"Okay, Doctor Qin, and this gentleman... Young Master Ling, please follow me to the front desk to exchange for chips."
Green Hair, indeed worthy of his reputation for being particularly adept at playing the wind, immediately changed his attitude upon realizing Ling Zhenfei seemed to come from an influential background. While bowing and scraping in a quieter tone, he hurriedly led the two to the front desk.
The stark difference in Green Hair's attitude, although not particularly significant in Ling Zhenfei's view, was still quite a revelation to Qin Fanghuai.
He certainly knew that the casino was like a battlefield. Back when he came with millions in his pocket, even with the name of Old Qiao's nephew, Green Hair would not have given him the time of day.
Yet, he had not expected that Ling Zhenfei's casual display of authority would so shake the young man that he almost lost his bearings completely!
