We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

The security guard glanced at the numbers on the asset certificate, and his expression changed.

These days, only big spenders are willing to spend that much cash flow.

He made a few reports into his headset, then stepped back to make way.

"Please come in, both of you. Brother Hui is waiting for you on the second basement level."

Push open the heavy golden doors of the clubhouse.

The deafening music and blinding spotlights instantly enveloped the two of them.

The lobby was filled with elegantly dressed men and women, each carrying a glass of champagne.

The two followed the supervisor toward the elevator.

Song Qianxia followed half a step behind Gu Tingchen, her eyes darting around uncontrollably as she muttered to herself.

"There is a wide-angle camera on each side of the main entrance, and a hidden pinhole camera above and behind the bar."

"At the stairwell leading to the basement, security guards patrol every five minutes, and they are all equipped with stun batons."

"The door to the emergency exit on the left is fake; it's a hidden compartment."

Gu Tingchen paused.

The security level at this club is even stricter than that of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Even he had to observe carefully to find the hidden door, but this girl saw through it at a glance.

"Assistant Song, you have a sharp eye."

Gu Tingchen turned his head to the side, his voice very low.

Song Qianxia pushed up her glasses and chuckled twice.

"Boss Gu, I used to work in the loss prevention department of a large supermarket."

"I specialize in catching thieves who stuff sausages into their crotches; I know the blind spots in surveillance cameras like the back of my hand!"

Gu Tingchen chuckled softly, using the act of adjusting his tie as a pretext to issue a low warning.

"Put away your radar and stop looking around. If we can't find Brother Hui, we'll be thrown out first."

Song Qianxia immediately became obedient, looking down at Gu Tingchen's shiny handmade leather shoes.

The elevator went down and stopped on the second basement level.

As soon as the door opened, an even more extravagant and frenzied atmosphere rushed out.

This is no ordinary club; it's a huge underground casino.

Gambling tables were surrounded by red-eyed gamblers, and the air was filled with the decadent smell of expensive perfumes, high-end cigars, and strong alcohol.

The crisp sound of chips clashing was incessant, accompanied by the wild laughter of winners and the angry curses of those who lost everything.

The head waiter led them through the crowd to the most luxurious VIP table in the center of the venue.

"Please wait a moment, bosses. Brother Hui will be down shortly." The supervisor bowed respectfully and stepped aside.

Behind the one-way glass on the second floor, a pair of eyes were watching them.

Gu Tingchen walked straight to the black velvet high-backed chair in front of the gambling table and sat down.

With long legs crossed, she exudes an aura of power.

Song Qianxia dutifully played the role of assistant, stepping forward to place the leather document folder in her hand on the table.

This table is a VIP table specifically for playing Texas Hold'em.

The base bet is 10,000, with no upper limit.

There were three other gamblers playing cards at the same table.

A pot-bellied coal mine owner, a wealthy woman adorned with gold and silver, and a gaunt man wearing sunglasses.

The three of them looked at the newly joined Gu Tingchen with a scrutinizing gaze.

This man is too calm; he doesn't look like he's here to gamble, but rather to inspect the property.

Less than two minutes later, a hearty laugh came from the stairwell.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly! This must be Mr. Gu, right?"

A man wearing a floral shirt and a gold necklace as thick as a little finger strode over.

Bald, with a face full of fat, and eyes that gleamed with cunning.

"My name is Li Hui, and I'm in charge of this club. I heard that Boss Gu just returned from Cyrillic and is looking for some big business opportunities?"

Hui sat down in the empty seat opposite Gu Tingchen, and made a tentative move with a smile.

Gu Tingchen leaned back in his chair and took out a silver metal cigarette case from his inside pocket.

"I wouldn't call it a big deal. I just got back to China, and my funds are just sitting idle anyway, so I thought I'd find a place to travel around."

Gu Tingchen lit a cigarette and looked at Hui Ge through the smoke.

"I just don't know if Brother Hui's pool is deep enough to hold all my money."

Good heavens, that Living Yama is really arrogant!

Song Qianxia stood to the side and behind Gu Tingchen, clapping wildly in her heart.

This is even more arrogant than the real bandits in Cyrillic territory.

Hui Ge's smile faded, and his eyes turned cold.

"Boss Gu has quite the nerve. Although Jiangcheng can't compare to Cyrillic, the poker table at Shengshi Jia Hua isn't something just anyone can smash."

Hui tapped the table. "This is a VIP table. If you want to sit here, you'll have to show the brothers what you're made of first."

This is when the capital verification is required.

Gu Tingchen raised his right hand, which was holding the cigarette, and gently pinched it between two fingers.

Song Qianxia understood immediately and opened the black briefcase she was carrying.

He pulled out three stacks of bank drafts tied with white strips and threw them onto the green velvet table.

"Thirty million Swiss francs, bearer, ready for immediate redemption."

Song Qianxia, ​​with a stern face, spoke in a professional and cold tone.

"If your club's cash flow can't cover this debt, our CEO Gu doesn't have time to play house with you all here."

The three gamblers at the table all gasped in unison.

Thirty million Swiss francs! That's more than two hundred million in cash flow!

This isn't a place to play cards; it's a place to buy the entire casino!

Hui stared at the bank draft on the table, his eyes narrowed into slits.

These bearer drafts are the most commonly used hard currency in underground money laundering networks and cannot be counterfeited.

It seems that this Mr. Gu, who came back from Cyrillic, has a background that is definitely not simple!

If he's a fat sheep, we'll make sure he doesn't leave this door today.

If it's a dragon crossing the river, then it's perfect to bring it into the next big business deal!

Hui Ge put on a warm smile.

"Boss Gu is indeed very generous! Since you're in the mood, shall we sit down and play a couple of rounds?"

Gu Tingchen stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and uttered a single word.

"Exchange chips."

Song Qianxia stepped forward and pushed the three drafts to the foreman next to her.

The supervisor quickly ran to the counter.

A short while later, four security guards in black suits carried over two large trays of colorful round chips.

Song Qianxia stared wide-eyed at the mountain of chips piled up like a small mountain.

This red one is worth 100,000, how much money would a whole plate of them contain!

If she could steal two of them, she'd have enough milk tea and late-night snacks for the next six months!

Suddenly, I heard Lao Zheng's voice gritting his teeth through my earpiece.

"Xiao Song! You're a high-paid assistant! Stop giving me that predatory look!"

Song Qianxia quickly swallowed back her saliva, forced a straight face, and stood up straight.

Gu Tingchen caught a glimpse of her greedy expression out of the corner of his eye, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

His slender fingers fiddled with the mountain of chips in front of him.

The sound of plastic pieces colliding was particularly pleasant at the gambling table.

"Deal the cards."