Zhao Wei was speechless. He just thought it was Fang Jing's bad luck. He had lost so many times and it was normal to win once. Humph! I'll give it a six too.
Throwing it away, Zhao Wei took a closer look after a few seconds, five o'clock! Almost a little bit.
"It's a pity, it's a pity, Sister Zhao, I won this game." Fang Jing said proudly, "Five million, do you still dare to come?"
"If you don't dare, keep going!"
Fang Jing is still one million short of her, Zhao Wei is not panic at all, even if he loses, he will lose up to four million.
"Blessed by Bodhisattva, come another six o'clock!!"
"Fuck!!"
Seeing the score, everyone present roared in their hearts this time, and some couldn't help but make a sound.
Because it was six o'clock again this time for Fang Jing, twice in a row, so no one was lucky.
"I'm sorry, give or take, it seems that the person who throws first does have good luck. I told you why I kept losing before. It turns out to be this reason."
Zhao Wei felt a chill in her heart. She didn't believe Xie and threw it once. At four o'clock, she lost.
"Again, this time one million!!" Fang Jing hummed, "I want to win consecutively!"
"Wait, I'll throw first this time!!"
Zhao Wei grabbed the dice in her hand, and now she also felt that the one who rolled first would have good luck.
Feeling anxious in his heart, he followed Fang Jing's previous behavior and silently recited a few lines of Amitabha. In Qi Yi's eyes, five o'clock pointed upward.
Not bad, seems to be lucky, unless Fang Jing comes again at six o'clock this time.
"Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jesus..." After chanting for a long time, Fang Jing threw it out as before, this time at three o'clock.
"call!"
Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhao Wei cursed, and I said, how could such a wonderful thing happen?
Opening his round eyes, Fang Jing was furious. He put his feet on the chair and pointed at the table and said: "Fuck you, why didn't it work this time? Come again, I'll bet 10 million in the last round. If you lose, I'll pay double. You go first."
Throw!”
Zhao Wei, who was still a little hesitant at first, heard Fang Jing say that he would pay double the compensation, so he agreed without any hesitation.
I am lucky, winning six out of eight games. I have a high chance of winning this time, and Fang Jing will pay double. Only a fool would not do such a good thing.
Han Hong grabbed the dice in her hand before she could stop Zhao Wei. Wang Han wanted to say something but didn't.
By now he has finally figured out that Zhao Wei has fallen into a trap.
Although I don’t know how Fang Jing did it, he lost six games in a row probably because of the last ten million.
People who play tricks lose first and then win. The tricks are not new and are old tricks. Whether it is on TV or in reality, it is often seen in casinos.
Wang Han had only heard of this kind of thing before. Now that he was in the game, he finally knew why some gamblers couldn't jump out. The temptation was too great.
Put him in Zhao Wei's position. After winning so many games in a row in the past, he couldn't stop himself in the next two games.
"God bless you, six o'clock will do it again. If it doesn't work, five o'clock will do." Zhao Wei muttered a few words silently in his mind and threw the dice out.
This time, good luck left her. After rolling a few times, a pair of big round eyes seemed to be laughing at her.
His heart fell to the bottom, and he felt cold from the inside out. Zhao Wei's mind went blank, and he suddenly felt regretful in his heart.
At two points, Fang Jing's chance of winning against her is 4 out of 6, and his chance of not losing is 5 out of 6. No matter what, the God of Wealth is not on her side.
"Ahem!!"
Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Jing coughed lightly and said with a smile, "I would like to thank Sister Zhao for the thirteen million on behalf of the children in the mountainous areas."
Thirteen million! This number fell into his mind like a depth charge, and Zhao Wei's head was buzzing.
Although she is worth several billion and has a lot of savings, she is not so generous that she casually loses thirteen million at the gambling table.
After the radio and television rectification and the implementation of salary restrictions, the salary in the industry has dropped significantly. Now one of her movies only costs 20 million.
At present, she can only take on two movies a year at most, and this 13 million is her salary for several months of hard work.
The dice flicked in Fang Jing's hand and rolled on the table with a muffled thud. Zhao Wei's heart was raised in her throat and her eyes were fixed on the dice. She still had a little fantasy in her heart. Fang Jing might be a little bit different.
The dice spun a few times...and five o'clock fell into everyone's eyes.
"Sorry, I won!!"
Seven or eight pairs of eyes in the audience stared at Zhao Wei's livid face, wanting to see what she would do next.
More than ten million is not a small amount, and it was lost in public.
If Zhao Wei wanted to rely on him, he could. She was a senior who had been famous for a long time. She was a first-line star ten years ago. She had a wide network of contacts, was rich and powerful, and could rely on her status to control her position.
Moreover, there is no basis for what he says, and there is no note from both parties. It is illegal to make such a big bet, and there is no need to pay the money even if it goes to court.
Han Hong said: "Old Zhao, Fang Jing is just kidding you, this money..."
"I'll pay for it!" Fang Jing said, trying to make a fuss. "Sister Zhao, if you don't have any money, I'll help you pay for the thirteen million."
He was just afraid that Zhao Wei was cheating, so he blocked the conversation first and offended everyone, so that was no problem.
"No, I can still afford to lose thirteen million, and I'll pay it back to you later!"
"It's not my account, it's the foundation's account!" Fang Jing stood up, patted the crumbs of melon seeds on his trousers, and smiled at Han Hong: "It's a rare time to come here and round up the whole number. Except for Sister Zhao's thousand
Three million, I will pay another seven million."
In such a short time, Fang Jing came up with 20 million, which must be very heroic. He stood up to Zhao Wei and donated all of the 13 million won. Fang Jing is afraid that he will become famous in the industry in the future.
The people present looked at him with admiration, ridicule, and admiration!
"I won't delay your fun, let's go now, see you later!"
Looking at Fang Jing's back, no one spoke, and there was silence. Han Hong felt the most uncomfortable. They were both her friends, and it was not good for her to be in the middle to help anyone.
It is understandable that Zhao Wei wants to win Fang Jing's money, he does not steal or rob, he is fair and aboveboard.
Fang Jingyi, don't donate all the winnings to charity tonight. In the end, she made up 7 million, and she couldn't say that she was wrong at all.
"I'm leaving too. Let's get together next time! I wish your charity will get better and better." Zhao Weiqiang smiled, thought for a while and said: "I donated all the money I won before, and I paid an extra two million.
"
More than 10 million yuan has been spent, and this is not enough!
Fang Jing can spend extra money, but she can't stand it if she doesn't pay a dime.
"Let me see you off!" Seeing Zhao Wei leaving, Huang Xiaoming followed suit. The two were college classmates and had always had a good relationship. He turned to Han Hong and nodded with a smile: "I will also donate an additional three million."
"I'll donate an extra million."
"I'll donate an extra half a million!"
"I will donate an additional 1.2 million!"
…
In twos and threes, the remaining people revealed the amount of their donations.
In the past, the money won from playing mahjong was used for charity only as a joke. Basically, only Huang Xiaoming and the others lost. How much could it be? Just over four million.
With so many people donating more than 4 million yuan, if you tell me, you will be laughed to death.
"What about you, how much extra do you want to donate?" Half an hour later, everyone had left, leaving only Wang Han and Han Hong, who was holding a mahjong piece in his hand and felt uncomfortable.
"Didn't I donate?" Wang Han said with a smile, "I won hundreds of thousands before. I will treat you to dinner later, will you come?"
"Oh! How can I still be in the mood to eat when things are like this?"
"It's their business. Why are you feeling uncomfortable? Just take it easy and go have a meal first. After eating, I will also donate three million."
"Okay, let's go!"
Picking up the dice that Fang Jing had thrown before and putting them in his pocket, Wang Han led Han Hong away. The large venue was deserted, with a table of mahjong in the middle.
He didn't want to do anything with Fang Jing's dice lessons, he just took them as a souvenir. Small bets are fun, but big bets have deep rules. From now on, he won't be able to play mahjong with more than two dice.