I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Chapter 120 Script: "The Underworld Messenger Borrows Life"

A private elevator leads directly to the entertainment area on the basement level.

Inside the stainless steel car, the mirrored interior walls reflected the pale faces of the people inside.

Lu Jianmin pushed Lu Bingkun's wheelchair, followed by his two younger brothers, both in their forties.

In the cramped space, no one spoke; even breathing was done very quietly.

The elevator descends at a constant speed, and the numbers tick: 3, 2, 1, B1.

With each jump, their hearts rose a little higher.

Master Zhang didn't come down, but he handed everyone a handful of yellow talismans, saying they could save their lives.

Lu Jianmin was slightly relieved.

……

"bite--"

With a crisp click, the elevator doors slowly opened.

A bone-chilling cold swept over me.

Despite being fully covered by a constant temperature system, the entertainment area was more than ten degrees lower than the upstairs area.

The cold air seeped up my trouser legs, making my knees ache, and my breath turned into white mist.

The corridor was covered with a thick carpet, which should have absorbed sound, but the sound of several people's footsteps echoed dully.

The recreation room door was tightly closed, its heavy solid wood door carved with intricate patterns.

Just now, right behind this door, I heard the sounds of mahjong being played and laughter.

But at this moment, the inside of the door was deathly silent.

Several people stood at the door, looking at each other, none of them daring to push the door open.

The fear from before hadn't dissipated; it felt as if a room full of unseen things were hidden behind the door—

Those "things" were staring at them outside the door, waiting for them to come to them.

Without wasting words, Lu Bingkun raised his chin to indicate, "Open the door."

Standing at the front, Lu Jianye gritted his teeth and reached out to grasp the doorknob.

The metal doorknob was icy cold, like holding a block of ice. He took a deep breath and pressed down.

With a soft "click," the door opened.

……

The inside was brightly lit.

The crystal chandelier was dazzlingly bright, illuminating every detail of the several-hundred-square-meter entertainment room.

The entertainment room, which had been noisy for almost the entire night, was now neat and tidy.

The mahjong machine was covered with a dust cover, and the tables and chairs were put back in their places.

The bar glasses were neatly arranged, and all the audio-visual equipment was in standby mode with the screens off.

There were no signs of it being touched.

Several people pushed the wheelchair in and stepped in. You could smell a faint scent of paper ash and incense in the air.

There was also a faint musty smell, like the smell of an old house that never sees sunlight.

Lu Jianmin subconsciously clenched the yellow talisman in his pocket.

What you can't see is the scariest.

You never know whether it's standing on your left or right, facing your face, or perched on your shoulder.

"Sizzle—creak—!"

A screeching sound suddenly rang out.

In front of several people, the neatly arranged leather sofas and solid wood tables and chairs seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and began to move on their own.

The sofa slammed heavily against the wall, the coffee table crashed into the corner with a bang, and the gambling table and billiard table were pushed aside.

It was as if an invisible hand was cleaning the area.

The hairs on all four men stood on end.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

The sound of table legs scraping against each other rose and fell, as if the positions had been planned in advance. In the very center of the entertainment room, all the clutter had been cleared away, leaving only a large solid wood gambling table.

The dark brown desktop is polished to a shine, and the edges are covered with copper.

It's a Texas Hold'em poker table that was specially ordered from Las Vegas by the Lu family.

On either side of the gambling table, there was a genuine leather chair.

One on each side, placed opposite each other.

It was as if everything had been arranged in advance, just waiting for the living people to take their seats.

The room was empty, the lights were bright, a gambling table had been set up by the occupants, and there was an empty chair opposite.

Everything is saying that the underworld officials are waiting for Lu Bingkun to make a bet.

Lu Bingkun squinted, his eyes revealing not fear, but rather a hint of excitement.

A gambling table?

Ok.

In his life, the thing he feared least was gambling.

In his early years working in underground casinos in Hong Kong, he started from the bottom as a henchman, serving tea and water, keeping watch, cheating at gambling, and he had seen all kinds of gambling games.

He is proficient in dice, dominoes, poker, and mahjong.

He was particularly good at listening to dice; he had practiced for several years and his hearing was extremely accurate.

He could guess almost anything about the dice roll, even with his eyes closed.

Back then, he made a name for himself in the casino using this skill, which earned him the appreciation of the Chen family and gave him the opportunity to climb the ranks later.

Bet with him?

That really hit his strong suit.

But Lu Bingkun didn't rush forward. Instead, he gestured to his three children with his eyes: "You go first and test the waters."

He was cunning and shrewd, and never fought a battle unprepared.

First, send your children up to scout things out, figure out the other party's methods, and see what the underworld officials like, how they gamble, and their rules.

Once he has a clear understanding of the situation, he will personally take charge.

The three people looked at each other, then shrank back.

Sitting across from unseen ghost messengers and gambling?

are you crazy?

If we win, great; but what if we lose?

Will my soul be stolen directly?

Lu Bingkun didn't want to die, and neither did they!

……

Lu Jiancheng was also the most timid, and immediately refused:

"Dad, I can't. I don't know how to gamble. I don't even know how to roll dice. Going up there would only cause you trouble."

Lu Jianye, standing to the side, quickly chimed in:

"Yes, Dad, I've always had bad luck and always lose when I gamble. Don't ruin your important plans. Let my older sister go. She's capable and has good luck, so she'll definitely be fine."

—The children of the Lu family have always refused to acknowledge Chen Jianhua, who shares the same surname as Chen Shulan, as their eldest sister; this can be seen from their way of addressing her.

But at this moment, the two of them pushed each other, each trying to shift the blame onto Lu Jianmin.

Lu Jianmin's face was a little pale.

She was afraid too.

But she knew even more clearly in her heart that this was an opportunity.

Last night, Lu Bingkun privately promised her that if things went well tonight, regardless of whether it succeeded or not, he would increase her shareholding in the group by five percent.

What does five percent mean?

Kunsheng Group has a market value of 100 billion yuan, so 5% of that would be 5 billion yuan.

This was enough for her to firmly establish herself, surpass all her brothers and sisters, and become the undisputed number two in the group.

High risk, high reward.

After thinking it through, Lu Jianmin took a deep breath and took a step forward.

"I'll do it."

Lu Bingkun nodded in satisfaction.

……

Lu Jianmin walked to the gambling table, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.

The leather seats were icy cold; even through the thin fabric, the invisible chill penetrated directly into the skin.

Lu Jianmin forced himself to look across at the other side.

empty.

There was no one, no shadow, and no outline.

There was nothing there.

But she could sense that there was a "person" sitting opposite her.

An invisible sense of oppression washed over her, making her chest feel tight and her breathing difficult.

It was as if a gaze was coldly fixed on her face.

Lu Jianmin dared not look. Just then, the tabletop shook slightly.

"Thump."

It sounded like someone was tapping on the table, urging her to place her bet.

"Oh, place a bet, place a bet."

Lu Jianmin shuddered as she realized that she had neither cash nor bank cards on her.

She had no choice but to remove the diamond earrings from both ears and place them on the table.

—A pink diamond worth millions, in excellent condition.

"This... let's use it as a bargaining chip first."

But as soon as she finished speaking, there was a "smack" sound. The earring seemed to have been swept away by an invisible hand and smashed directly onto the marble floor in the distance, making a crisp cracking sound.

Diamonds flew everywhere, and the base deformed.

Clearly, the underworld officials didn't value this offer.

Lu Jianmin, forcing himself to stay upright, took off his Swiss-made watch from his right wrist and gently placed it on the table:

"This one, twelve million, is a limited edition worldwide."

Snapped!

The watch was swept away again.

Lu Jianmin then pulled out his car keys—a limited edition Ferrari, worth nearly ten million yuan.

"The car key is brand new and hasn't been driven more than a few times."

Snapped!

The car keys were swept into the corner, and the plastic casing cracked.

Lu Jianmin started to panic.

Jewelry, luxury watches, and high-end cars—the underworld official doesn't even fancy them?

What does it want?

She looked up, helplessly gazing at Lu Bingkun not far away.

Lu Bingkun's face was gloomy. He didn't say anything, but his gaze fell on her neck and wrist, and he gestured with his eyes.

Lu Jianmin was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Around her neck was a full-green imperial green jadeite necklace, and on her left wrist was a round bracelet of the same material.

With its old and fine texture, full-bodied bright green color, and rich, gelatinous appearance, this is a true heirloom-grade jadeite.

This set of jewelry is not an ordinary luxury item.

This is the first top-grade jadeite that Mr. Chen from Hong Kong, who was also the father-in-law of Lu Bingkun's first wife, personally went to Myanmar to lease a jadeite mine in the year his daughter Chen Shulan was born, and mined.

A complete set of jewelry—a hairpin, a bracelet, a necklace, a necklace, and a ring—was Chen Shulan's dowry.

Later, the Chen family fell into ruin, and Lu Bingkun took over the family property.

This set of jadeite changed hands several times, through auctions and buybacks... In reality, it was just a matter of moving from one hand to the other, and was laundered into becoming a family heirloom.

Back when Lu Bingkun was pursuing Lu Jianmin's mother, he gave her this set of jewelry as a token of their love.

Later, it naturally fell into the hands of Lu Jianmin.

……

Lu Jianmin hesitated.

This set of jewelry is her favorite and a symbol of her status as the eldest daughter of the Lu family.

She cherishes things terribly, and feels heartbroken if she gets even the slightest bump or scratch.

But given the current situation, she had no choice but to accept it.

After all, what's the use of keeping jewelry when you're about to lose your life?

She gritted her teeth, took off her necklace and bracelet, and placed them on the table.

This time, the underworld officials did not make any unusual moves.

The underworld official accepted it.

Two top-quality jade pieces complete the first set of bargaining chips.

Lu Jianmin dared not ask what bet the other side had placed, nor what the bet was; he could only look at Lu Bingkun.

Lu Bingkun nodded slightly in one direction with a stern face.

It means that when betting on big or small, choose small.

Lu Bingkun had been observing, but since the dice hadn't been rolled yet, he couldn't figure out the pattern.

Therefore, we can only be conservative and try a smaller option first.

Lu Jianmin understood, looked away, stared at the table, and said in a trembling voice, "I...I choose the smaller one."

The words fell.

"Splash—splash..."

The dice cup on the table floated up out of thin air.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding the bowl and gently shaking it.

The sound of the dice striking the sides of the bowl was crisp, frequent, and rhythmic.

All eyes were fixed on the floating dice cup.

It was shaken for about half a minute.

"Thump."

The dice cup landed steadily on the table, no longer wobbling.

The time to open the pot has arrived.

Lu Jianmin took a deep breath; his palms were sweaty and his fingers were trembling.

She reached out, grasped the lid of the bowl, paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly lifted it open:

One point, two points, three points.

Adding it all up, six points, small.

She won.

Instantly, Lu Jianmin's tense nerves relaxed, and he slumped into the chair.

Overjoyed, she turned to look at Lu Bingkun, her eyes brimming with excitement.

Won!

We won the first game!

Lu Bingkun also breathed a slight sigh of relief, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Good luck, it's a good omen.

Just then, something suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the table.

A fruit the size of a baby's fist.

It is pure white with a soft, faint glow, and its surface is smooth and delicate.

It looks like a peach, but also like a pear.

In short, it was a variety that none of them had ever seen before, and it exuded an indescribable ethereal aura.

Clearly, this was a wager given by the underworld officials, and the prize that Lu Jianmin won.

……

Lu Jianmin looked at Lu Bingkun and asked with his eyes.

Lu Bingkun nodded slightly, indicating that she should eat first.

Lu Jianmin felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to disobey.

She picked up the fruit, brought it to her mouth, and ate it.

The flesh is sweet and juicy, melting in your mouth.

A cool breeze slid down my throat and instantly spread throughout my body.

I felt incredibly comfortable all over, like I was soaking in warm water, with every pore open.

Lu Jianmin subconsciously touched his face.

My skin is much firmer, and the nasolabial folds that caused me to stay up late have faded a lot. Even the fine lines at the corners of my eyes have become lighter.

This effect is much better than getting hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of hyaluronic acid injections or undergoing anti-aging treatments costing millions.

……

"Dad, it's okay, it's good stuff."

Lu Jianmin's face was filled with undisguised joy.

Lu Bingkun could no longer contain himself and gestured to his son to push him over so he could examine his daughter closely.

The more he looked, the more surprised and delighted he became.

it is true.

The stakes offered by the underworld messengers are truly valuable items that can prolong life and strengthen the body.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the fervor in his heart was completely ignited.

It seems that this underworld official is just as the master said: greedy for money, fond of gambling, but also law-abiding.

"I'll do it."

He squeezed out a few words, staring at the empty seat opposite him, his tone excited:

"I...I'll bet with you."