Hunting for Beauty

"The chances of winning are great. Unless the sun appears from the west, the victory will be ours. This time, not only the Shenlong Group will be destroyed, but the economy of the red "red" China will also experience an avalanche!"

Soros Road.

"That's great, I'm really looking forward to this moment."

Taro Yamaguchi said hurriedly after hearing what Soros said.

"I'll let you see, Mr. Taro Yamaguchi, if there is nothing else, goodbye!"

Said Soros hung up the phone.

Just when Soros hung up Taro Yamaguchi's phone, Ren Xiaoyao brought Evans to Japan through space travel through space travel with Evans.

Takeda Jinghua was sitting on the tatami at home and was drinking sake when suddenly the air in the room fluctuated, and then the figure of Ren Xiaoyao appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Long, you..."

Seeing Ren Xiaoyao suddenly appearing in his home, Takeda Jinghua couldn't accept it for a while, and couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Dear Prime Minister Takeda, you shouldn't have seen anything. I was invited by you to be your guest."

Ren Xiaoyao sat down while talking, poured himself a glass of love wine unceremoniously, and then drank it with his neck up.

After Ren Xiaoyao said so, Takeda Jinghua immediately woke up, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Long is here, please, please!"

"Okay, the response was quick, how does it feel to be the Prime Minister?"

Ren Xiaoyao took a bite of sashimi and asked with a frown.

"Fortunately, it's just too busy and there are too many things, but I can still adapt."

Takeda Keika said truthfully.

At the same time, he kept scanning Ren Xiaoyao with his eyes, trying to see from his face what the world's richest man was doing when he came to his house.

"Mr. Prime Minister already knows that the consortium headed by the Japanese Sanhe Bank has joined forces with the American consortium and is suppressing my Shenlong Group in the international futures market. I would like to ask Mr. Prime Minister to let the Japanese consortium withdraw through your personal efforts. , otherwise it will cause very serious Sino-Japanese diplomatic problems.”

Ren Xiaoyao said respectfully to Wu Tian.

"Mr. Long, I will ask the Ministry of Economic Affairs to establish a branch of the Sanhe Consortium. I believe they will do it according to my will!"

Takeda Keika nodded.

As soon as the words fell, Takeda Takaka picked up the phone and called the Minister of Economic Affairs, Hisashimoto Murayama, and euphemistically explained the issue.

Then Ren Xiaoyao and Takeda Jinghua talked for a while about the long-standing friendship between the two countries, and he left Takeda Jinghua's home with a smile that achieved his goal.

As soon as Ren Xiaoyao left, Takeda Jinghua picked up the phone again and explained to the Foreign Minister of the Ministry of Economic Affairs again, but this time the explanation was not to persuade the Sanhe Bank controlled by the Yamaguchi-gumi to withdraw, but to ask him to transfer funds immediately. Participating in this superficial confrontation with Shenlong Group is actually a commercial war against China.

After Ren Xiaoyao walked out of Takeda Jinghua's house, he didn't feel relaxed. On the contrary, he felt a sense of uneasiness, and an unconfident expression appeared on his face.

Could there be something wrong, Takeda Jinghua would be tricky.

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaoyao shook his body and returned to Takeda Jinghua's home. When he returned to Takeda's home, he just heard Takeda Masakuma's order to suppress China and the Shenlong Group.

In a rage, Ren Xiaoyao really wanted to kill Takeda Jinghua, but he was afraid of ruining the country's diplomatic relations and the old man's affairs.

But if this resentment does not come out, Ren Xiaoyao will have to suffocate to death. Thinking of this, Ren Xiaoyao made an astonishing move.

After Ren Xiaoyao left Takeda Jinghua's home, he took out a human skin mask from the mustard space, put it on, adjusted his body height, and then swaggered into the casino in the Grand Palace in Tokyo, Japan.

From the moment he entered, he started a three-day Japanese war to embezzle money.

At dawn, Ren Xiaoyao yawned and left the Grand Palace with the 30 billion dollars he won. On the next night, he went to the financial field in charge of the Black Dragon Society and took away nearly 40 billion dollars.

The 70 billion income in two days shocked all the people in the gambling industry in Tokyo, and they all wanted to see Ren Xiaoyao's true face.

Today is the third day. In the Grand Palace Casino, all the masters of the Japanese gambling industry and Ren Xiaoyao, whose alias is Zhu Ripo, started a big game on the second floor. Of course, people from the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Black Dragon Club also participated in the Japanese gangsters. , Even from Las Vegas, masters came to watch the battle.

"Today, we are making a big bet with Mr. Zhu here. Each bet is 1000 million U.S. dollars. The first round is stud, and the time is one hour. I wonder if Mr. Zhu will dare to fight?"

The super croupier Miura Yingzimichi who presided over the Grand Palace was in charge of the gamble.

"No problem, since I, Zhu Ripo (Zhu Ripo), dare to come, you can just draw the line, but when you lose, you must transfer the money to my account in time, otherwise it will be too ridiculous Already!"

Ren Xiaoyao said carelessly.

"No problem, there are so many experts in the international gambling industry here, the Grand Palace guarantees with its credibility that the things that Mr. said will never happen."

Sakurako Miura said.

Chapter 844

"If Mr. Long has no objection, then the card will be opened."

A middle-aged Japanese man sitting opposite Ren Xiaoyao said coldly.

"Of course, please!"

Ren Xiaoyao said.

Sakurako Miura started to deal the cards, and half an hour later, the chips in front of Ren Xiaoyao were already [-] billion [-] billion US dollars.

Ren Xiaoyao took a sip of red wine and said, "It seems that Mister is out of luck."

"Mr. Long, don't get too carried away. Anything can happen before the game is over. The one who laughs last laughs the sweetest!"

The little devil opposite Ren Xiaoyao said to Ren Xiaoyao.

"It can only be Long who has the last laugh. I don't know how much money you have to lose. I will tell you responsibly that you are dead!"

Ren Xiaoyao said.

"People from China, it's useless to just talk without practicing, why don't you still play!"

Seeing that Ren Xiaoyao actually provoked him verbally, the little devil, who had already lost nearly a billion dollars, yelled impatiently.

"The Chinese!"

For the Chinese, this appellation means a history of heavy and humiliating blood and tears. The degree of disgust the Chinese have for this appellation is no less than the hatred of the Jews for the term "Nazi".

Immediately, the atmosphere at the gaming table suddenly became tense, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed red, and his murderous gaze immediately glared at the little devil opposite.

"Master, why do you have such an ugly face?"

Evans asked with concern while pouring red wine for Ren Xiaoyao gently.

"It's nothing, master, I'm about to tell you a joke with everyone!"