw, she had already considered and weighed the pros and cons - whether Nan Yi would help her, what conditions would he put forward if he helped her, what she would need to pay, etc.
She did not ask her own questions, but just snuggled into Nan Yi's arms, quietly.
After a while, I fell into a deep sleep peacefully.
Nan Yi carried the person to the bed and settled him down, then went to the VIP lounge and met Stella.
There are quite a few women among the code-dumpers. After all, prostitution and gambling are inseparable. If they are pretty and smart, they can easily get popular among the male tycoons and become a small BOSS with a few pickpockets under them. They can earn millions or even tens of millions a year.
But someone like Stella who could become the hall owner must be one of the best. Her abilities and skills could not be simple, not to mention that she dared to take actions that were strictly prohibited. She must have the courage and connections to break the law and settle the matter, as well as good connections in the mainland, and she must have a few smart and ruthless henchmen under her.
Gambling debts are not so easy to collect. If you want to make a gambler give up his last fortune and become penniless, how can you get the money without using the threat of at least three to five years in prison?
"Stella, I like to reason the most. Every industry has its own rules. Gambling debts are also debts. I will take responsibility for KiKi's debts." Nan Yi waved his hand. Two people walked out from behind him, put two suitcases on the coffee table and opened them, showing the neatly arranged thousands of Hong Kong dollars inside, "Count them."
Stella glanced at the suitcase and smiled, "No need to order. I believe in Mr. Nan's credit. Mr. Nan spends a lot of money for his beloved. He is really generous and unrestrained. Miss KiKi is so lucky. Why can't I meet a man like Mr. Nan?"
Nan Yi waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't say compliments, I know that every nice word from your mouth will be converted into profit. I said, I like to talk about reason."
Nan Yi pointed at the suitcase and said, "This time, let's treat it as a fair trade. One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten. No one can blame anyone. Next time KiKi comes to play, it's up to you to give her how much food you want. You can chase her for the money she owes you anyway you want. You don't need to come to me. I won't care about her bad debts, nor will I care what means you use. Just treat me as an irrelevant person."
Nan Yi then made another turn, "But the debt I'm talking about does not include the bottom of the table. If you go to her to gamble the bottom of the table again, it's equivalent to making a grudge with me. Let me reiterate that I like to reason. You think I'm like a sheep. I won't bother with you about checking my background, but please don't do it next time."
Nan Yi stood up, took a few steps, looked back at Stella, and sneered, "That pink underwear doesn't quite suit your style. The black one is nice, and the leopard print one is also okay. I agreed yesterday that I'd treat you to a meal if I win money, so it's scheduled for tomorrow at noon. Please come and do me a favor. Bye."
Nan Yi's last words made Stella's face change drastically. She realized that the information on her computer had been leaked. She first thought that someone had sneaked into her office, and then immediately ruled out hackers. Combined with Nan Yi's warning, she also thought that it was because she checked Nan Yi that the other party followed the trail to her computer.
Stella's shocked face became extremely ugly. She seemed to have hit a wall this time. After thinking for a while, she suddenly thought of something.
She jumped up, opened the safe, took out KiKi's loan contract, trotted out of her office, and chased after Nan Yi who was leaving. At the entrance of the casino, she caught up with Nan Yi who was standing there looking at her.
"Mr. Nan, you forgot to take this." Stella handed the contract to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi took the contract and said apologetically: "Sorry, I really forgot. Thank you for catching up with me."
Stella cursed in her heart: “I’ll hit you with my lungs, it’s strange that you will forget it, it’s obviously a reason to deal with me.”
Stella was right. If she didn't hand over the contract within two days, Nan Yi would punish her. There are rules in the industry. The money has been repaid, but the loan contract has not been handed over. This is clearly a plan to reap the benefits repeatedly. If he chops off her hands, no one will dare to stand up and say no.
The interests of the people standing in the front are not only involved in the Macau Casino. If Nan Yi does not want to make enemies with the people with related interests hidden in the dark, he must have a legitimate reason. There will be a price to pay for bullying others unreasonably. What's more, it will also benefit the Nan family if he sorts it out.
People with different identities will have different impacts when doing the same thing. Nan Yi's identity is enough to make others think deeply and consider whether there is a deeper intention behind a simple thing.
Nan Zeqiong's surname is not Nan on his ID, but Bo, the same as the bloody Bo.
…
KiKi slept very soundly. When she woke up, it was already two o'clock in the morning. She slept for thirteen hours in total.
She opened her sleepy eyes and looked around the bedroom. She didn't see anyone else and nothing wrong. There was only a glass of water on the bedside table. She picked up the glass and felt the warmth from the wall of the glass reaching her palm. She couldn't help but feel warm inside.
I put the cup back on the bedside table, got dressed, and came to the living room. The first thing I saw was Nan Yi sleeping on the floor. I extended my gaze and saw a strange man sitting on a chair with a mobile phone in his hand. Judging from the movement and frequency of his thumb swiping the screen, he should be reading a novel.
"Shh!"
The strange man sensed her presence, hushed at her, and pointed at Nan Yi lying on the ground.
She nodded, turned around quietly, walked to the bathroom near the door of the room, entered, closed the door gently, and washed herself carefully.
While brushing her teeth, she could clearly feel the sweetness of the toothpaste conveyed to her taste buds. She was hungry.
After quickly washing up and walking out of the bathroom, she saw the strange man standing in a position where she would not be frightened, making gestures with his hands to ask her to open the door and go out.
She nodded, gently opened the door and walked to the corridor outside, where she found another strange man waiting for her. The man was holding a plastic bag, which should contain food.
"Ms. KiKi, please follow me."
She followed the man into the elevator and went down to the hotel lobby, where she sat down at a table for guests to rest.
The man put the plastic bag on the table, took out a bucket of instant noodles, a lunch bag, and a drink of unknown origin. After he put the things away, he said to her, "Miss KiKi, this is the paralysis meal that the gentleman ordered to prepare for you. Please enjoy it slowly."
She asked curiously, "Why is it called the paralysis meal?"
The man explained: "There is a low-end casino in the Landmark that is popular among the public. In order to attract popularity, it launched a free package, mainly to entertain gamblers who have little money but like to gamble and make money. If nothing unexpected happens, Miss KiKi will soon be wandering around the midfield and smoking room every day. Once a man looks at you, you will ask him 'Do you want to go?'
After finally earning some money, Miss KiKi would rush to the gambling table. Once she lost all the money, she would run to Jardine Matheson to eat some lame meals. Day after day, she lived like a bitch.
Maybe one day, Miss KiKi will become addicted to drugs, and die in an unknown alley two or three years later. The rats in the gutter will crawl all over your body, sniffing here and there. After a while, except for the ones that bite your ears, the others will run away, because they can only bite two ears and the other rats find the rest smelly.
Don't bear a grudge against him, he was just repeating my words."
The man paused and continued, "The above is what the gentleman asked me to tell Miss KiKi. Please enjoy. I'm going to the hotel entrance to smoke. Call me if you need anything."
The man placed a handkerchief on the table and left.
There was no one around her, and she burst into tears in an instant. She was terrified by the scene described by the man, but also felt a bit remorseful. 60 million, a full 60 million, and she lost it all in less than half a day.
When Nan Yi woke up, he opened his eyes and saw KiKi sitting in front of the small teahouse with "痛前" written on her left cheek and "改非" written on her right cheek. He stood up and walked behind her, and saw that she was staring at the credit card limit page on the bank's APP. The fixed limit of 500,000 plus the temporary limit of 200,000 had almost been maxed out, leaving only a few hundred yuan of limit.
“How many cards have you maxed out?”
"I only have two credit cards, and they're both maxed out," KiKi said, turning around.
"Tsk, you're not that great as a second-generation rich kid. 60 million minus 45 million, minus your previous winnings, you only have 7 or 8 million in cash on your card."
KiKi rolled her eyes, "My dad isn't Wang Jiansen, isn't seven or eight million enough?"
"It's a lot of money, but it doesn't match your generosity when gambling. You bet one million at a time. I think, if you don't have 100 million, you should have at least 70 or 80 million in cash." Nan Yi joked.
“Brother Ying, please stop scolding me. I know I was wrong.” KiKi clasped his hands together and begged.
"If you know you're wrong, there's hope. I hope you're not just admitting your mistake with words." Nan Yi turned and walked towards the bathroom. "Don't worry about your credit card balance. I'll give you another 2.95 million Hong Kong dollars to make it a round number of 40 million. You should think carefully about how to pay me back. Five years will pass quickly."
KiKi shouted at Nan Yi: "Can I pay you with my body?"
"You're dreaming. One thing is one thing. A debt is a debt. You have to pay it back even if you are my wife."
"You're 57 and I'm 25, don't you want to compensate me?"
Nan Yi leaned out of the bathroom, showing off his biceps and waist, "Are you at a disadvantage?"
KiKi laughed, "You're quite cute as an old man."
Nan Yi didn't reply, he retreated back to the bathroom, and after washing up he walked back to KiKi.
He raised his hand, pinched KiKi's chin, opened her mouth, looked at her teeth, and then said with disdain: "I wanted to give you a goodbye kiss, why are you so dirty, there are chopped green onions from instant noodles on your teeth, and you don't rinse your mouth after eating, saving it for midnight snack when you're hungry at night?"
KiKi rebelled when she heard this, she broke free from Nan Yi's hand, stood up, and pushed her small mouth into Nan Yi's big mouth. Nan Yi covered her mouth with his big hand and pushed her forward, "Your mouth tastes like instant noodles, stay away from me."
KiKi's rebelliousness turned into anger. She put her hands on Nan Yi's arms, kicked her legs, jumped up, clamped her calves around Nan Yi's waist, and pushed her body forward little by little.
Nan Yi didn't dare to move with KiKi in this position. If he moved, KiKi would easily fall backwards. He had no choice but to stretch out his other hand to grab KiKi's shoulders and pull her into his arms, then he pulled his other hand back and reached forward to hug KiKi's waist. Now, KiKi fell into his arms.
The little mouth continued to be restless, shaking its head left and right, determined to kiss Nan Yi's big mouth.
"You don't have any STDs?"
Nan Yi's inappropriate question made KiKi roar in anger. Her eyes were blazing with fire. She tightly wrapped one arm around Nan Yi's neck and grabbed Nan Yi's chin with the other hand. Once it was fixed, she blocked his mouth with hers.
Five minutes later, KiKi, with a flushed face, looked down at Nan Yi with loving and proud eyes, "Old man, is the little beauty sweet?"
"It's not sweet at all, it tastes like chopped green onion." Nan Yi stuck out his tongue and scraped it across his lips, leaving a piece of green chopped green onion on his upper lip. He raised his hand and wiped it, then flicked it across KiKi's cheek, "If you cherish it so much, just treat it as a beauty mole."
"Hahaha." KiKi laughed for a while, then teased, "You're stained with my perfume. I wonder how you're going to explain this to your wife when you get home."
"What a joke. Who do I have to explain to if I win a million dollars to pick up girls?" Nan Yi let go of KiKi's hand and said, "Get off. I have to leave. I have two babies waiting for me at home."
KiKi's eyes widened as she asked, "You raised two in Macau?"
"Don't talk nonsense, and don't guess blindly. I'll tell you later. There aren't many places to go in Macau without gambling. I guess you've been to all the places you should go. I'll book a flight for you in the afternoon, or do you want to stay for two more days before leaving?"
KiKi thought for a moment and said, "When are you leaving?"
"I'll stay a few more days."
"And then, return to the capital?"
"No, I have to go to several countries for business."
KiKi asked with great interest: "Which countries?"
"You want to come with me?"
“It depends on where you’re going.”
"Japan, India, and a trip to Africa."
"I want to go."
Nan Yi pinched KiKi's nose and said, "You seem to be not at all unfamiliar with the change of identity. Do you have experience of being someone's lover?"
"You have experience." KiKi pried Nan Yi's hands apart, held his cheeks again, and said in a tender voice: "Old man, I really like you a little bit. I want to date you. Before we go to bed, can you let me get to know you a little better?"
"Of course, you can continue to stay here. You can take care of your own lunch. I'll come to see you in the afternoon."
KiKi nodded, "I'll wait for you."
…
Pansy private dish.
Nan Zeqiong’s property, the eighth birthday gift given to her by Nan Yi.
At noon, Nan Yi asked Stella to come here.
Stella seemed to attach great importance to this lunch with Nan Yi. She wore a black dress, a pair of sparkling tassel diamond pendants on her ears, and bright red lips, looking a bit charming.
It's no wonder that she could take the position of hall owner and attract one wealthy customer after another to her VIP room to gamble. However, the wealthy people who came into contact with her seemed to have no luck and all ended up being washed up.
Stella's careful dressing made Nan Yi smile. It seemed that this woman was a glutton. She would not let go of a fat sheep, even if the fat sheep had fangs.
The characteristics of Pansy are top-quality ingredients and private space. Only one group of guests will be served for each meal, and there are no waiters. After the dishes are served, the guests have to handle the rest by themselves.
Stella sat very close to Nan Yi, right next to him. She didn't look like a guest but more like a waitress. She would pick up whatever dish Nan Yi wanted to eat and bring it to his mouth. The same went for drinks, she would bring the cup to his mouth and feed him.
After enjoying the service for a while, Nan Yi smiled and said, "You should have hundreds of millions of assets, right? Do you need this level of service?"
Stella responded with a faint smile, “I’m used to it. Mr. Nan, do you think people like me are humble?”
Nan Yi keenly felt that Stella played the emotional card, lowered her posture, gained his sympathy, then established a relationship, and finally led him to the VIP room and sent him to the gambling table. This should be a common tactic used by female code-makers, who believe that they will be the fatal weakness of men.
Nan Yi clapped his hands. "In a place where no one cares, I sell my dignity for a few coins. When I return to a place full of people, I throw money around and enjoy the attention of everyone. Sitting behind the surveillance camera, I watch my prey's ecstasy and sorrow as I imagined, and then I bet the last penny as I designed. One day, I will kneel in front of you, rub my hands together, and beg for mercy. This feeling must be extremely refreshing, right?"
Stella looked at Nan Yi, surprised and a little horrified. This man must be a devil. He dug out all the little thoughts in her heart. This man was different from any rich man she had served before. They would feel pity for her when she behaved so humbly, but he seemed to have no sympathy at all.
Seeing the change in Stella's expression, Nan Yi chuckled, "Don't be surprised, figuring out people is my hobby. When I was sixteen, I selected a few subjects to observe, analyzed their personalities, work styles, and characteristics of thinking about problems, and kept predicting what they would be like in half a year or a year. Regardless of whether the prediction is accurate or not, I will summarize the experience and lessons.
It has been going on for 41 years now. No matter how dumb you are, you can always gain some experience and skills in analyzing people’s minds. Moreover, I am not that dumb and I like to study hard. Moreover, I am lucky and became a rich man quite early. With money, I can naturally hire people to help me analyze and summarize experiences. ”
Nan Yi stood up and poured some drinks for Stella. "Relax, show some dignity as a guest, and don't think too much about things that you shouldn't think about. I was brought up in a strict family and was instilled with the concept of gender equality. I especially respect women, and when I have a relationship with a woman, I will never give her humiliating compensation just because I look down on her."
Stella heard the threat in Nan Yi's words, and she didn't need to pretend to be weak to gain sympathy or seduce him, as he wouldn't fall for that.
She didn't believe that there was a cat that didn't steal fish, so she insisted on giving it a try.
Stella stood up, reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then lifted her shoulders and the dress instantly slipped off her smooth and fair skin, revealing a graceful body in front of Nan Yi.
She has a great figure, not inferior to KiKi.
She sat on Nan Yi's thighs in an extremely seductive posture, with her face close to Nan Yi's nose, her eyes sharp and extremely lethal.
Nan Yi put his hands on her back very naturally, and said with a sly smile: "The action of taking off the skirt is very skillful, which fits the words of Ouyang Xiu: I have nothing special, only my hands are skilled.
Let me guess, my thighs should be the 17092th pair you have sat on. I don’t feel the tenderness from the inside of your thighs, just the smoothness of being often rubbed, a bit like Ma Laosi’s lion head, waxy leather, good, excellent.”
