Such attacks and calculations did not escape Jiang Nuantang's eyes, but she didn't care.
When one person performs a dimensionality reduction attack on another person, no matter what the other person's approach is, they are just clowns.
Ridiculous!
But even so, Jiang Nuantang couldn't help but be disgusted by Mr. Huang's behavior of pretending to be a female cousin and wanting to build a memorial arch.
But because he didn't want to talk nonsense with Mr. Huang, he didn't argue with him. He just frowned slightly and turned his attention to the card table in front of him.
…
At that time, they had moved to the private casino of the Night Banquet International. The dealer had shuffled the cards and was standing quietly in front of the card table, waiting for them to speak.
Mr. Huang, not hiding his manly nature, looked up and down at the beautiful dealer in a cheongsam, and then came to the conclusion that the woman brought by Wen Tingyun was better.
After discovering this, Mr. Huang gathered his good mood and did not want to make the atmosphere too tense, so he planned to show some kindness to Jiang Nuantang and leave a good impression on him.
So he rubbed his hands and asked like a gentleman:
"How about it? Do you understand the rules? Do you need..."
Mr. Huang slowed down his tone, his voice full of flattery.
In his opinion, Jiang Nuantang is already in his pocket, and he cannot be gentle with his personal pet.
pity……
Jiang Nuantang didn't appreciate his overtures, and said directly to the croupier with a cold face:
"Deal the cards!"
After hearing Jiang Nuantang's order, the croupier leaned forward and skillfully distributed two cards, one light and one dark, to the respective card tables of both parties.
The one in front of Mr. Huang is k, and the one in front of Jiang Nuantang is q.
As for the trump card...
Mr. Huang opened it and took a look, it was a.
He glanced at Jiang Nuantang subconsciously, but saw her sitting there without even lifting the corner of the card.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m not familiar with the rules, or if I’m confident enough in my luck.
Mr. Huang thought it was the latter, because he didn't see any aura of a gambler in the other person.
Very clean!
More like someone who has never touched a card.
This is playing into Mr. Huang's wish. It's better if he doesn't understand, otherwise how will he win later?
Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Nuantang raised his hand slightly and gestured:
"Da K speaks first."
Jiang Nuantang's voice was calm, as if he had seen the world before, and Mr. Huang couldn't help overturning his previous conjecture.
He glanced at her suspiciously, wondering if this was a senior gambler!
In order to confirm his inner guess, Mr. Huang tentatively asked:
"Don't you want to see your trump card?"
Don't even look at the cards, just let him speak.
Are you really confident, or are you so arrogant that you are not afraid of losing and going bankrupt in the end?
Mr. Huang pursed his lips and once again doubted whether his decision to gamble on cards was right or wrong.
Faced with Mr. Huang's speculation, Jiang Nuantang remained calm and said calmly:
"Anyway, winning or losing is determined by one game, it doesn't matter whether you watch it or not."
There was no panic, no arrogance, and his tone of voice was neither humble nor arrogant, which impressed the people around him.
But I forgot that this is actually a paradox.
Although the outcome is determined by one round, they still have to place bets during the competition.
If you have seen the hole cards, even if you lose in the end, you can stop your losses in time at the critical moment and avoid blind stud.
Mr. Huang didn't know what was wrong with him.
It is obvious that Jiang Nuantang's approach should be right in his heart, so that he can not only get the beauty back, but also possibly win huge wealth.
But inexplicably, he felt uneasy.
Especially Jiang Nuantang's attitude always made him feel that he was hiding something.
Even so, he still pushed the chips on the table in a row.
"Twelve million."
Since he could not figure out Jiang Nuantang's specific strength, Mr. Huang did not dare to be too aggressive at first.
Only twelve million bets were placed.
For people of their class, it is just drizzle.
But for those working-class people, it is a huge sum of money.
And Jiang Nuantang——
Obviously they are also working class in their eyes.
So everyone present couldn't help but sweat for Jiang Nuantang.
Because if she didn't follow the bet now, she would be admitting defeat in disguise. She had to accept all the previous bets, otherwise, she would have to bet twelve million.
But how can ordinary people like them get so much money?
Don't forget that after a poker game, not only will you lose all your face and yourself, but you will also owe a huge debt.
Wen Tingyun frowned. If he had known that Mr. Huang was betting on this, he should have firmly opposed it from the beginning.
This would prevent Jiang Nuantang from facing such a dilemma.
A group of people were worried about Jiang Nuantang, and Wen Tingyun also thought about how to use his own assets to make up for Jiang Nuantang's hole when she ran out of savings.
Little did they know that Jiang Nuantang didn't need them to worry at all. She had spent 500 million to take pictures of people looking at the winter grass in the north without blinking an eye!
While everyone was staring at the card game with different thoughts, Jiang Nuantang pushed out the chips in front of him without changing his expression, and said lightly:
"and."
The light tone made it seem as if the stakes being pushed out were not 12 million.
But it's about 12 million yuan.
Such nobleness, which treats money like dirt, is not something that just anyone can pretend to be.
Many people's eyes have begun to change when they look at Jiang Nuantang.
Although it is true that the royal designer of Valuntina, the world's top high-end brand, can make a lot of money.
Plus "God's Domain".
Jiang Nuantang should indeed be a master who is not short of money.
But--
What kind of astonishing wealth does one need to be able to bet twelve million without blinking an eye?
However, this was not what shocked them the most. Just when everyone thought that Jiang Nuantang's twelve million was enough, they saw her pushing out a stack of bets again, with a soft voice: