I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Woyao Yanpai.

Reasonable.

After all, what if the other party cheats when you're playing such a high-stakes game?
Having been exposed to technology himself, Mr. Jiang naturally had his guard up.

"can."

Song Chaoge spread his hands, smiled, rested his arm on the gambling table, exuding an aura of dominance; anyone who didn't know him would think he was the master of this golden palace.

The dealer pushed the brand-new, unopened deck of cards in front of Boss Jiang.

Mr. Jiang picked it up and then naturally handed it to his female companion, saying, "Check it out."

Professional tasks should naturally be left to professionals.

Surely you don't really think that Boss Jiang agreed to let her be his date today just to use her as a decorative object.

That would be disrespectful to the other person, and also disrespectful to the entire He family.

The stunningly beautiful Miss Jiang didn't stand on ceremony. She took the playing cards from Boss Jiang's hand with her slender fingers. Her strikingly beautiful face was serene and composed. Even though her enemy, who had planted a bomb in her car, was sitting at the far end of the room, she remained completely unaffected.

"Thorn."

The brand-new playing cards were unfolded and then neatly stacked on the gambling table. In front of a group of gambling tycoons, the newly emerging jewel of the He family began a pleasing card-checking performance. Her palm slightly cupped the top of the card, and her fingertips slowly caressed the edge of the card. The force was like brushing against flowing clouds. Her fingertips precisely stroked the edge of the card inch by inch without any extra movements. Throughout the process, her eyes were straight ahead, her eyes were calm and she did not look down at the card. Mr. Jiang may not have been able to see the trick, but the professionals present could tell at a glance that she was using the touch of her fingertips to identify the differences in the thickness of the cards, the wear marks on the edges, and the subtle anomalies in the texture of the paper, checking whether someone had made secret marks or used edge grinding to cheat.

really.

Like father, like son.

The so-called beauties were worthless to anyone present. After seeing the He family's fourth young lady's initial display of skill, these bigwigs couldn't help but feel a sense of approval and appreciation.

Song Shao remained calm and composed, a smile playing on his lips.

When it comes to "picking up girls," he admits defeat wholeheartedly. The guy opposite him is really good at seizing opportunities. Although it was just a simple card check, it was much more effective at leaving a deep impression than the empty praise given to He Junru by the news media.

of course.

Boss Jiang probably didn't think that much about it at all; he was just trying to control the pace of the scene. So when he saw He Yihui's brilliant performance, his eyes showed a slightly different expression.

With a light press of the thumb on the top of the card and a slight twist of the knuckles, the cards are gently shifted in an extremely subtle arc, creating only a tiny crack that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye. By relying solely on the smoothness of the sliding motion between the cards and the tightness of their fit, one can distinguish whether there are any stuck cards, interlayered cards, or oddly shaped cards mixed in. This is a skill that many gamblers may never learn in their entire lives.

Her wrist remained as steady as still water, her shoulders and back motionless. After feeling the texture of each card without any discernible difference, He Yihui held the bottom half of the deck with one hand, her wrist sinking down very lightly to neatly cut the cards. The two sections of the deck overlapped perfectly, the proportions precise and without disrupting the original card order. Her eyelashes lowered slightly, and her peripheral vision swept over the ink patterns and reflective textures of each card's back, silently discerning translucent marks, fluorescent markings, and flaws in counterfeit card backs.

The entire card-checking technique was fluid, restrained, and elegant, without any frills. Before the game even officially started, Boss Jiang's momentum had already surged.

"There's nothing wrong with the cards."

Ok.

Even if there were a trick, they wouldn't be foolish enough to manipulate the poker. Anyone who can get into this VIP room is no fool, let alone sit at a table.

Jiang Chen nodded and gave the other person a quiet thumbs-up, "Professional."

Why does He Yihui not boast or flaunt her achievements, but simply and neatly stacks the cards and puts them down?

"Clap clap-"

It's unclear who started it, but applause began to erupt in the extremely exclusive VIP room, then became unanimous, and finally nearly thunderous.

Those who don't know the situation might think the gambling game is over, the winner has been identified, and the future of Macau is clear.

But it hasn't even started yet!

Through the gaps in the crowd, one could vaguely see that Young Master Xiang was clapping with extra effort; his hands were probably red from clapping.

Gambling is actually quite similar to war. When two armies are facing off, do you think momentum is important?
As a fellow guest performer, Zhong Tingwang was certainly not willing to let his opponent steal the spotlight, and he spoke with great force, silencing the noisy applause.
"Mr. Jiang, would you like your shoes polished first?"

Shoe shine?
What's the joke?

Boss Jiang's leather shoes were so shiny they could reflect light; there was no need for any extra steps.
"Stop wasting time, let's begin."

He spoke lazily, displaying confidence as he gestured.

The applause subsided.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently. At this moment, Young Master Xiang no longer hid himself, but he didn't rudely push forward either.

He was well-prepared. The heels of his leather shoes were five or six centimeters high, and considering his height, he was over 1.8 meters tall, so he could see everything without even standing on tiptoe.

"Since there are two of us, there's no need to follow so many rules. The initial investment is ten million. Does Brother Jiang have any objections?"

Song Chao asked before the cards were dealt.

"A base bet of ten million? That means you can only buy a maximum of ten decks of cards?"

"If it were a real fight, he might be gone in two or three rounds."

"Looks like they want a quick victory."

……

Discussions arose, and the atmosphere at the scene became even more heated.

None of us are ordinary people; our time is very valuable. Moreover, a swift and decisive battle means the situation will definitely be very exciting.

"Row."

Mr. Jiang nodded easily, incredibly amiable. As the dealer dealt the cards, he turned his head and asked, "Why don't you come and play?"

Judging from the way He Yihui examines the cards, she must be a master. I don't know how skilled she is, but she is definitely better than him, who is only half-baked.

No one thinks gambling is all about luck, right?
It's important to know that Texas Hold'em has long been recognized as a sport, and sports are competitive, which requires skill and technique.

He Yihui spoke softly, her coldness and aloofness from when she checked the license plate gone, and her eyes were so captivating they could melt anyone's heart. "Let's watch your performance."

Boss Jiang didn't mince words.

As a gentleman, how should you respond to a request from your female companion?
—We can only satisfy your request!
Saying it's a hundred million sounds impressive, but in reality it's just ten chips in each side's hands.

of course.

The two hundred million in bets was actually just a small prize. What really attracted so many tycoons to come and watch was not the win or loss of one or two hundred million.

"Quack."

As each side threw in a chip symbolizing ten million, the croupier, dressed in a neat black uniform and clean white gloves, began dealing the cards with a "cold" expression.

The ruthless men who committed murder, arson, kidney mutilation, and loan sharking in their respective territories now resembled elementary school students waiting for exam results, remaining silent and eagerly anticipating their answers.

Jiang Chen grabbed the deck of cards by one hand, slightly lifted it, and flipped over the two bottom cards one by one. Then he quickly tapped the table.

"Pass."

"Pass."

Song Shao followed closely behind.

In the first round, being cautious and steady is perfectly acceptable.

The three community cards are turned over.

Ace of Hearts, 8 of Spades, 3 of Spades.

Boss Jiang placed one hand on the gambling table, his fingers rhythmically tapping the surface. His face was expressionless, his emotions completely unreadable.

Facial expression management is an essential skill for gamblers to advance.

Song Dynasty songs are equally enigmatic, devoid of joy or sorrow, leaving one puzzled.

"Mr. Jiang, please speak."

The dealer was meticulous and raised his hand to signal.

"Me? I thought Young Master Song was talking about that."

As if waking from a dream, Boss Jiang sat up straight, pinched the nine neatly stacked chips between his fingers, and threw them all out with a flick of his wrist.

"Crackling and popping."

Amidst the stunned silence, a calm and composed voice rang out.

"All in." (End of Chapter)