Chapter 391: You, the mighty Overlord of the South Sea, short of money?
He Chen looked at him wordlessly, his face set as he crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, "Fuck, even if I begged you, I wouldn’t just give you two hundred million for nothing. You, the Overlord of the South Sea, short on cash?"
"Not short, but the more the better," the man raised an eyebrow, a faint smile covering his handsome face.
He Chen: "..."
If Qiu Huan and Ou Bai and others were here, they would probably be surprised by Shang Yu’s attitude towards He Chen.
As brothers, Shang Yu was mostly indifferent and composed in their presence, like a taut bow, calm and self-contained, sparing with words.
But in front of He Chen, it was as if Shang Yu had let down all his defenses, relaxed and a bit more lively.
Because even Qiu Huan, who had a deep friendship with him, didn’t know that in the vast South Sea City, the two people Shang Yu trusted unconditionally were Li Qiao and He Chen.
After a few seconds of silence at the gambling table, He Chen ground out the cigarette butt with his leather shoe and scraped his teeth against the corner of his mouth, "Take down Tu Anliang from South City, what’s in it for me?"
"Open the underground casino in South City at your leisure, plus three official Gambling City licenses."
Shang Yu’s steady voice fell into He Chen’s ears, and he smiled, lifting the corners of his eyebrows, "Not bad, getting all these benefits for one Tu Anliang. If you’d said earlier, I wouldn’t have fucking bothered going to other provinces to pull connections these past few days."
He Chen had just returned to the South Sea the day before yesterday, and during his half-year absence, he had actually opened up several fringe city underground channels.