In life, you still have to rely on true talent and practical skills. Always relying on shortcuts and tricks will eventually backfire.

Don't you see that even Boss Jiang, despite sitting on a mountain of gold with an endless supply of sycophants as backing, still works diligently to expand his business empire?

The heaviest chip must always be placed on oneself.

So before sitting at the table, Jiang Chen did not give any instructions to Du Enqin.

Cheating is not worth advocating.

Moreover, it's pointless.

It's like playing a game; if you open an invincibility buff simply to win, you lose the real joy of the game.

Besides, times have changed.

The Peace Hotel is not a top Las Vegas casino,

and he is no longer the man he was two years ago.

Now, he can afford to lose.

The stakes at this poker table are quite high.

Fifty thousand RMB in chips are in the pool.

That's the rule for Texas Hold'em.

Players have a limit on the chips they can bring, ensuring the fairness of the game, otherwise players with deep pockets could go all-in every turn, making it unbearable for others.

There are six players at the table.

When Jiang Chen joined, it made seven, the ideal number of players for Texas Hold'em.

Like Jiang Chen, each player was accompanied by a female companion, but as soon as Jiang Chen and Du Enqin sat down, everyone around turned their attention towards them.

Of course.

It wasn't because of Boss Jiang.

He hasn't reached the level of exuding an imposing aura or having "main character" written across his forehead.

The gamblers were all looking at Du Enqin.

The allure of a woman, indeed, is not solely judged by appearance.

Especially as one encounters more women, the weight of looks drastically diminishes; seasoned party-goers usually don't use physical beauty as a standard.

And all the people sitting here, undoubtedly, have seen countless women.

Though her looks are ordinary, her fiery figure and sense of wealth could not be matched by any ordinary woman.

"Buddy, let's make a deal: ten thousand, and she's yours."

As Boss Jiang was waiting for the hand to end, a Southeast Asian-looking man at the table casually tossed aside his cards and called out to him.

Such a request might seem unreasonable, but here, it's not out of place.

The people here don't understand what civility or modesty is. As the Southeast Asian man spoke to Jiang Chen, his gaze roved greedily and boldly across Du Enqin's prominent chest without the slightest bit of restraint.

Like chips, women here can be traded as commodities.

However, this also proves that Boss Jiang has not been deceived. Du Enqin must not frequent Karuzi much, as her fame is not high here; not just the croupier but even these gamblers seem not to know who she is, else no one would offer such a price openly.

Ten thousand.

Quite generous.

That's not a low price.

It's important to know that goods in Myanmar are very cheap, especially services, unlike at home where a foot massage costs hundreds; the price of a foot massage there could allow one to indulge with multiple companions in high quality venues.

The price difference can indeed sometimes drive a person mad.

Given such a spending level, offering ten thousand seems extravagant, though judging by the pile of chips in front of that Southeast Asian gambler and his flamboyant demeanor, he probably won some money.

Indulging a bit after a win is understandable, but shouldn't such deals be done privately?

Bellowing out in public is surely discourteous.

Yet it's understandable.

In a place where walking down the street means being on guard against ambush, civility is perhaps more luxurious than a Dragon Stone Type.

Though conforming to local customs is acceptable, the high-quality education Boss Jiang received is deeply ingrained in his bones and cannot be discarded; he ignored the monkey's comments, focusing on the poker table instead.

The hand ended.

He could now join, throwing in the thousand for the big blind.

The croupier dealt the hole cards to each.

"Fifteen thousand."

The Southeast Asian monkey hadn't given up, discarding his own hole cards without a glance, increasing the offer by five thousand right away, exhibiting his wealth and arrogance.

Boss Jiang could have ignored it since it didn't concern him, but even Du Enqin showed no reaction.

For most women, they would have already erupted in anger, yet she remained perfectly composed, showing nothing, more so than a deaf-mute.

No wonder she's expanded her business so successfully.

Look at how she treats her clients.

Unlike some small-time bosses who treat clients with disdain over minor deals.

Tonight's luck wasn't too good.

Following to the last river card, Boss Jiang hit a top pair but was defeated by a hidden set.

"Twenty thousand."

The blasted monkey increased the bid yet again.

Twenty thousand now.

Almost time.

It's about time to joggle the fishing line.

"What do you think?"

Boss Jiang turned his head,

"Aren't you a civilized person from Shen Zhou?

Where's your upbringing?

Your manners?

Do you truly think she's just an escort?"

Du Enqin instantly shot him a glance, a tiny gesture that somehow radiated an engaging charm.

A natural enchantress who captivates with every movement isn't surprising, exemplified by that Japanese one.

Yet achieving such an effect with her average looks is indeed remarkable.

The monkey truly wasn't inflating the price.

Offering twenty thousand is no loss.

"Not much."

Even at this point, Du Enqin remained temperate; rather than snapping at Boss Jiang, she continued to answer calmly.

"Does Mr. Jiang think I'm only worth twenty thousand?"

The yellow-skinned monkey, completely ignored.

"I don't think so."

"Hm?"

Du Enqin's pupils slightly contracted.

"It's more."

Jiang Chen clarified, though it didn't seem to be the most fitting answer.

"How much does Mr. Jiang think I'm worth then?"

Du Enqin inquired softly, showing neither joy nor anger.

The Southeast Asian monkey, albeit arrogant, wasn't foolish; realizing no one paid him any mind, he refrained from bidding further and got up, leaving the game.

After all, he had made money.

Women can be found anywhere.

As for feeling humiliated and causing trouble.

Though Myanmar is chaotic, not every place is.

Generally, no one would cause a scene at the Peace Hotel easily.

Exchanging his chips, the yellow-skinned monkey exited the casino, thinking of where to indulge and failed to notice as he brushed past a masked woman.

With his face blank, Xu Kuan accompanied her, his gaze peculiar.

Descending the stairs, the yellow-skinned monkey exited the hotel, brimming with pride, ready to get his car, but before reaching the parking lot, everything turned black.

A sack dropped from above.

Before he could struggle, a fierce electric current surged from his waist, paralyzing his body and robbing him of speech, before he was hoisted up and silently vanished from the hotel's entrance.

Behind him, the sign's 'Peace' in 'Peace Hotel' remained bright and clear.

Inside the casino.

Unaware, Boss Jiang had started another game.

"I never evaluate women by price."

That's the difference.

A man from Myanmar who sees women as tools, as commodities, could never utter such a phrase.

Du Enqin was stunned, like a refined university student suddenly appearing in a desolate land, how could she possibly resist?

Almost involuntarily, she reached out, once again grasping Jiang Chen's wrist, unmoving even when offered twenty thousand at the Peace Hotel.

No words were spoken.

Yet everything was understood without saying.

To some women, money isn't that important, because they inherently don't lack it.

This is why many powerful women end up with younger men.

Young men might have less in their pockets but crucially, they can provide emotional value.

The more successful a woman is, the more she yearns to be understood.

Of course.

Boss Jiang certainly isn't a young kept man; he just holds proper values, which coincidentally, as Du Enqin reached out to him, seemed to grant him strength, letting him win this round.

The croupier pushed the chips from the pot toward him.

"Seems like the tide is turning."

Boss Jiang smiled slightly, though his happiness was premature.

"Ahem, ahem."

Suddenly, there's a violent cough from behind.

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