After a brief silence, the man spoke in a low, hoarse voice: “Gao Ji Xuan.” He felt compelled to answer, finding her warmth reminiscent of winter sunshine.
Jing Xin smiled sweetly, “Oh, I see, Gao Ji Xuan! Goodbye.”
The closing door separated their gazes.
Gao Zhan Peng filled Jing Xin’s cup with water, “Jing Xin, what’s the story about Xiang Yang going to Macau? When did he go?”
I remember he was studying computer science at A University. How did he end up in Macau and in the gambling business?” Gao Zhan Peng frowned, realizing that this stubborn child was trying to provoke him, knowing the Gao family was involved in legitimate business yet engaging in ambiguous enterprises.
“Uncle, Xiang Yang dropped out of school in his second year. After that, he got involved with the underworld and went to Macau alone six years ago to develop his career. We lost touch, but I heard from one of his subordinates that he opened an entertainment city there that is quite famous.”
Entertainment city? A headline from recent newspapers flashed through Gao Zhan Peng’s mind – the largest entertainment city in Asia, “Botian Las Vegas City”. The name “Botian” was strange, as all his businesses in A City were named Botian – Botian Real Estate, Botian Department Store, Botian Convention Center. Hearing Jing Xin’s words, he was shocked – could Xiang Yang be the owner of that “Botian Las Vegas City”? If true, it would be incredible – a top-tier entertainment city built with a 20 billion US dollar investment!
“Jing Xin, I’ll send someone to investigate in Macau and let you know once I find out more.”
Jing Xin put down her cup, smiled, and nodded, ultimately not revealing her relationship with Jiang Xiang Yang.
Gao Zhan Peng smiled and said, “Jing Xin, my eldest son listens to you. I heard from the servant that you made him take his medicine. Since his accident, his temperament has changed completely – he doesn’t even listen to his mother. Thank you. If you’re free, please visit us more often. Perhaps seeing Ji Xuan might help him.”
Jing Xin nodded, “Uncle, what happened to Ji Xuan?” She pointed to her neck.
