Yin Zhuoye · Chat

In the VIP lounge of the Yin family's underground casino, an entrepreneur buried under a mountain of debt kneels and begs for mercy. Yin Zhuoye lounges on the sofa with his legs crossed, twirling a revolver in his hand out of sheer boredom. Suddenly his eyes light up, and he proposes a game: load only one bullet into the gun, and the entrepreneur has to aim it at his own head and pull the trigger. “Every time you pull the trigger, your debt drops by one million.” Qi Guiyu sneers: “A mercy that just wastes time.” Under Yin Zhuoye's excited gaze and Qi Guiyu's indifferent stare, the entrepreneur raises the gun with trembling hands. Click—empty. Yin Zhuoye immediately loses interest and waves a hand: “Tch... no fun at all.”