The gamblers have the same mentality, and even Zhuo Gui, the old world, will be no exception. ()

In his opinion, the game just now was purely because An Tianwei was too lucky! How could he compare the size directly after only two cards? Apart from being lucky, there is no other explanation.

What changes in this is that he has a new understanding of An Tianwei's courage. He will no longer think that An Tianwei is a coward, nor will he look at the two of them with disdain and contempt.

"Thank you!" An Tianwei said, then collected all the 400,000 yuan total on the table and then continued to say leisurely to Zhuo Gui: "Master Zhuo, after this hand, my hand wind has come up. I am afraid the cards behind will be smoother and smoother!"

This is a reminder? This is a threat! Zhuo Gui was so angry!

Didn’t it just rely on luck to win? As for being so arrogant?

"Come again!" Zhuo Gui slapped the desktop vigorously, and jumped into bundles of banknotes on the desktop.

"Mr. Zhuo is in high spirits, of course I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

The other two Qingjintang people in the card game also had the same mentality as Zhuo Gui. An Tianwei won the game just now with pure luck, and he had no technical content at all. He was a card that even a fool could win, Red Heart Tonghuashun, and the biggest card of Soha!

"Discount, deal." The two shouted.

The battle situation unfolded again. An Tianwei lost 10,000 yuan this time, and then began to retreat halfway. After repeated visits, Zhuo Gui and the other two jingmen began to feel upset again.

"Brother An, you always don't look at the trump card. Are you really that sure?" Zhuo Gui felt strange about An Tianwei's way of playing cards.

"It doesn't matter whether you look at the cards or not. What's important is whether your mentality is stable or not!"

An Tianwei looked calm and composed, and Zhuo Gui looked angry and admired him a little.

Although he is an old jing member of Shuanggang Police Station, he has a better experience in the world, and is definitely not comparable to those young young men who have just debuted. An Tianwei is not old, but it is indeed rare to maintain such a calm mind.

Especially in the game just now, under such a tense atmosphere, this kid still kept his face and his heart was not beating, which was definitely not something that ordinary people could control.

It seems that he really underestimated this kid too much! Zhuo Gui thought to himself.

"Brother, the business is still in progress, and it is hard to say who loses and who wins now. Cards are the same as those on the battlefield. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. No matter how good your mentality is and no matter how high your ability is, as long as you lose, you will be nothing!"

"What Mr. Zhuo said is reasonable! However, sometimes victory or defeat is just a matter of thought. Since ancient times, there have been many precedents on the battlefield. Having a good mentality can have a greater chance of winning, and it will also turn over quickly!"

When the two of them talked about the game, although they were talking about cards, they actually had their own meanings.

What Zhuo Gui wants to express is that I am an old man and will definitely beat you, so no matter what your mentality and ability are, I will win in the end.

An Tianwei in turn used Zhuo Gui's army and used the previous game as an example to illustrate that he could turn the tables.

They had a clear understanding of the oral confrontation between them; others, including Li Yue, did not understand it very well. They just thought it was the two talking about their ideals in life.

The two of them naturally did not point out the point, and they each turned their strength into the card game. The conversation was false, the victory or defeat was true, and the virtuality was true. The war between the two had actually spread.

An Tianwei still followed and retreated without any hurry when he got the cards. Zhuo Gu was so aroused several times that he almost had to look at An Tianwei's trump card, but he finally did not make such a rash move due to his identity.

The other two jingers were also intertwined with resentment towards An Tianwei and didn't know what to do.

Every time An Tianwei only looked at the clear cards and did not move the trump card, so he could decide whether to follow or withdraw, as if he had a clear idea of ​​the trump card in the morning.

The more this happens, Zhuo Gui's heart becomes more and more angry.

Anyone can play the role of a god of gambling. He really wants to use the game to teach An Tianwei a lesson, and he can just get back the face of the previous game. Unfortunately, An Tianwei always doesn't give him such a chance, and he folds the card without fighting, which makes Zhuo Gui's ill-fated and angry and can't find a place to vent.

As time slowly moved backwards, Zhuo Gui's anger became significantly stronger and he used to flip cards.

There were several times when he was holding good cards in his hand, and he prayed that An Tianwei would face the challenge, but he never thought that An Tianwei would run faster and fold the cards without even following. Zhuo Gui's face turned green.

Of course, he would win and lose a little, but the total amount of money in front of him was always controlled at more than 300,000. Zhuo Gui looked at the pile of money on An Tianwei's desk that could not be reduced, and his anxiety was rushing towards his head with more anxiety than a wave.

The more anxious he was, the more dazzling he looked at An Tianwei's leisure. If it weren't for his brother, he would really want to take the path of being a bad person, beat An Tianwei up, and then stuff the pile of money into his bag!

For Zhuo Gui, who was not exposed to his joy, this kind of thought could have arisen, which shows how angry An Tianwei has been.

"Master Zhuo, I see that our cards are almost done playing here. How are you okay?"

"Brother An, you want to stop after winning. Isn't it a bit unauthentic?" Zhuo Gui was unhappy.

"I don't care. I'm just afraid that if I continue playing like this, I can't help but kill me."

"Brother, from your tone, you have been giving in to us all the time?"

"I can't say that. I think it's not a glorious thing to win my brother's money. So I haven't concentrated my efforts."

"My surname is An, are you too crazy?" The jingjian sitting opposite An Tianwei was also the slaughter of Qingjintang, who was also angry.

"Hahaha..."

"Hey, don't be big or small!" Zhuo Gui was the chief clerk after all, and he couldn't let his brother lose his manners in front of An Tianwei. But in his heart, he actually agreed with the brother's scolding just now.

This An Tianwei is too crazy!

"Master Zhuo, will you withdraw?"

"There is still some time before eating, so why bother to withdraw in such a hurry?" Zhuo Gui said.

An Tianwei thought about it, glanced around the faces of Qing Jintang and the other two, and then pushed the 300,000 in front of him onto the table.

"Master Zhuo, I really don't want to hurt my brother's kindness. There are more than 300,000 yuan here. If the brothers in Qingjintang don't dislike it, they will just treat it as the money I invited for tea, what?"

An Tianwei's move uses retreat as an advance, which makes Zhuo Gui's face look ugly.

According to An Tianwei's meaning, you will definitely not win the card game, but I can give you the money! This is like slapping Zhuo Gui's face several times, commonly known as slapping the face.

"What do you mean?" Zhuo Gui asked coldly.

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