The first thousand and sixty-nine chapters of the No. 1 prodigal son of heaven
"Three are the best. After three dealings, if you win, 3% of Genting Casino's shares will be yours. If you lose, let this woman stay and drink with me."
Xiang Que scratched his nose and said softly: "Do you want to drink, or do you want to take the opportunity of drinking to let the two of you know how good she is and you know how good she is? The drunkard's intention is not in the bar?"
The young man opposite said calmly: "You care so much, do you want to gamble or not?"
"Is this a real bet?"
"If you really want to bet, I'll be Jiang Zi..."
What an unreliable gambling agreement this is. A three percent stake in Genting Casino. Even if Xiang Que doesn’t know how much the casino’s stake is worth, he can estimate it with just a casual guess. Three percent
The shares probably represent an astronomical figure.
Only the most prodigal son of Tianzihao could do this in exchange for a meal with his shares.
Is the young man opposite really a prodigal? He definitely isn't. Just look at his demeanor and you'll know that his family must be either rich or noble. Maybe he has a rich businessman father or a high-ranking official grandfather. He comes from such a family.
People may be stupid, but they must have been grounded by their elders a long time ago and will not be let out to bite people wantonly. Since he can come out, it means that he is not particularly stupid.
The wasted brain cells of children from powerful families are truly unparalleled by ordinary people. The richer and more powerful the family, the lower the probability of having a fool.
Xiang Que's eyes glanced at the faces of the other people at the gambling table. Their expressions were a little surprised but not shocked.
This bet is obviously a Hongmen Banquet. This young man must have someone to rely on, otherwise how could he do such a wasteful thing!
Are you afraid of Xiang Que? He shouldn't be afraid. Although he is not a member of the gambling world, his gambling skills have reached the point where his life is as lonely as snow. He draws his sword and looks around at a loss. Although I no longer walk in the casino, the gambling world has always
They all have my legend.
Xiang Que turned to the dealer and said, "Shuffle the cards and deal them."
"It's just three cards. What a waste of time. You and I can just draw three times each." The young man opposite stood up very grandly, reached out and randomly pulled out two playing cards from the pile on the table and threw them on the table.
On the left side.
"Pa" One nine and one five, fourteen o'clock.
Xiang Que looked at him deeply, then stretched out his two fingers and drew two cards from the loose cards, a seven and a nine, which won him exactly two points.
The young man smiled nonchalantly, and then drew two more cards. Xiang Que also drew out the poker cards. Compared with the two, Xiang Que won again.
The winner and loser of two consecutive hands of cards were determined within less than a minute. It was like a child playing house. It seemed to be a joke, but behind this bet was a gambling agreement that could reach several billions.
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These two people are really playing tricks on each other, and the people next to them are a little bit wide-eyed.
A middle-aged man came close to the elegant woman and said softly: "Even if this Chinese loses, he just asks his female companion to drink with him. The loss is harmless. Shah probably feels that he will definitely not lose, and he seems quite relaxed.
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The elegant woman raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Will he lose?"
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "This scene seems familiar. A year ago, he used the same method to win a shop on the third floor of an office building in Central from a businessman on Hong Kong Island..."
This is why Tianzi's No. 1 prodigal son is so calm and composed. He knows in his heart that he is sure to win.
But Xiang Que, whose life is as lonely as snow and who draws his sword and looks around at a loss, is Fu Hongxue, a swordsman. He also feels that he will definitely win.
Who is strong and who is weak can only be seen in the last card.
Xiang Que put one hand in his pocket, pointed at a pile of loose cards on the table and said, "You haven't washed it yet, so you just touch it like this?"
Shah picked up a cigar, trimmed it slowly and said, "You can smoke it first, I'm not in a hurry."
Xiang Que looked at him with a half-smile, stretched out two fingers and casually took out two playing cards from the edge of the deck, opened them, and placed them on the table. A three and a four were very average.
Two cards, seven points.
After Shah finished repairing the cigar, he dropped it in his mouth, picked up the zipper and lit it, and said softly: "There are fifty-two cards in total. You and I took out ten cards in total, and there are forty-two cards left. None of the 10jqk cards have been used."
Reveal it, what do you think my chances of winning are?"
Xiang Que curled his lips in boredom and said: "If you really relied on your skills, you wouldn't be stupid enough to play a bet with me. If you are such a prodigal, aren't you afraid of having your legs broken by your family? So don't
What high-sounding words have you said? Let’s flip the card, but I’m flipping it
Before playing the cards, I hope you can stabilize your mind a little. If there are any quick-acting heart-saving pills, it is best to take them in advance to avoid being late, just in case... After all, how can you smoke?
, you will definitely not be able to win in the end.”
Destiny is sometimes really wonderful. Just like the butterflies in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America, a few gentle slaps will bring about the butterfly effect that makes people unable to guard against it. Many people don't know how to deal with it.
One would think that on an ordinary day, a seemingly nonsensical gambling agreement would change the fate of many people.
This butterfly effect has become the most talked about interesting thing in Malaysia for a long time, and even inexplicably had a very far-reaching impact on Malaysia.
There are only three people involved, one is a Malaysian named Shah, who is the second son of the Prime Minister of Malaysia and a close disciple of the head-dropping master Harak, and the other two are a mysterious man and woman from China.
Shah paused holding the cigar with his fingers. He seemed to be a little shocked by Xiang Que's words. It only lasted for two or three seconds and then he was relieved.
Shah took out a porcelain bottle only the size of his thumb, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, poured two drops of thick black liquid into the palm of his hand, and then applied it to his eyes.
Xiang Que blinked and said cutely: "Cheating?"
"Don't talk nonsense, it's just that my eyes are a little uncomfortable." Shah rubbed his eyes seriously and said, "I'm a little dazzled after sitting for a day. I moisten the corners of my eyes. How can this be cheating?"
Xiang Que smiled meaningfully: "No matter how you smoke, you won't win in the end. Have you forgotten what I said?"
Shah frowned, took a deep look at Xiang Que, and then began to search the pile of cards with his head underground. A cloud of mist suddenly appeared between his eyes, and a pile of loose cards on the table suddenly appeared.
It became transparent in an instant. He stretched out his two fingers and picked up two playing cards. Before the cards were opened, Shah already knew the faces of the two cards. One was 10 and the other was eight. This was a sure sign.
Winning and missing two cards.
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