The Temptation of Infidelity

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Macau.
In this renowned gambling city of the East, every corner is constantly filled with the allure of extravagance and debauchery. As night falls, the bright sunset finally disappears into the darkness, but it doesn't take away the light and heat. The brilliant lights
, as bright as sunlight, pierce the darkness, as if igniting some kind of fervor hidden in the shadows—the breath of a dazzling and luxurious nightlife just beginning. Beneath this glittering light, how many desires are indulging in unrestrained revelry… On the beach, as night descends, the upscale villas of the MGM casino seem to awaken from their slumber. Luxury sports cars carrying men in suits and sexy women in revealing clothes weave between the villas, a new night of extravagance already stirring and ready to begin.
The mirror on the dressing table reflects the voluptuous and alluring figure of a woman. Her long, black hair is styled in alluring waves, with a touch of seductive wine red. She wore a fiery red, low-cut evening gown, her beautiful, rounded shoulders and smooth, jade-like back boldly exposed, revealing her alluring and sexy figure, enough to make one's blood boil. In the mirror, she had already applied her seductive makeup and was carefully placing a pair of exquisite diamond earrings on her ears.
"Baby, you look so beautiful!"
A middle-aged man of about 50 appeared behind the woman, affectionately embracing her from behind and gently kissing her fair neck. He casually wore a silk robe, and although his hair was streaked with gray, he remained tall and imposing. His sharply defined face bore the marks of time, yet he still radiated vitality and energy. He walked with a powerful stride, his virility undiminished, his boundless energy seemingly undiminished.
"Hmm? You're not wearing anything underneath?"
The man's hand slyly slipped inside the evening gown, and the woman couldn't help but moan sweetly, coyly flaunting her charms. She not only thrust out her full breasts, allowing the man to caress them, but also smiled seductively and turned her head to kiss his lips deeply, actively sending her tongue into his mouth for a passionate, smacking kiss.
"You're not wearing anything underneath either, are you? Let me check!"
"Mmm... what's the point of wearing anything? Anyway, you'll all be stripped naked in a bit~" "My slutty baby, I love your slutty side. My son was absolutely right, Zizi is truly a stunning beauty." In the mirror, Zizi's evening gown had already been lifted up to her waist, her smooth, white, and tender buttocks sticking out high, being wantonly played with by the man.
"Hey, you two are just like father and son. I was wondering why Brad was so mischievous; turns out he learned it all from his dad. Dad's even worse." *Smack*... A loving, light slap landed on her plump, lustful buttocks, eliciting a wanton moan from Zizi. The man chuckled as he watched her sway her hips wantonly, continuing to slap her relentlessly.
"You're so horny, shouldn't I punish you a little?"
"Ah... I've been obediently taking the punishment these past two days~ You've almost fucked me to death, isn't that enough~" "Hehe, I've already spoken to you. In a month or two, you'll be working at JPMorgan's company in Hong Kong. Brad will be going there soon too. Once the specific position is decided, he'll contact you." "Sigh... I guess I can't escape the clutches of you two lecherous father and son~" "What? Still trying to escape? Let me tell you, not only can you not escape, I'm going to train you even more." After spanking her for a while, the man seemed to have had enough. He straightened Zizi's clothes and then domineeringly pulled her back into his arms. Zizi immediately and understandingly toned down her previous lewdness and changed into a docile look, nestling against the man like a little bird.
"I don't want to run away, I really don't want to run away~" Zizi smiled seductively, tilting her pretty face up to kiss the man, her slender hands teasingly caressing his crotch. "Your big treasure is much better than a young man in his early twenties, I'm almost addicted to being fucked by your big treasure~" "Hahahaha..." The man laughed heartily with pride, planting a heavy kiss on Zizi's lips. Her compliment had clearly tickled the man's itch; the phrase "better than a young man in his early twenties" subtly implied that his performance in bed surpassed that of his young and vigorous son. For a man over fifty, this was perhaps the highest praise. The man's life
was at its peak, riding high on the crest of success. His name is known to few on Wall Street. Elite bankers on Wall Street address him respectfully as "Mr. Zhang," while his wealthy Chinese friends at the golf club affectionately call him "Old Zhang." And of course, countless beautiful women sweetly call him "husband." When Old Zhang was still young, his parents' series of investment failures threatened the family business. He and his wife took over as heads of the family at this critical juncture, turning the tide and saving the family business. They not only miraculously succeeded in rescuing the family business but also propelled the Zhang family to become a powerful and influential force, possessing immense wealth. Old Zhang's story has become a legend among wealthy Chinese Americans, but whenever someone admiringly recounts his past, Old Zhang always smiles enigmatically and remains silent, never daring to dwell on his past glories.
Time has passed, and the once-powerful "General Manager Zhang" is no longer on the front lines of business. Aside from occasionally inquiring about venture capital, he has delegated the day-to-day operations of his vast business empire to his capable subordinates. The only people he regularly interacts with are those who call him "Old Zhang" or "Husband." Old Zhang is restless and loves to play, constantly traveling, either hunting and golfing with politicians or fishing and playing cards with other wealthy individuals, enjoying his leisure.
The only thing he seems to care about is his son. His only son, Brad, was sent to the prestigious investment bank JPMorgan after graduating from university, where he was placed under the tutelage of Shao Zili, JPMorgan's Asia-Pacific Vice President and a close friend, to prepare him for inheriting the family business. Whether his son has inherited his business acumen remains to be seen, but there is no doubt that he has perfectly inherited his womanizing nature. Old Zhang usually calls himself a "Four-Complete Hermit," meaning he possesses all four: wine, women, wealth, and power, with "women" being the most prominent. Although he's over fifty, Old Zhang's energy and desires remain high. Wherever he goes, he's always accompanied by beautiful women. His son is just like him, having slept with women like a flowing river at such a young age. Old Zhang doesn't see anything wrong with this; successful people should enjoy more pleasures than ordinary people, including sexual pleasures.
This time, during a trip to Macau, Brad recommended a beautiful woman to accompany him, and since he happened to be available, he readily accepted. Only a few days later, he noticed that the woman his son recommended this time was somewhat different. With Old Zhang's status, he'd tasted countless beauties, but this woman, Zizi, not only gave him physical pleasure in bed but also made him feel comfortable off-bed. Sexy women are many, but intelligent women are rare; an intelligent woman can give a man satisfaction far exceeding the limits of physical sensuality.
Of course, if anything could arouse his desire more than a smart and sexy woman, it would be stimulation… “Baby, you’re perfect in every way, except for one thing…” “What’s wrong with you?” “It’s a pity you’re not a married woman, hahaha…”
The man’s wicked, lewd laugh flashed through Zizi’s mind like lightning, igniting a spark hidden in some dark corner. A barely perceptible, cold smile crept onto Zizi’s lips. She pouted and playfully punched Old Zhang. Zizi felt that heaven was truly kind to her; whenever she needed an opportunity, it always seemed to fall into her lap easily, and the only price she had to pay was to offer her body.
Back in college, Zizi discovered the value of her body. Among the two campus beauties of L University, known as "once-in-a-century beauties," Qianqian settled down and married Xiao He immediately after graduation, while Zizi, after breaking up with her childhood sweetheart Dapeng, never settled down, changing partners as frequently as changing clothes. The clever Zizi naturally wouldn't waste her most powerful weapon, quickly mastering seductive and alluring bedroom skills. While seeking pleasure and yielding to different men, her career skyrocketed. This meticulously planned trip to Macau, merely a bribe of Brad and his son, easily secured her a position at JPMorgan, a position many top students fought tooth and nail for. This leap into the financial world made it even easier to access the high-caliber men within the circle.
Now, not only did she receive the reward she desired, but she also unexpectedly gained an extra bonus… “Get up, we should probably go.” The man pinched Zizi’s plump buttocks hard again before standing up contentedly to change his clothes. “We won’t drive tonight. The party is nearby, let’s walk there.” “Sigh~ How heartless~ You’ve fucked me for three days straight, making my little cunt swollen. Now you’re tired of me and want to throw me to someone else.” Zizi feigned a resentful look, pitifully watching the man change his clothes. She clearly already knew what kind of occasion the party was tonight and what kind of story would unfold.
"Haha, does your little cunt fear being fucked?" Old Zhang laughed heartily, giving Zizi a light kiss on her pouting lips to soothe her. "How could you be tired of playing? You just want to play some more exciting games. Men, you know, always have some special fetishes." "I don't want to be played by others~ My little cunt only wants to be fucked by you~" "It's no fun keeping a beautiful woman to yourself, she should be shared with everyone. Playing is all about chaos, that's what makes it more exciting." "You're so annoying~ You can't abandon me~"
The two were flirting and teasing each other when they had just stepped out of the villa's gate. Old Zhang, without paying attention, bumped into a pedestrian hurrying by. He stumbled and steadied himself, about to get angry, when he realized that the person who bumped into him was a very beautiful young girl. She was also quite shaken, and several luxury brand shopping bags she was carrying were scattered on the ground.
"Oh, Uncle, I'm so sorry~"
The girl quickly bent down to pick up the shopping bag that had fallen to the ground from Old Zhang's feet, tilting her head apologetically and sticking out her tongue. Seeing that she was a pretty girl, Old Zhang's anger naturally subsided, and his eyes habitually scrutinized her carefully. The girl wore large, burgundy sunglasses and smiled sweetly at him. She looked to be only in her early twenties, her pretty face still carrying a hint of youthful shyness, her skin fair and delicate, her neck smooth as jade, and her figure slender and graceful. Compared to the voluptuous Zizi, she possessed a unique, pure, and adorable charm. Having grown accustomed to sexy and wanton women, this refreshing young beauty was a real eye-opener for Old Zhang. However, the girl didn't seem to want to linger. She gave a sweet apology and hurried away, leaving Old Zhang with only her back view to savor. He shook his head, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
"I'm really getting old, these days girls all call me 'uncle'..." "What's wrong? Got your eye on that young girl again? Don't you like playing around with married women? That girl looks like she's not even 20 yet, right? She's definitely not married yet, not your type, so don't even think about her~" "Haha, I'm just looking, having you with me in Macau is enough. Are you upset by what I said?" "Hehe~ How could I dare~" Zizi leaned over and took the man's arm, pretending to be casual as she continued in a nonchalant tone.
"By the way, since you like married women so much, I actually remembered one. She's an absolute beauty, with a face that could shame the moon and flowers, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's stunningly beautiful. I guarantee you'll like her. How about I introduce you to her?" "Oh? There's such a beauty?"
Old Zhang, half-believing, stretched out his arm for Zizi to take. He'd slept with countless beautiful women; with so many, his tastes had naturally become more discerning. Whether a supermodel or a star, once naked, they were all pretty much the same. Now, it was increasingly difficult for him to feel that initial spark of attraction. However, Zizi's description successfully piqued his curiosity. He wanted to see what kind of stunning goddess the beautiful Zizi described as "a beauty that could topple kingdoms."
"Here, see if I'm lying to you."
Zizi pulled out her phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then shoved it into the man's hand.
"Hmm..."
"Hey! Staring blankly?"
"Hmm..."
Only after Zizi urged him twice did the man snap out of his daze. His eyes gleamed with a different kind of light, his gaze blatantly filled with undisguised desire and impulse.
"Hmm...what a beautiful woman!"
"Hehe~ I wasn't lying, was I? Well, pamper me, and I'll introduce her to you." "Who's her husband?" "Don't worry, he's just a white-collar worker, a college classmate of mine. This girl is a genuine campus beauty, famous in several nearby schools. Compared to her, I'm just a skinny girl, especially in bed, her allure is far more captivating than what you see in photos." "Really that captivating? Then this old man has to try it himself." "Hehe
~ I'm being good, aren't I? How are you going to reward me?" "Haha, my darling, you're so good, you'll definitely get your share of the sweetness." The man affectionately pinched Zizi's cheek with anticipation. Zizi tightened her grip on the man's arm, leaning her head against his shoulder, not letting him see the smug, cold smile that was barely concealed on her face.
"Next time you come, I promise I'll send her to your bed, so you can have your fill." ...Macau.
The seaside villa complex of the MGM casino.
The young girl who had "accidentally" bumped into Old Zhang earlier knocked on the door carrying a large pile of shopping bags. A young man with pure black eyes took the spoils from her hands with slight surprise and stepped aside to let her into the house.
"Playing around again? You said you were going shopping, why did you take so long to come back?" "Hehe~ I didn't go playing, I went to be your spy~" "Huh?" The girl told the dark-eyed man the whole story, then glanced at him with a smug look, waiting for his praise. But the man just chuckled and ruffled her hair twice.
"You put a miniature listening device on his trouser leg?! You really came up with that idea..." "How about that? Impressive, right? Oh, and I also saw your first love's best friend, with that old man. What's her name again?" "Huh? Zizi? How come she's hanging out with that old man?"
"Eh? You didn't know?"
"How would I know..."
"Weren't we here to rescue your first love? You really went all out for her, hmph..." "Eh? What are you talking about?" The dark-eyed man looked at the girl, who turned her head away with a mix of arrogance and jealousy, scratching his head for a moment before finally understanding what she meant, and burst into laughter.
"Of course not! You think we traveled all the way to Macau just for her messy affairs?" "Then why did we come?" "There's no 'we,' okay? You insisted on coming... You'd better know as little as possible about what I'm doing." "And your first love... what happened???"
"That big idiot, who knows how she ended up with those spoiled brats. If we don't help her, are we just going to watch her ruin herself... Past grievances and resentments, let's give them all back this time, so she won't have any more worries..." "But... whatever you're investigating, we can at least find out what secret meeting the old man is having tonight, maybe it's related to what you're investigating~" "Haha, silly girl, do you know where he's going tonight? Putting a bug in his pants isn't a good idea, we'll lose him very quickly." "Huh?"
The girl shook her head blankly, and the dark-eyed man grinned mischievously, whispering a few words in her ear. The girl's face flushed crimson.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! This is so perverted!!!!! How could anyone want to play such a perverted game?!" "It's said that when Old Master Zhang was young, his family suffered a sudden misfortune. Due to a poor investment, they were on the verge of bankruptcy. In desperation, he had his wife use her beauty to lure him, exchanging her body for the life-saving funds to tide them over. This experience was too humiliating for Old Master Zhang, but it inexplicably fostered this hobby. Only… when 'exchanging and sparring' with other men does he find it particularly exciting." Sure enough, after a short while, a rustling sound came through the earphones, followed by a cacophony of electrical noise and faint background music. Nothing else of value could be heard. The girl knew the "game" the man had described had begun. Her face red with anger, she threw the earphones onto the table.
"Hmph~ How annoying~ These perverted rich people! Such a good idea, all wasted effort..." "Ha, you little girl... It's okay, anyway, we didn't come here to investigate." "Huh? We've followed him all this way, what else would we be here for if not to investigate? We can't just sit here doing nothing..." "We just need to sit and wait." "Wait? Wait for what?"
"Wait for someone to invite me to their home."
...
Macau.
In a high-end leisure club in a seaside villa complex, the lights were dim and ambiguous. The soft background music couldn't drown out the rising and falling moans and gasps of women, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, and the squelching sounds.
As night deepened, all the ugliness and debauchery were concealed by the darkness. The masks of sanctimoniousness had been torn off, and in the huge club, almost everywhere, wanton lewd acts were being performed. From the corner of the outdoor pool to the private booths, groups of men and women could be seen indulging in unrestrained pleasure... "Ah... um... oh... husband..." Zizi was lying face down in front of Lao Zhang, her buttocks raised high as she moaned wildly. A portly middle-aged man was squeezing her round buttocks, thrusting into her wantonly from behind. The evening dress she was wearing had long been stripped off, her full, firm breasts swaying with the man's thrusts, her lower body a mess, yet she was still wearing stockings and high heels.
In the spacious room, women's sexy bras, thongs, high heels, and stockings were scattered haphazardly on the floor, sofa, and coffee table. Except for Zizi, who was still being violently raped by the men, the other battlegrounds in the room had quieted down, but the lewd atmosphere hadn't faded. The men, slightly weary, sat on the sofa, conserving their energy for the next round of battle. Almost every man had a disheveled woman between his legs, diligently sucking his limp penis.
Old Zhang watched his "casual wife" being fucked right before his eyes, moaning with pleasure, finding it a hundred times more stimulating than if he were to fuck her himself. He chuckled, kneading Zizi's swaying breasts with his hands while gesturing to the man behind her to go even harder.
"You're already calling me 'husband' so quickly? Who's your husband here anyway?" "Ah...husband, come save me~ Ah...it's so deep...ah...it's too thick..." "You slut, are you enjoying being fucked by this big cock? You're so wanton, do you want me to save you? Or do you want us to fuck you together? Tell me! Does your little cunt feel good being fucked by someone else?" "Ah...it feels good...ah...my little cunt feels so good being fucked...ah..." "Do you prefer being fucked by your husband or by some other man?" "Ah...I like both...ah...it feels so good being fucked by some other man...ah...husband, come fuck this little slut...fuck me together...ah...fuck me hard..." Zizi whined wantonly, trembling as she was being fucked, using the most lewd words to stimulate Lao Zhang's erogenous zones. Her wildness and unrestraint ignited Lao Zhang's lust, and he eagerly raised his engorged cock, shoving it hard into Zizi's mouth without a word, giving her a deep throat.
"Damn! You slutty whore, since you like being fucked so much, I'll fuck you to death!" With two dicks attacking her from both ends, Zizi was a little distracted. She mechanically twisted her hips, instinctively moaning lewd words to stimulate the men, but she didn't feel any enjoyment. After 50, even the richest man can't buy back the vigor of his youth. Among this group of wealthy men, Old Zhang was the best-maintained. The one thrusting from behind was clearly exhausted by alcohol and sex; without drugs, it was uncertain whether he could last two minutes. Even with drugs, his penis wasn't long enough to begin with, and with his big belly, no matter how hard he tried or how long he lasted, it was just like scratching an itch through a boot—unsatisfying. The others sitting in the room seemed to be inferior as well; the girls had to suck and lick them, taking forever to get them hard, and then they had to rest after a few minutes. Tonight, she'd probably be gang-raped by several of these men again. Not only would she not get an orgasm, but she'd also have to moan and groan to please them. Compared to the past few days when she was being pleasured by Lao Zhang, tonight there was no enjoyment, only endurance.
But she'd just have to endure it; no pain, no gain. Compared to the group of young models outside, Zizi already felt very lucky. When she and Lao Zhang first entered the club, she saw a group of young girls playing "Russian Roulette" in the KTV room. They were all naked, kneeling in a circle around the edge of a round table, their buttocks sticking out, being penetrated from behind by men to the music. After each song, they'd just spin the table around and continue being fucked... Besides that, there were all sorts of bondage and wax-drip SM training, some light and some heavy, which terrified Zizi. These young models toil and suffer for a week, only to be played with and exploited, earning a mere hundred thousand yuan. If they're good in bed or pretty, they might catch the eye of a playboy and receive luxury goods or sports cars as gifts. Compared to them, it's fortunate that Old Zhang's tastes are normal; he doesn't like such perverse things. Just being gang-raped is enough to secure his desired future, which is worthwhile. It's a one-off deal anyway, so he can just endure it.
If Qianqian were in his position, how would she be played with?
Zizi couldn't help but think of her best friend again. If it were her, the other girls in this room would probably be ignored, and men would line up to take turns having sex with her.
Qianqian seems to have a natural magic; no matter how she dresses or what she does, she always exudes a goddess-like aura. In any situation, even if she does nothing but stand there smiling and acting cute, she can easily capture the attention and admiration of all the men. Even though Qianqian was already taken at university, countless brave men still pursued her relentlessly. Those too timid to pursue her would at least fantasize about her. Qianqian's beauty was renowned throughout the surrounding universities; it could be said that almost every boy at L University had dreamed of sleeping with her, even… "Are you dizzy from being fucked? Or are you daydreaming? Why aren't you licking properly?" Old Zhang's words pulled Zizi back to reality. While she was daydreaming, the person behind her had quietly changed. Zizi's mouth was still full of Old Zhang's, so she couldn't turn around to see who her new husband was. She simply squeezed her vagina tightly against the new penis to feel it; it seemed much harder and larger than the previous visitor, and the thrusting speed was faster. Waves of pleasurable pleasure returned. Zizi stopped thinking and focused on licking and sucking Old Zhang's penis, using all her skills to please him.
There's no turning back now that the arrow's been released; having chosen this path, I'm determined to see it through. On this path filled with lust and depravity, it's best to have someone to step on my heels for easier walking… Macau.
In the VIP lounge of the MGM casino, the man sat upright, his brow furrowed, listening intently to the butler's report. He had spent several days indulging in various ways with Zizi, and now he was tired and had had his fill. After promising her extra benefits, he sent her home early. Of course, he kept the beautiful married woman Zizi had mentioned in his mind, repeatedly instructing her to find a way to get her for him so he could experience the pleasure. But it seemed that Zizi's departure took away his leisurely enjoyment; trouble immediately followed. At this moment, the man should have been sitting in the adjacent Golden Hall gambling with his friends, but now he was waiting for someone, someone who forced him to revert from "Old Zhang" back to "Grandpa Zhang"... "You mean he's been secretly investigating the Zhang family?" "Yes, sir, as far as I know, he's been investigating for several months." "What is he investigating?" "It seems to be everything—accounts, financial statements, cash flow, physical businesses, virtual investments, and even some of our...some...friends on the mainland." "He dares to secretly investigate government officials?!"
"Yes, it seems our friends in the China Banking Regulatory Commission are all his targets." "And what's his purpose?" "It's unclear yet. Right now, he's just gathering intelligence; there haven't been any actions against us. However, he seems to have been collecting information about the young master recently, so I felt it necessary to inform you." "Hmm…you've done a good job. He holds a high position at JPMorgan. Do you know anything about him?" "I did a little research, but there's not much information about him. He did his undergraduate studies at Peking University, then went to Caltech as an exchange student in his junior year, and later stayed at Caltech to pursue his PhD. But he dropped out after only a year for some reason, then worked at RAND for a year and a half, and only just joined JPM Asia Pacific this year." "He used to work at RAND? What was his position?" "
I don't know, I couldn't find any information."
"Hmm... what did Zili say? Surely the people at JPM Asia Pacific don't know?" "President Shao said this guy wasn't recruited by him, but was forced upon him by JPM headquarters. And this kid was directly reported to JPM's CRO (Chief Risk Officer) Ashley, so he doesn't know anything about his background. However... Mr. Shao said he might have a powerful background, maybe even military connections." "Yes, that's very possible. RAND and the CIA have always had project collaborations. If they can't find the position, it's probably related to them... It's strange, how could someone so young get involved in such a secret project, and now they dare to investigate me so openly." "The Zhang family..." "Master, perhaps... perhaps there are other powerful figures behind him..." "Hmph, of course. What trouble does a mere brat like him think he can stir up? There must be something going on behind the scenes. Leave the other matters to others. You stay here and thoroughly investigate who's behind this kid and what he's up to." "Yes!" "Oh, and keep a close eye on Brad too. Don't let him cause any trouble." "Yes! Don't worry, young master is playful, but he knows his limits and won't cause any trouble." Three rhythmic knocks sounded at the door. A burly man in black wearing sunglasses pushed open the door and announced in a concise, low voice,
"Mr. Zhang, your guest has arrived."
"Okay, I understand."
The man casually waved for the burly man to leave, then stood up and muttered to himself, "I want to see just how much weight this guy who dares to mess with the tiger's tail really has..." ...Macau.
The card game in the Golden Hall was interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected guest. A young man with rare, pure black eyes was smiling and exchanging pleasantries with the seniors in the room. Dressed simply in a hoodie and jeans, he stood out awkwardly among the group of wealthy and affluent millionaires in the opulent Golden Hall.
"Ah, I'm late."
Contrary to the young man's expectations, Old Master Zhang didn't put on airs and keep him waiting indefinitely. He had barely finished greeting everyone when Old Master Zhang's imposing figure appeared from the VIP lounge. He gave the young man a slight nod and then strolled to the head seat at the card table. Apart from his butler obediently following him, there were no other bodyguards.
His high position, yet lack of arrogance, truly demonstrated the demeanor of a strong man. The young man inwardly admired him and politely returned Old Master Zhang's bow.
"You all know him, right? This is a guest I specially invited tonight. As you all know, my good-for-nothing son is always playing around and never does anything productive, which is driving me crazy. That's why I swallowed my pride and pulled a lot of strings to barely get him into JPMorgan, so he can have a chance to learn from Old Shao. But this young man..." Old Zhang paused, teasing everyone.
"He's about the same age as my son, and he's already handling things independently in JPMorgan's risk control team. Old Shao and Ashley both speak highly of him. New talents emerge in every generation, and the younger generation surpasses the older. Seeing such an outstanding young man makes me feel old. I wish my son could be that successful." "You flatter me, senior. I don't deserve it." "Hey, we all know Ashley's eye for talent is notoriously discerning on Wall Street. To get his attention at such a young age is no small feat." Old Zhang deliberately mentioned the names of JPMorgan executives, but spoke casually, trying to imply to the young man that he had connections and knew everything about his background, to see how he would react. But the young man disappointed him. He didn't respond to the implication, still smiling humbly and silently standing opposite him.
"I heard you're in Macau recently and wanted to see the talents at JPM, so I sent someone to invite you directly. Don't blame me for being too domineering." "You're too kind. It's an honor for me to witness Mr. Zhang's brilliance." "Haha... Alright! No need to be so reserved. Don't just stand there, come and sit down. We're in Macau to have fun. If you don't mind, why don't you join us old folks for a game of cards tonight?" Mr. Zhang slightly raised his hand, and the butler immediately stepped forward, presenting the young man with two stacks of chips.
"This 200,000 is your starting capital. Whatever you win is a small gift from me." "I'd be honored." The young man smiled slightly, accepted the chips with both hands, and calmly sat down at the card table. Those pure black pupils were like black holes; no matter how hard you stared, you couldn't see anything.
...
City B.
Returning to City B from Macau, Zizi came back with a mission.
A perfect mission, besides offering generous rewards, must also be enjoyable to maximize motivation. The mission in Zizi's hands was such a perfect one. On the return flight, she wasted no time, quickly devising a rough plan in her mind.
As a key member of the plan, Zizi immediately contacted her three friends, Leon, Tim, and Brad, exchanging pleasantries while also offering them some sweeteners to get them to serve her. She reluctantly went to Brad's private beach and, using her most proficient methods, satisfied them in one night. Normally, Zizi wouldn't mind a wild night with those three men; all three had the ability to make women lose themselves in ecstasy, and achieving her goal while enjoying herself was something Zizi would normally delight in. However, after being thoroughly played with in Macau for several days, and then immediately subjected to a relentless night of three lecherous men, the continuous battles were truly taking their toll on Zizi.
Although working for Old Master Zhang was indirectly working for Brad, Zizi didn't reveal her plans and objectives to them. After all, satisfying Old Master Zhang was just a means, not an end; the ultimate goal was to satisfy herself. Zizi didn't want them to feel she was controlling them; she preferred to play the role of a playful, infatuated woman, being "used" by them to get close to her best friend. This way, the male supporting actors' performances would be more realistic and convincing. Leon's enjoyment of Qianqian's body had already made Tim and Brad green with envy. In this situation, a few well-timed hints, encouragement, guidance, and suggestions were all it took to make them follow her lead. Sure enough, the three men unknowingly walked into Zizi's trap, allowing her to cooperate in inviting Qianqian to Tim's photo studio for an lingerie advertisement and sexy photoshoot.
The male supporting actors were in place; the next step, of course, was to win over the female lead. In this grand drama orchestrated by Zizi, her best friend was undoubtedly the leading actress. To make her performance even more convincing, unrestrained, and captivating, some wicked seeds had to be secretly sown in her heart… The ringtone on the other end of the phone rang for a long time before being answered, followed by a charming and sweet voice.
“Hello~”
“Qianqian, are you home? Are you busy?”
“I’m home, just woke up. You’re back again?”
Qianqian’s voice sounded a little strange, as if trembling slightly.
“Yeah, just got off the plane. Are you free tonight? Want to come over for dinner?” “Sure, come to my place, umm…” Suddenly, a wanton moan came from the phone, making Zizi immediately understand.
“Eh? What’s that noise? Are you doing it with Xiao He right now?” “It’s his birthday today… ah…” Qianqian was both ashamed and embarrassed to have her lewd secret exposed to her best friend. The intense pleasure of being vigorously penetrated from behind by her husband aroused her, and the urge to let loose and moan loudly became uncontrollable. She let out several more intermittent cries into the phone.
"Hehe, you're moaning quite happily, it makes me want it too... Alright, I won't disturb your good time, I'll call you again before I go over tonight. Baby, enjoy it~ Hehe~"... Macau.
Night fell, and the battle at the poker table was in full swing.
"Bet! 150,000!"
Old Zhang arrogantly threw down a handful of chips, then stared imposingly at the young man with pure black eyes opposite him, wanting to make him submit. Compared to when the game started, the two small stacks of chips in front of the young man had piled up into a small mountain, but he still kept his eyes lowered as before, his deep black eyes and half-smile seemingly unchanged. Faced with Old Zhang's aggressive approach, he simply remained calm and composed.
"Call."
The young man thought for a moment, made his decision, and slammed down a stack of chips while revealing his two hole cards.
"High card q beats high card j."
"You only have a q and you dare to call so high?! You're crazy!" This unconventional and risky move drew gasps of amazement from everyone at the table. Old Zhang's bluffing strategy successfully scared away the other players, but unfortunately, he didn't get past the final hurdle. Despite losing money, Old Zhang smiled magnanimously, waved to his disgruntled friends, and nodded repeatedly to the young man.
"Truly a talent that has impressed Ashley, a promising young man indeed." "Senior, you flatter me. I was just lucky for a moment. Playing cards is just child's play, nothing to brag about." "Haha, too modest. It's commendable for a young man to have such courage! However, while courage is a good thing, remember not to be too reckless or impulsive, or you'll suffer sooner or later." "Yes, I've taken your advice to heart." The dealer began dealing a new round of cards. This young man with dark eyes possessed a composure beyond his years. He neither avoided Old Zhang's domineering gaze nor provoked any confrontation, never uttering a superfluous word, his face always displaying a calm and indifferent demeanor. However, in stark contrast to his nonchalant attitude, his playing style was fierce and aggressive, and his mind-reading ability was accurate and ruthless, making him adept at bluffing and counter-bluffing. Old Zhang and his friends had already suffered several hidden losses tonight.
Despite losing money, Old Zhang was not angry. A player who likes to bluff, no matter how shrewd, can't be considered a master. Similarly, a challenger who relies solely on bluffing without real skill is no match for the Zhang Consortium.
(Probably... that's his trump card. He's probably up to some personal grudge against me, daring to try and shake the massive Zhang Consortium alone—maybe...maybe he's just bluffing?) Old Zhang silently weighed his options. He flipped over his hole cards: a pair of Kings—a great opportunity! He decided to give the young man a threat and a hint.
"Young man, I greatly admire you, so I'd like to offer you a few pieces of advice. First, choosing the right path is crucial to achieving success. Choosing the right side often means half the battle won." The flop came: King, Ace, 9!
Old Zhang had three Kings—a huge advantage! However, the Ace on the flop still made him a little hesitant. Old Zhang glanced at the young man, and suddenly, he noticed the young man subtly fidgeting with his fingers. This detail, easily overlooked by most, brought a confident smile to Old Zhang's face. Sometimes, subconscious, habitual little gestures inadvertently reveal one's secrets.
"Bet, 100,000."
The young man seemed completely unaware that his action had betrayed his hand. True to his style, when he did bet, it was an aggressive, heavy bet. The two players at the table hesitated for a while before reluctantly folding. But Old Zhang, having grasped the situation, wouldn't be intimidated. He firmly believed this was his chance to turn the tables, confidently calling while continuing his calm lecture to conceal his true strength.
"Secondly, have self-awareness. No matter how strong one's abilities are, one cannot defy fate. Trying to challenge opponents beyond one's limits is tantamount to suicide." The turn card was a harmless small 5!
"Bet, 150,000."
Perhaps intimidated by the young man's overbearing attitude, all the other players at the table, except for Lao Zhang, folded under the sharp offensive, turning the round into a one-on-one duel between Lao Zhang and the young man. Both men wore calm expressions, but their bets were anything but light, with large sums of chips being thrown into the pot like scraps of paper.
Although confident in his hand, Lao Zhang didn't aggressively pressure his opponent. He planned to feign weakness to lure the young man into recklessness, then deliver a crushing blow to deflate his arrogance.
"Third, regardless of justice or evil, benevolence or tyranny, this world ultimately only recognizes strength! Only absolute strength can control everything!" On the river, the dealer revealed the last community card—another 9!
The last 9 gave Lao Zhang a full house, but he still didn't attack. He calmly tapped the table to signal a check, continuing to lure the young man.
"Bet, 250,000."
The young man increased his bet, putting pressure on Lao Zhang. Old Zhang feigned hesitation, deliberately glancing at his hole cards one more time before slowly counting out enough chips.
"Double up..."
"All in!"
"Call!"
(He fell for it! He impulsively went all in after I subtly lured him in; now I'm sure he was just bluffing. He's still young and impatient.) Old Zhang sighed inwardly. The prey was in the trap. This time, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately pushed the huge pile of chips in front of him onto the center of the table. The total prize money in the pot suddenly exceeded 4 million!
"Young man, don't be blindly confident. Playing dumb requires skill; you can't fool an old man like me so easily. Let's lay our cards on the table!" The deliberately suppressed arrogance returned. Old Zhang shook his head meaningfully at the young man. His eyes sharpened as he stared intently into the young man's dark pupils, trying to find some clue. But those dark eyes remained unmoved by his suggestive double entendre, calmly meeting his gaze.
Suddenly, a faint smile spread across the young man's face. Old Zhang was somewhat bewildered; this seemed to be the first time he'd seen such a clear expression on the young man's face that evening.
"The world is unpredictable; who can control everything?" Without warning, the young man smiled and tossed the two hole cards on the table to the dealer.
"I fold. Thank you for your hospitality tonight, senior, and especially for your guidance; it has been incredibly helpful." Without waiting for Old Zhang's reply, the young man stood up, nodded slightly to him, and turned to leave the card room. He came empty-handed and left empty-handed. This unusual action clearly surprised everyone present. Old Zhang pondered for a moment, then decisively reached for the two cards the young man had just discarded.
"Hey! Mr. Zhang, you can't..."
The dealer tried urgently to stop Old Zhang, but was impatiently waved away, turning over the two cards the dark-eyed man had discarded. A pair of aces glaringly appeared in everyone's eyes.
"This...this...what's going on?"
Everyone in the Golden Hall looked at each other, bewildered. They looked at the pair of aces on the table, then at the serious-looking Zhang family head, completely confused about what had just happened. That strange dark-eyed young man had won against them for most of the night, but inexplicably discarded a pair of cards that could have won them over two million, willingly losing a huge sum of money.
"Master...this..."
Old Zhang stared silently at the pair of aces on the table, ignoring the questions from his fellow players and the butler. This mysterious young man, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, was as unfathomable as his pure black pupils, sending a long-lost chill down Old Zhang's spine. Far from being intimidated by his threat, he responded with a firm warning—he wasn't bluffing, but a truly formidable opponent…
[The End]

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