Chapter 174 Macau Storm: A Letter from a Beautiful Woman
In truth, he knew the situation like the back of his hand; it only took twelve minutes to get from the Grand Lisboa to the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal.
Even from Wynn Palace, it would take twelve minutes at most.
Saying fifteen minutes was just to give himself a bit of a buffer.
After hanging up, Lin Chen didn't dare delay. As if injected with chicken blood, he was full of energy.
With a whoosh, he leaped off the bed, haphazardly scooped his clothes and pants off the floor, and pulled them on.
He didn't even notice he'd put his pants on backward, only adjusting them after a couple of tugs.
Dragging his suitcase, he practically sprinted all the way to the elevator.
The moment the doors opened, he ducked inside, wishing he could press the button right through the panel.
Reaching the first floor, he rushed to the front desk to drop off his key card, then dashed out of the hotel without stopping to hail a taxi.
From start to finish, it hadn't even been three minutes.
Lin Chen sighed with emotion.
"There's no helping it. When a man has girls waiting for him, his efficiency is off the charts."
"After all, I can't keep two beauties like Chu Feifei and Shen Nian waiting too long."
The wind at the pier still carried a salty, humid dampness.
Lin Chen had been waiting there early. Spotting Chu Feifei and Shen Nian approaching from a distance with their suitcases, he immediately quickened his pace to meet them.
A familiar smile spread across his face as he greeted them:
"Here, let me help with the luggage. Look how heavy this is; we can't have my two beauties getting worn out."
Chu Feifei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she instinctively moved to decline.
But before her hand even touched the suitcase, Lin Chen had already taken it from her.
His grip was steady. Shen Nian stood to the side,
a faint smile playing on her lips. She didn't say anything,
but she quietly slowed her pace to follow behind the two.
After getting into the car he'd called in advance, Lin Chen tossed the luggage into the trunk.
He ducked into the back seat and sat down right next to the two of them.
Chu Feifei shifted closer to Shen Nian, the tips of her ears still burning hot.
Lin Chen tapped the front seat and said crisply:
"Driver, to the Wynn Palace Hotel, please. Make it quick."
The car pulled smoothly away from the pier, the streetscape outside the window receding rapidly.
As the neon lights began to flicker on, they bathed the Macau night in a vibrant, shimmering glow.
Chu Feifei stole a glance at Lin Chen beside her, then looked at the calm Shen Nian.
She couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
Lin Chen was someone who never played by the rules.
It wasn't until they entered the hotel room and the door closed that Chu Feifei could no longer contain herself.
She tugged on Shen Nian's sleeve, her voice tinged with embarrassment and a hint of panic:
"Lin Chen, why did you only book one room?"
Lin Chen scratched his head, showing not a shred of embarrassment.
Instead, he leaned in thick-faced, his tone carrying a bit of cunning:
"Hey, what's the panic? I booked the Presidential Suite!"
"It's more than enough for the three of us. Besides, the bed is huge; it won't be a squeeze for you two, don't worry!"
Shen Nian kept her eyes down, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but she didn't speak.
Her heart was like a clear mirror; she had seen through Lin Chen's intentions long ago.
But since that kind of thing had already happened before—with both of them together—
being overly prudish now would only seem distant. Her silence was a form of tacit consent.
Seeing that Shen Nian remained silent, the bashfulness in Chu Feifei's heart faded by more than half.
She secretly rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself:
"Whatever, everything that was supposed to happen has already happened, and it happened together."
"Doing it again now isn't as embarrassing as it was before."
"Forget it, forget it. At least I'm with Sister Nian."
Lin Chen saw the softening in their eyes and gloated inwardly, but then his stomach let out an ill-timed growl.
He cleared his throat and changed the subject:
"I haven't eaten yet, and I bet you two haven't either."
"Let's go downstairs to grab a bite first, and after that, we'll head to the casino for a bit."
"I'll give you each a hundred thousand to play with however you like."
"But remember, if you lose that hundred thousand, stop immediately. Don't linger."
He paused, his tone becoming a bit more serious,
adding a down-to-earth warning:
"In a casino, the worst thing is getting 'red-eyed.' Once you lose your head, it's over."
"In our hometown, we call it 'Eating Salt.' Simply put, it's being out for blood."
"The more irrational you are, the more miserably you'll lose. It's just like those people who lose their minds trading stocks."
Chu Feifei immediately pouted, deliberately trying to annoy him with a coquettish tone:
"I know, I know, Stock God!"
"You're the only one who knows anything, right?"
"Don't tell me you're also going to be a God of Gamblers here?"
Seeing Chu Feifei's little provocative look, Shen Nian could no longer hide the smile in her eyes.
She burst out laughing, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"What are you laughing at!" Lin Chen shot Shen Nian a mock-displeased glare, then slapped his chest with a look of pride.
"I'm telling you, I really am a God of Gamblers!"
"But I'm not gambling today. I'll play tomorrow on the 3rd. I'm not in the zone today."
He was calculating in his mind:
"It's not that I'm not in the zone,"
"it's that today's Ten-Second Prediction is already used up. I can't waste it."
"There are five days left. Morpheus, The Venetian, MGM, Grand Lisboa Palace..."
"Plus today's Wynn Palace, that's exactly five days. One casino per day, no more, no less."
The seven Ten-Second Predictions for seven days provided by the system
were, simply put, for him to make a killing in Macau, take the money back to the mainland to expand his business, and do some charity on the side.
Those casinos had earned so much of the mainlanders' hard-earned money.
He considered this giving them a taste of their own medicine. Nothing wrong with that.
Early the next morning, Lin Chen took Chu Feifei and Shen Nian to the Morpheus casino.
It was the same old routine: dice gambling. He'd lose a few rounds first, then use the Ten-Second Prediction and go all-in.
Watching the dice cup shake and spin rapidly in the Croupier's hand, Chu Feifei gripped Shen Nian's hand tightly.
Her palms were covered in sweat, and her heart was nearly leaping out of her chest.
When the dice finally stopped, the numbers were exactly what Lin Chen had bet on.
Having won over nine million, Chu Feifei finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest.
Her voice was full of lingering fear and a bit of a reproach:
"Lin Chen, you're too bold!"
"You scared me to death. I didn't even dare to look just now!"
As she patted her chest, the movement caused her soft curves to sway significantly.
Lin Chen's gaze instinctively glued itself to her, his eyes going wide and fixed.
He mumbled in response:
"What's there to fear? It was a sure win."
Shen Nian followed up on Chu Feifei's words, her voice also carrying a hint of lingering fear
but also an irrepressible excitement:
"She's right, you really are too bold. It was too thrilling!"
"Your luck is just too good."
Lin Chen withdrew his gaze, knowing the truth in his heart.
It wasn't luck at all; it was entirely thanks to the system's Ten-Second Prediction.
Furthermore, he knew he couldn't be too greedy in a single casino. Once he'd made around ten million, he had to stop.
Otherwise, he would surely be targeted by the casino staff.
If that happened, there would be big trouble. Knowing when to quit while ahead was the wise move.
The days passed like this. Every day, Lin Chen took the two women to a different casino.
Each time, he managed to earn eight or nine million. From their initial heart-pounding terror, Chu Feifei and Shen Nian
slowly grew accustomed to it, and would even join in on the fun.
Occasionally winning a bit of small change could keep them happy for half a day.
Until the evening of the 5th, when the lingering air of intimacy in the guest room had yet to fully dissipate.
Lin Chen saw a WeChat message.
"Qin Shu!"