America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

After touring the business district, the maritime paradise, and the museum on the sea cruise, there were quite a few waitresses in Christmas attire holding signs, and they even spotted Hollywood's Spider-Man actor Toby Maguire.

Asking around, they learned that he was a regular here. He had once declared bankruptcy and divorced due to gambling and his career took a nosedive until he made some money once again playing Spider-Man. Unfortunately, he ended up losing all that as well.

Many Hollywood stars are VIP members with private boxes; he used to be popular too, but now he can only afford to play in the main hall. Having seen enough, Allen Zhang no longer paid attention.

Under the guidance of two female stars, they returned to the Glory Casino and sat in the VIP box.

The waitress brought over drinks and champagne, but Allen Zhang only opted for sparkling water, took a seat at the table, and after a short wait, the manager of the Glory entertainment venue arrived with his entourage.

Allen Zhang glanced over and saw several black men with dreadlocks and short statures, all grinning as they walked into the VIP box. They had rings on all ten fingers and gold chains hanging from their necks, exuding a nouveau riche aura from a mile away. They were also followed by several white bodyguards.

Allen Zhang was quite surprised, thinking to himself that this get-up was indeed a bit intimidating.

It's a novel sight to see black men hiring white people as bodyguards; it's like the world turned upside down!

Back during the days of the trade boom, they must have missed catching their ancestors on a ship; such a pity.

Colson first introduced the other VIPs to the Central African tycoons and then came over and introduced, "This is Mr. Juan Jin, an investor from the Hanberger Foundation. Mr. Jin, these gentlemen are wealthy members of the Central African Royal Family. Mr. Nicarafe, Mr. Oliven, Mr. Mani, Mr. Zankou Wakati, Henry Matil Lacouturimanana Rahonarimanampianina..."

"Hello, gentlemen." What gibberish is this? Allen Zhang, unable to recall their long list of names, could only extend his hand in greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Jin," the Central African tycoons exchanged handshakes with a hearty laugh, then took a seat inside the box at the invitation of the manager, relaxing on the sofas, munching on fruit, sipping champagne, and chatting away with laughter.

Their bodily gestures were so exaggerated while conversing that they exuded a sense of being wealthy and not short of money — their faces filled with confidence. No wonder Colson was awed by them.

When a VIP jokingly asked them, "Belonging to the Central African Royal Family, you probably haven't had any regrets in life, have you?"

They looked surprised, "Regrets?"

The Central African tycoon group shook their heads with a sense of speechlessness, "Fellows, regrets are for the poor, as wealthy people, we've never felt any regrets! I am African Royalty, ever since the day I was born, all I had to do was give my family a smile to get everything I wanted. Do you know what I've discovered is the most meaningful thing in life?"

The tycoon laughed heartily, holding up five fingers, "The five fingers of a person are not of equal length, but if I bend the other four and only extend the middle finger, people become angry. Even without speech, it conveys something that can control others' emotions. Don't you find this discovery interesting?"

"Indeed, quite interesting," Allen Zhang also smiled and casually crossed his legs. Two female stars nestled beside him and in his arms, feeding him peeled grapes.

He took a bite; plump and sweet.

"Jin, are those bodyguards outside yours? They all seem quite alert. Hey, any interest in coming to work for me? How much do you pay them each month?"

The black man with the long name in the Central African tycoon group, let's just call him Henry, called out to Sieg and the others standing at the entrance, looking to entice them to switch loyalties.

"They're my left and right arms, but I never pay them a salary."

Allen Zhang responded with a light smile, "Because whenever I go out for business, I like to have them share in the earnings. Sometimes it's a deal for a few tens of thousands of dollars; sometimes it's a deal for a few hundred thousand, or even millions. Just small change, not worth mentioning. I treat them like family and friends, and I guess they wouldn't want to leave me."

"..." His words had the Central African tycoons stumped.

What, your bodyguards are that rich? You treat them so well? They carry tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars in their pockets? If you treat your kin like that, you'd probably lift them to the heavens.

The two female stars at his side seemed even more excited, their eyes devoid of any superfluous emotion, filled instead with a burning desire and longing for the wealthy wife life, almost ready to pull the General Sect Leader straight into the box and seal the deal.

The group chatted about all and sundry, and whenever the General Sect Leader spoke about shareholders and collections and other such things, when it came to profound knowledge, the African tycoons would shut up and shift the topic, seemingly because it touched upon their blind spots.

Allen Zhang was now certain that these fellows really didn't have much insight, lacking any professional knowledge.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that they got down to business.

The casino manager came over to remind them whether they wanted to exchange for chips.