Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 316: For Your Majesty (131)

Dragon Raja 5

This makes absolutely no sense. To spend millions of Australian dollars to poach an eight-year-old CEO for a company that hasn’t even started yet. But he said it so seriously that it was hard not to believe him.

“If you win the bet, you can naturally take the person away, but is it really necessary to decide the CEO, who is so important, by drawing cards?” The boss was still holding his tongue, after all, the outcome was still uncertain.

“The most important thing about working together is fate,” the young master said, regaining his languid demeanor. “If fate doesn’t allow it, then we just have to let it go.”

“You haven’t asked me if I want to go with you,” Su Enxi said.

“Of course you want to, how could you not? With your talent, you should have attended the best high schools, gone to Tsinghua or Peking University, studied in America, and been a big shot on Wall Street. But now you’re working for some sleazy guy in this run-down casino. Before you even turn eighteen, he’ll find a way to turn you into a prostitute. Even if you manage to escape, you’ll be nothing more than an insignificant person. One day you’ll die somewhere and be buried there; nobody will remember you. But what I promised you is that the whole world will remember you. They would have no choice but to remember you because you’ve got their hands on your throat and your feet kicking their asses,” the young master suddenly fell silent, a chilling silence. “People can die, but they must be remembered. Not only must they be remembered, but they must also be afraid of your return!”

Su Enxi stared at the deck of cards in front of her, unable to tell whether the young master had lost his mind or was speaking the declaration of a hegemon or the ramblings of a madman.

But suddenly she couldn’t wait to reach out and touch the deck of cards, as if the withered old man was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, saying, “My little girl is the smartest.”

The stream of information that had been bothering and irritating her suddenly stopped. The world seemed to be in the primeval wilderness, and her heart was as still as water. She reached out, drew a card, and flipped it over, cleanly and efficiently, in one go, like a master calligrapher writing a masterpiece or a swordsman piercing the sky with a sword.

The card she threw on the table was the 3 of clubs, the lowest card in a deck, which any card could beat. The young master didn’t even need to draw a card to win this round, and he also won Su Enxi away.

The boss’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the bodyguards around him drew their weapons and surrounded him. Only then did Su Enxi realize that the other guests in the casino had been cleared out.

If it were anyone else, the boss would not only not be angry, but would also respectfully send a Rolls-Royce to take the girl and the guests away. But Su Enxi was different, because the boss was the most perverted pedophile Su Enxi has ever met. He is like playing a dating simulation game, waiting for Su Enxi to grow up every day, only to have her love stolen by a young master who doesn’t even need to shave yet.

The young master sighed, raised his chin at Su Enxi, and at this moment he already showed a commanding tone, “Go pack your things, forget about clothes and shoes, but you can bring any important souvenirs.”

Then he reached out, and a sharp whistling sound rose from below as a black triangular military dagger pierced the floor and entered his hand. He slowly planted the dagger on the gambling table. “I’m happy to have recruited some subordinates today. I’ll be more compassionate than usual.”

His ridiculously immature face deserved a good punch to teach this manga-obsessed young master a lesson about the realities of life. But no one dared to move, because the boy’s eyes shone with a molten lava-like light, like a demon from hell opening its eyes, or a sea dragon king descending from the heavens.

The young master led Su Enxi away, leaving his Australian dollar bets on the gambling table. He seemed genuinely pleased to have recruited a suitable subordinate; the millions could be considered commission paid to the headhunter.

The boss’s decision to let the young master and Su Enxi go was undoubtedly wise, even though it was heartbreaking. Afterwards, they spent a long time repairing the floor. The black military dagger hadn’t pierced through a single floor layer; it had started from the first-floor washroom, broken through all the floorboards, and reached the young master’s hand.

Years later, Su Enxi was having breakfast with her boss, no longer the one from the Macau casino. Without relying on notebooks or printed reports, she verbally recounted the revenue figures of over 70 institutions across five continents, accurate to the decimal point. In the past year, she had been aggressively operating in the financial markets, targeting the currency of a small country, manipulating oil prices, and facilitating the merger of several old-school European banks, each deal yielding astonishingly high returns.

But the boss didn’t seem excited. On the contrary, during the hour that Su Enxi was giving her report, he kept mentioning that Su Enxi’s outfit was problematic, and he kept frowning and shaking his head.

“Last year I helped you earn $8.5 billion,” Su Enxi stopped her report, tilting her head to look at him, “but just because I wore a pair of Loubout shoes you nag me a hundred times?”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with the Loubout, but it shouldn’t be paired with an R suit! You’re my CEO, you control hundreds of billions in my business, you can’t wear a nightclub madam’s shoes!” The boss said seriously, “It’s normal for you to earn 8.5 billion. When I first met you in Macau, I knew you were the kind of girl who could earn me 10 billion every year!”

“But you decide my fate with a single card?” Su Enxi sneered.

“I was armed. Whether I win or lose, I would fight my way out. What’s the difference?” The boss shrugged. “We’ve known each other for so many years, do you still suspect I’m a bandit?”

“Besides, didn’t you exchange that 3 of clubs yourself?” the boss added.

Su Enxi paused for a moment, shrugged, and continued reporting on her work.

That’s right, drawing the 3 of clubs wasn’t fate, but rather she traded it for cards she had hidden. It wasn’t the dealer who won; the old lady herself chose to get on that bandwagon, and no one could stop her.

(Nonsense Dragon Raja world setting

For a long time, readers have been puzzled about whether Chu Zihang’s mother was of mixed race. She gave birth to Chu Zihang, a high-class mixed-race child, while she herself appeared to be an ordinary person.

Renata’s parents have an even bigger problem. How could two such mediocre, even foolish, people give birth to a child with the superpower “Mirror Eyes”?

The question of Su Enxi’s lineage has resurfaced, and here I will briefly explain some aspects of dragon genetics.

Those who have studied high school biology should remember that human genes are usually diploid (with very few triploids). Half of our genes come from our father’s lineage and the other half from our mother’s lineage, and the genes from both sides are intertwined in a double helix structure.

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