Casino, 1997

March in Casino.

Beautiful scenery and pleasant climate.

This oriental Las Vegas has magnificent casinos and tall buildings on one side, and a bustling old city on the other.

It truly lives up to the saying "half city decay, half city prosperity." Whether it's the street scenes or the scenery in the old city, the vicissitudes of life seen are all history. Every evening, neon lights flicker, a scene of extravagance and decadence.

Inside a luxurious suite on the top floor of the Hotel Lisboa, shaped like a giant birdcage, two young women were shivering at this moment.

They were really frightened.

Just a few minutes ago, the person on the bed had clearly stopped breathing, and seeing him come back to life, they couldn't help but be scared.

However, as the person on the bed groaned and sat up, this fright turned into a huge surprise.

One of the long-legged girls with yellow hair, who had once thought she was done for, was now holding hands with her companion, saying with a sob, "That's great! Young Master Su isn't dead!!"

Su Yehao, the young man on the bed, was dizzy and had a terrible headache due to lack of oxygen.

When his vision finally returned, he saw this dazzling scene in front of him, two tall beauties standing there, so much so that he thought he was dreaming.

But when he closed his eyes and opened them again, it was still the exact same scene.

Even the little cat tattoo below one of the girls' navels was clearly visible.

A flood of memory fragments surged into his brain all at once, and he subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with me?"

One of the girls, with big eyes and a high nose, had pink and white skin, as if you could pinch water out of it with a gentle squeeze.

After hearing Su Yehao's words, she came over and said, "Brother Hao, you scared us to death just now. You drank a lot of wine, and you were too excited before, and you actually faked death, and you even stopped breathing."

"Brother Hao..."

The young man recalled for a moment, and finally realized an astonishing fact... he had transmigrated?

In his memory, the previous second he was still a small construction supervisor named Su Min, who had just started work in the morning and fell into a freight elevator due to a shoddy construction project.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw two great beauties who looked like twins, and it was still dark outside.

He reached out and touched the woman's face in front of him, warm and pink, and sure enough, it was a real person.

Su Yehao, or rather Su Min, staggered off the bed and went to the bathroom to look at the huge mirror. He found that he had become younger, with a high nose, sword-like eyebrows and big eyes, a proper young heartthrob.

After washing his face and holding the sink to recall everything, he realized that he was only eighteen years old!?

...

The hotel doctor arrived first and gave him a thorough examination.

Soon after, a thin, old man, about fifty years old, rushed over in a hurry, followed by several people who didn't look like easy characters.

When Su Yehao saw him, he immediately knew that this was his father, his biological father.

Su Sihai, known as "Fourth Master Su" or "Su the Skinflint."

He was both rich and stingy. It was rumored that even stray dogs passing by the gate of the Su family mansion would have a layer of skin peeled off by him.

Before Su Yehao could recover, his father became annoyed and burst into cursing:

"You brat don't study hard. In those days, I struggled on a broken sampan, risking my life to build such a huge family business. Look at you, day after day! You're going to be the death of me one day!!"

He coughed twice.

Someone next to Father Su was also busy trying to mediate.

A middle-aged man with a mole between his eyebrows wiped his sweat and said:

"That's right, it's good that he's okay, calm down first. Little Hao is fine this way. My son is different. He graduated from the prestigious Oxford University, and after returning, he was too ambitious. In just two years, he lost three hundred million Hong Kong dollars!"

These words were powerful.

In Father Su's opinion, it seemed reasonable.

His own son just liked to play around with a bunch of hangers-on, and giving him 200,000 Hong Kong dollars a month for pocket money was barely enough.

In other words, depositing 300 million Hong Kong dollars in the bank would be enough to live off the interest alone.

Not only was it enough, but there would also be some extra interest.

Father Su patted his friend with the mole between his eyebrows, and his anger had subsided a lot. He said with a smile, "Your son is still good. He's young and at least dares to take risks. Communications are so popular, there's definitely money to be made."

That's what he said.

Whether that's what he really thought in his heart, it's hard to say.

Su Yehao was tossed around like this.

His head didn't hurt anymore, and his drunkenness had also dissipated.

Now he just wanted to be quiet and let Father Su leave quickly, so he nodded decisively and pretended to be a good son...

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Su Yehao took a shower, got dressed, and went downstairs.

He still had some impression of his car, so he parked it crookedly at the entrance of the hotel, with one car taking up two parking spaces.

Don't look at his father's fiery temper, he was willing to spend money on him.

After all, he was the only son in the family, and he had him late in life. Last month, Su Yehao cried, made a scene, and threatened to hang himself, so he just bought a Ferrari F50. He asked the hotel to find a valet to drive the Ferrari home. He vaguely remembered that his home was in Panlong Villa near Bishop's Hill.

When he was Su Min, he had traveled to Casino and knew that the area near Bishop's Hill was very expensive, and even He, the King of Gambling, lived there.

Rolling down the car window to let the wind blow, Su Yehao was increasingly shocked as he recalled everything.

Looking at the face in the rearview mirror, his father was one of the top ten richest people in Casino. Now it was only 1997, and his assets were already in the ten figures, as much as three to four billion Hong Kong dollars.

Passing by an office building, he vaguely remembered that it was his family's, and the five-star hotel next to the office building... seemed to be his family's too.

He stared at the tender face in the mirror again and again.

The shock of rebirth suddenly turned into a huge surprise, and Su Yehao couldn't help but laugh.

His parents had passed away early, and he lived in a relative's house and was often looked down upon.

He tried his best but still couldn't reach other people's starting line. He worked more than ten hours a day, but he was just barely making a living.

Now it was different, he finally had the opportunity to enjoy the happiness of the rich. He stroked the Ferrari F50 with his hand, and it was as wonderful as it could be.

Now, everything was different.

Beside him.

The hotel valet who was driving the car was taken aback by Su Yehao's appearance.

He thought to himself, he had heard that the son of Su the Skinflint was a bit of an idiot, and now it seemed that the rumors were true...