Everyone looked over and wanted to show their kindness, but they didn't have the courage.
Park Dan-tae is the most arrogant chaebol son in Seoul and even the entire Goryeo. His mood is unstable. One moment he may greet you with a smile, but the next moment he may kill you.
Seeing this important person coming, Miezi immediately went to greet him: "Mr. Park, you are here, please come."
"Um!"
Park Dantai nodded, hugged his woman and went up.
After a while, Miezi came back and asked with a smile: "Master, are you still interested in us going up to play?"
"interested in!"
"please!"
Ning Fan stood up and went up to the elevator over there.
In the elevator, Miezi asked: "What's your surname, sir?"
"plum!"
"Master Li, a Korean? Why have I never seen you?"
"Because this is my first time playing, of course you don't know me."
Now it can be basically concluded that Ning Fan is a master, so he is naturally not short of money. They like this kind of customers here.
After the seventh floor, there are various rooms here, each with different gameplay.
"please!"
This is a very luxurious room, with a table in the middle and it is very quiet.
"We'll play here." Miezi said.
"OK!"
Mieko clapped her hands, and several women in kimonos walked in, carrying fruits, snacks, and some expensive red wine.
"Master Li, please use it as you like, we will start right away."
Ning Fan sat down, motioned for the female star to sit down, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Lin Yunzhu."
"Um!"
Ning Fan ate some fruit and wine.
The table was ready, and Miezi sat across from Ning Fan and asked: "For the two of us to play the bigger game, is it no less than three million won per game?"
"no problem!"
This time the two of them played dice, a simple game of big and small, and there was no dealer.
This seems simple, but if the method is wrong, it will be a huge loss.
No one rolls the dice, just two people taking turns rolling the dice, it's simple and crude, no fancy stuff is needed.
"Master Li, please invite me," Miezi said.
Ning Fan was not polite and shook it twice before placing it on the table.
“Buy big!”
"Ms. Mieko, are you sure?"
"Sure!"
In this case, Ning Fan opened the dice tube, and the number inside was indeed high.
"This person didn't beat me directly? Could it be that I made a mistake?" Miezi was confused.
Ning Fan sighed and said: "Miss Miezi is indeed a master, she won the first round."
"Concession!"
It was Miezi's turn. After she shook it a few times, Ning Fan started to place bets.
This time Mieko won.
Miezi won the next three games, while Ning Fan kept losing.
Miezi had to wonder if she was wrong. Ning Fan was not a master at all.
This is a competition of thousands of arts, how could the opponent always lose?
If you continue to win, it's meaningless.
All of a sudden, Ning Fan had less than three million left out of more than ten million, which was not enough to place bets.
"How about I bet 20 million in the last game?" Ning Fan suggested.
"sure!"
Now it is confirmed that Ning Fan is not a master and keeps losing. Miezi won't say anything, just win the opponent's money.
After all, there are too many stupid young people who just want to show off after learning some skills.