Although Yang Zhen is not proficient in gambling, he is not a problem in general listening and speaking, especially sieves. He has studied them in his early years. The most important thing is that the people here are not cheaters, so he dares to be bold and confident.
Bet like this.
The person sitting in the bank was not a casino owner, but an ordinary player. Seeing Yang Zhen's confident face, he immediately knew something was wrong, especially after opening the sieve cup after 6 o'clock. He had a very strange feeling
I felt that Yang Zhen was here to cause trouble.
"This brother seems to be a master. Since everyone is here, let's play stud."
The man at the bank knows that if he continues to shake the sieve cup, he will definitely lose everything. It is better to play stud and rely on luck. He knows the rules here. Even if the other party is a master, he can only gamble with them.
They didn't care whether Yang Zhen agreed or not, someone immediately started shuffling and dealing the cards for them. After the first card was dealt, Yang Zhen suddenly said: "Everyone, I don't have time to spend time with you here. Since I want to gamble on luck,
Then how about we gamble outside? Add an extra two million per game and rely solely on luck, not gambling skills. I wonder if everyone is interested?"
"Okay, since it's a bet on luck, I'll bet with you. Do you want to join?"
There are a total of eight people here, and they all look like officials. The person who is betting against Yang Zhen is a middle-aged man who looks like he has been upright all his life. When he is there, he looks like a person in power, and everyone else looks like he is the leader.
.
Since the leader had agreed, the others naturally did not dare to disobey, and the expressions of three of them even changed slightly. It was obvious that these people must have come here to please someone, but for the sake of their career, they would do it even if they had to work hard to win.
When the second card was dealt, it was actually a middle-aged man who spoke. He took out one million and threw it onto the field without any expression. Yang Zhen smiled and directly pushed the ten million in front of him into the field.
"I don't want to waste time!"
"Huh, kid, it's just the second card. You don't have to put all your money down. Do you think you are a gambling sage?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhen with a sneer.
"Since you want to bet on luck, you must have the courage to gamble. I believe I can win, that's all."
Yang Zhen was not afraid of the middle-aged man's venomous gaze. The other party actually wanted to intimidate him with his bastard spirit. He sneered in his heart. Compared with being domineering, the middle-aged man was not qualified at all.
"Okay, you are indeed brave enough. I like young people like you!"
Seeing that his domineering power could not intimidate Yang Zhen, the middle-aged man turned to look at him with admiration. This official was really smart, he could change at any time, and he could fall out of favor faster than turning the pages of a book. But Yang Zhen's response was just
A faint smile that means nothing.
Since it was all about gambling on luck, the middle-aged man had no reason to be afraid of Yang Zhen, so he naturally pushed all the money into the field. When others saw that he was already gambling, these people naturally followed suit, because the money was originally given to the middle-aged man.
Yes, it can be done in one go. They are absolutely not willing to stay here for one more minute. It is really too depressing.
After all five cards were dealt, Yang Zhen looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said: "It seems that my luck is quite good. Although I only have a pair of jacks, I can suppress your pair of tens. I think you are out of luck.
Why not take a look at theirs."
The middle-aged man secretly sighed that he was really unlucky to encounter such an enemy card. The middle-aged man was very good at observing words and emotions. Just by looking at the other people, he knew that one of them had a bigger card than Yang Zhen, which made him suddenly feel confident again.
confidence.
"There are seven of us, and I don't believe that seven of us can't beat you. How about we raise the stakes and bet 10 million?"
The middle-aged man looked like he was sure of Yang Zhen. His courage was so shocking that the other seven people didn't even dare to express their courage. The leader is the leader, and this kind of courage is beyond their reach.
"Ten million? It seems too little. How about we bet fifty million? If we lose, you don't have to give it to me. If we win, I will add another three million to get some news from you. What do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene had a bad feeling. Yang Zhen's words were too loud. You must know that their leader carries a gun with him. They had heard that this leader once because someone contradicted him
, and was shot to death by him.
"Since you won't suffer any loss whether you win or lose, I'll just play with you, but you still have to abide by the rules. It doesn't matter whether you have money or not, but your life." The middle-aged man said, and suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and smashed it with a bang.
At the gambling table, he looked as if he was ready to die.
"I don't want your life. I just want you to give me Mr. Zhao's phone number. I have a big business and I want to cooperate with him."
Yang Zhen didn't care about the middle-aged man's domineering attack, and directly picked up his trump card and looked at the middle-aged man.
Seeing Yang Zhen's trump card, the middle-aged man felt his whole body go limp, and sat down on the chair, cold sweat overflowing from his forehead. He didn't expect that he had already used the last resort, and the other party was still not afraid, and was more courageous than him.
, directly showed him his cards, showing his contempt for him. Although he had the urge to shoot Yang Zhen with a gun, when he saw Yang Zhen's smile, he felt guilty.
"Fight, I'll wait for him here, I think he should be here, right?"
Apart from secretly sighing that he was inferior to others, the middle-aged man had no intention of going back on his word. He took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed the number. But just after the call was made, he hung up the phone. It seemed that he
What is it implying?
Half a minute later, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a dozen gun-wielding masters seemed to rush into the room. Except for Yang Zhen, everyone else's legs weakened and they all sat on the ground. Chen Yirong was the first one.
The first time I saw this scene, my body couldn't stop shaking.
All the guns were pointed at Yang Zhen. At this time, a middle-aged man finally walked in from the door. This was a middle-aged man who looked a little ruffian. At first glance, it was clear that he was a domineering rich second generation. After entering the door, a pair of
He looked at Yang Zhen with cold eyes.
"Brother, do you have any background?"
The first thing this guy said was to ask about his background. He was really a rich second generation. Under Yang Zhen's wry smile, he wanted to say "My dad is Li Gang", but he was rejected by him.
I endured it all my life.
"This must be Mr. Zhao. Have you ever heard of Lingjian Hall? Or the Ten Mad Men?"
Zhao Song was suddenly stunned after hearing this. When did Lingjian Hall become interested in Qian Province? He had just received a call from Lingjian Hall, saying that they had a big deal and wanted to cooperate with him. He didn't know what it meant.
Naturally, he flatly refused, but now after hearing about Lingjian Hall, he really became interested.