"What? The Middle East rich people are also afraid of them?" Looking at Du Famen who was decorating the cards, the Asian boy here couldn't help but smile.

"I came here to play, just for entertainment, and my money was not blown by the strong wind." Shushed, Du Famen didn't care about such provocation. Of course, the following sentence was handed over to him by Jiang Hai. When he asked Jiang Hai to invest in Dubai, Jiang Hai said this a lot. When he heard his words, the Asian boy here also smiled, then took out ten million and threw it into the pool.

Seeing him do this, the white man also deducted the cards, and only the black man followed.

When the last card was lifted, the Asian boy's face became even more proud. He held two cards and looked at the black man in front of him with a smile. Of course, his light was always looking at Pula Walton.

In his opinion, no woman doesn't like money. She is so generous, so there is naturally his reason for her to behave.

"There are only two of us left, 20 million to play with you?" Seeing how rich he said, the black man over there smiled, took out 20 million and threw it on the table, and the man also took out 20 million and threw it on the table.

Then the card was opened. The Asian boy's card was indeed quite good. There was a card a, two j, and two k on the card. The boy's hand was a j and a k. In other words, no matter which card was used, he was a k prisoner (gourd). Generally speaking, such a big card was enough to win, so when he showed the card, he already smiled and signaled the dealer to give him the money.

However, when the dealer showed off the black card, his original smile instantly became solidified.

The black man's cards are very simple, one pair, one pair of a! a gourd. Although the top card is not as good as him, this card has to suppress the end of his k gourd. Seeing this scene, the Asian boy here instantly turned blue.

Obviously, it was more than 30 million US dollars. It was not as light as he said. He felt sorry for losing like this.

"The money is mine." The black man grinned and showed his big white teeth. After looking at the Asian man with contempt, he smiled and signaled the dealer to get all the money to him. In an instant, the money in front of him would be much more than the other three companies.

"Wow, you guys are playing very big. One handful of more than 30 million yuan, but one hundred million yuan can't last long." Seeing that the black man directly collected tens of millions, Jiang Hai was a little surprised. These people were really cruel enough to play with them. It's probably because their assets would have to turn into negative numbers after playing with them all night. Fortunately, they were not addicted to playing this thing, otherwise they would be troublesome.

"You were not that big before you came, the biggest one was only more than three million." But after hearing Jiang Hai's words, Du Famen here couldn't help but smile and talk to him. When he heard his words, Jiang Hai also glanced at the Asian boy over there.

Needless to say, it is clear that this guy's purpose is Pula Walton. Unfortunately, this wave of 13-mounted equipment was not successful enough. Not only did he not catch up with girls, but he also got more than 30 million in for himself, and his face was scared blue.

"Well, the first thing to win is paper. Let's continue." Picking up the wine glass next to him, taking a big sip. The boy pretended to be calm and said to everyone, and then continued to throw a 100,000 chip. But his eyes didn't dare to look at Pula Walton so presumptuously.

It seems that the failure of the 13-mounted version just now has some impact on him. The most important thing is that it is more than 30 million, which makes me feel distressed!

"Who are these?" Looking at the Asian, Jiang Hai asked Du Famen in a low voice.

"This white man is called Christine Balfat. A Californian native is Google and the third largest individual shareholder who must die. He has some influence in the upper-class circle of the United States, but he is a playboy himself and has no real power. He has a good relationship with anyone. The black man is called Afatrio Carmes. He was originally a mess in New York, but he stopped washing his hands more than ten years ago and opened a security company. Later, he invested in Hei Shui International. Now he is the second largest shareholder of Hei Shui International. His money may be the least among all the people here, but he is the one who cannot provoke the most. Fortunately, this man is very disciplined and low-key." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Du Famen also whispered to Jiang Hai to introduce the three people present, but first they were white and black.

When Jiang Hai heard that the black man was actually a mess, he couldn't help but frown and labeled him as an incompatible label.

"As for that Asian, it is a Korean man. According to their country's name, it seems that he is from Li Zhihao, a member of the Samsung Consortium. Now the helm of Samsung is his father." Then Du Famen looked at the Asian man and said with a smile on his face.

Among these people, he used the least words when introducing this person, which shows that Du Famen himself did not look down on him.

Indeed, there is indeed a big gap between the rich people in the Eastern countries and the rich people in the Western countries.

In Western countries, such as the United States, when your money reaches a certain level, your existence will affect the political situation of the country.

For example, Bill Gates, no US president will be in trouble with him. What he says is sometimes more useful than the US president. This is his power.

But in the Eastern world, whether it is Goryeo, island countries, or China, rich people are actually more of a stand-in before politics. The country needs you to have money, and with your own strength, you are qualified to have money.

This is the biggest difference between the gold standard society and the official standard society. Even in China, people are calling out how capable this is and how much money it is, but as long as the court speaks, no matter how powerful it is, no matter how powerful it is, they have to kneel down. This is somewhat similar to the Soviet Union.

In order to help the Soviet Union develop, the Soviet Union government created a lot of oligarchs.

As a result, the Soviet Union's financial stability is now that these oligarchs have become public enemies of the whole nation, and they are worried about inequality because they are not worried about the lack of widows.

This is the official definition of the imperial court and the Soviet Union, so the Soviet Union attacked these people.

Once they lost money, the money, factories, and rights were taken back to the state, so in China and the Soviet Union, money was useless, and power was the most important thing, otherwise a village chief could kill you as a pig.

Although the island country and Goryeo are not like China, the situation is not very good, at least not as arrogant as the rich people in the United States.

For Koreans, the eldest son of the Samsung chaebol is a big name, but for Du Famen and others, that's the case. What they have to do is not to be friends with him. He is just a guest here.

Of course, I guess he wouldn't think so. At this time, he didn't look like a guest, but rather like the protagonist.

Of course, if it is in the United States, the most powerful person on the table is actually Pula Walton next to Jiang Hai.

After all, this guy represents Walmart Group, the world's number one group, and it's more than just talking about it.

Under the attention of Jiang Hai and the others, Li Zhihao over there was indeed far behind the old foxes in front of him.

When they were originally winning or losing two or three million, these old guys didn't care, just thought it was just passing the time and playing with them.

But now that this guy is seeking death, they can't blame him!

In the third move where Jiang Hai and the others sat here, this guy lost again. This time he lost more than 20 million, and this time the 100 million in front of him was only more than 40 million, and less than 50 million, his face became even more purple and purple.

In the seventh game, he lost again, and this time he only had 30 million left.

Seeing his more lost eyes, Jiang Hai couldn't help feeling a little funny. This might be a sign of addiction.

On the eleventh hand, the white man over there said a few casual words, aroused him for a while, and bet on all the remaining money.

The result is self-evident. If you don’t have the confidence to win, will these old fried dough sticks make you so fierce?

The moment the card was opened, the guy's face was also pale. He was indeed the eldest son of Samsung and the only son of Samsung's current ruler. However, if he was born in 1990, he would be two years younger than Jiang Hai.

With a family as big as Samsung, the struggles in the family are naturally difficult to resolve, and some people are staring at their position.

And their family traditions naturally cannot be like some second-class families, which can train people into a playboy, a second-generation, or the like, but how can young people not be crazy? Especially in Nan Goryeo, he can only use his hands to pick up the sky.

But he also knew that although this million US dollars was nothing to his family, if he lost all of them, he would be unavoidable to scold him. People would want to win back when they were afraid of losing.

It also takes capital to win back, so his eyes turned red and he was ready to take out another 100 million.

But just as he was about to ask the dealer to give him money, a person behind him, who looked like a bodyguard patted him on the shoulder and said a few words in his ear. When he heard the man's words, the red color in his eyes gradually faded away.

"Forget it, I'm not lucky today. I'll think it's 100 million for you to entertain you. I'm leaving." After slapping the table, Li Zhihao stood up, then he was ready to walk out with a freehand look on his face, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and walked to Pula Walton, who was still sitting there.

"I think you're sitting here is boring, otherwise we'll go downstairs to have a drink!" Looking at Pula Walton, Li Zhihao here chuckled, then made a polite move, and said to Pula Walton.

"I advise you to go to the ophthalmology department. I have a male companion." But unfortunately, Pula Walton would not spoil him and said coldly.

"Oh, I think your male companion probably won't mind." Hearing her words, Li Zhihao smiled disdainfully, looked at Jiang Hai next to him, and said contemptuously. He heard it when Du Famen introduced him just now. Maybe Samsung's name can't shake those black and white people in the United States, and it's still no problem to shake an Asian face. (To be continued.)
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