Chapter 757 - 362: Everyone’s an Actor Except Me!
"Yes."
After thinking it over briefly, Jiang Tao decisively chose to spend money to obtain the evidence.
Even though the more than 900,000 now wasn’t really a big sum of money to him.
But he wasn’t about to pass up this kind of "picking up money off the ground" opportunity either.
[Deduction successful, now acquiring evidence, please wait...]
Less than 10 seconds after the money was deducted, an audio file about 10 minutes long was sent to Jiang Tao’s phone.
Jiang Tao played it at double speed and quickly listened through the content once.
The audio was the voices of three men talking.
The content of their conversation was the three of them plotting how to screw over that man named Zhou Tong who’d just popped up in Jiang Tao’s Intelligence System.
"Tsk tsk tsk, decades of friendship aren’t worth shit in the face of enough利益."
After listening to the audio, Jiang Tao shook his head and let out a sigh.
He suddenly thought of some of the close friends around him.
Zhang Chao, Wang Lianming, Wang Zhiyuan, Shan Yufei, plus Zhang Bo and Li Ming, whom he’d only just cleared things up with recently.
Then there was Shan Yang, Liu Yuan, as well as Jiang Yi and her brother Jiang Hai.
These were currently the 10 friends Jiang Tao had the best relationships with.
And, aside from Zhang Chao, that "trust fund second-generation," there were利益 ties between Jiang Tao and all the others as well.
Still, Jiang Tao was very confident in his own eye for people and in how he chose his friends.
His crew definitely wouldn’t set up some trap like Zhou Tong’s three "friends" had just to screw him over.
Besides, Jiang Tao could also use the little auxiliary function in the Intelligence System to see everyone’s "loyalty level" toward him.
If anyone wanted to screw him, he’d notice it right away.
"Hope you guys don’t let me down."
Jiang Tao pulled his thoughts back, turned his gaze again to the content of the third intel item, and focused his attention on the two characters "Zhou Tong."
Very soon, the image of a fat middle-aged man in his forties appeared on the system’s info panel.
Next to the figure were notes with his Name, age, and contact number and such.
After memorizing Zhou Tong’s number, Jiang Tao directly dialed it with his own phone.
...
In a 280-plus-square-meter, insanely luxurious large flat in a certain residential compound in Chaoyang District, Beijing.
In the spacious living room, four men and four women were crowded around a large golden nanmu tea table playing cards.
Even with several air purifiers running on the side, the smoke in the room was still extremely thick.
Liu Xunhuan, noticing that Zhou Tong didn’t look too well, suggested:
"Old Zhou, I don’t think you’re in good shape today. Why don’t we call it a night? I’ll have Old Han drive you and Nana to the hotel."
Before Zhou Tong could open his mouth, Peng Fei laughed loudly and said:
"Hahahaha, Old Liu, who are you looking down on here? Twenty million is nothing but a fart to Brother Zhou. Mind your own damn business. I’ve already lost thirty million and I haven’t said a word! Nobody’s leaving tonight, I’m still thinking of winning it back!"
Wang Hai chuckled and said, "Fei, Old Liu’s just worried that Brother Zhou’s tigress at home will go ballistic. You call the shots at home, your wife doesn’t even dare fart in front of you, but Brother Zhou is different. Brother Zhou, we get it, why don’t you head out first, we’ll pick this up another day."
"I’m afraid of her? Don’t talk crap! No one’s leaving tonight. We agreed we’d play all night—no one is allowed to leave before daybreak! Deal, deal, keep dealing!"
The moment Wang Hai mentioned the one at home, Zhou Tong reacted like someone had just stepped on his sore spot; he instantly perked up again and called to the scantily clad woman next to him to continue dealing the cards.
Everyone in his circle knew Zhou Tong was henpecked—a famous wife-fearing type.
However, Zhou Tong’s wife had just gone off on a round-the-world trip in Europe two days ago, and this trip would last at least ten days, maybe half a month.
Every night, after finishing a video call with his wife, Zhou Tong would say he was going to bed, then sneak out right after to mess around with a bunch of friends.
Hitting all kinds of high-end clubs, and the young models at his side were swapped out every day.
The days without his wife around were "freedom days" for Zhou Tong.
Tonight, after soaking in the spa and getting massages at the club, Liu Xunhuan had suggested they come back to his place to play cards, and Peng Fei and Wang Hai backed the idea.
Zhou Tong hadn’t really wanted to play, but minority obeys majority, and they basically dragged him over.
The four old buddies each brought a female companion back to Liu Xunhuan’s place.
Playing cards while playing with women, the scene was downright decadent.
At first, Zhou Tong’s luck was excellent; at his peak he was up more than thirty million!
Just the tips he gave to the young models added up to more than three hundred thousand.
But the good times didn’t last.
In just about an hour.
His role shifted from the biggest winner in the room to the second-worst loser.
The thirty-plus million he’d won were all gone, and he’d sunk in another twenty-plus million on top of that!
Still, he wasn’t the one who’d lost the most miserably.
The worst off was Peng Fei—he’d been losing nonstop from the start without a single win, and as of now he’d dropped more than thirty-eight million, almost forty million!
Zhou Tong insisted on continuing to play, first because he wanted to claw his way back and cut his losses.
Though his net worth was around 300 million, the vast majority of it was in property; the cash flow he could actually move was only about 60 million.
Just now, under the "peer pressure" from Liu Xunhuan and the other two buddies plus a bunch of young models, he’d gotten a bit carried away.
He didn’t snap out of it until he realized he’d already lost 20 million.
Twenty million was definitely not an amount Zhou Tong could just shrug off.
If his wife found out he’d lost that much at cards, beating him half to death would be considered merciful!
"Luck conserves itself—my luck was that bad just now, I lost that much, so my good luck is about to kick in. I can’t just let it go like this!"