Almighty in the city

A hand was discarded and the female croupier continued to deal, this time it was still Zhang Wukui's face.

This Xianling "Pixiu" dropped another bargaining chip with the lowest denomination: "One hundred thousand."

Bai Yifan shrugged: "Follow, you are five million bigger."

"I fold."

...

After the three hands, Bai Yifan's "biding" card was reached.

"Even if my name is only three million, you probably won't be able to follow?" Bai Yifan threw out three chips casually.

At this moment, the entire casino hall was full of boos, and almost all gamblers were booing Wukui.

Zhang Wukui didn't move at all. He put the bright card of the unsuccessful five on the hole card and pushed it to the center of the table: "I fold."

The boos outside the cordon on both sides of the gaming table suddenly became louder.

...

After discarding seven hands in a row, there was only a boo in the entire casino lobby.

Although the gamblers didn't have the courage to mock the casino side openly, they still had the courage to boo a few times together.

However, whether it was Zhang Wukui or President Qi, they all turned a deaf ear to the loud boos.

The female croupier has dealt the eighth hand to the two.

Bai Yifan's card is a 7 of spades, and Zhang Wukui's is a ace of hearts.

"If this hand is discarded, the entire deck of cards will be scrapped." Bai Yifan's face still has a calm smile, and there is no impatient emotion due to Zhang Wukui's continuous discards. Of course, the ridicule in his mouth Naturally, it is inevitable, "Even if a mind has to count cards, now, it will be counted as the end. The cards that can be counted will be counted clearly at this time, and those that can't be counted are definitely not counted. Up.

Zhang Wukui ignored his ridicule, but just as in the previous hands, he threw out a chip with the lowest denomination and faintly yelled, "One hundred thousand."

Bai Yifan spread out his hands at the crowd of boos, and suddenly his boos at Zhang Wukui increased by dozens of decibels.

"It seems that you are going to drag it until the 2 billion chips are all called'Guang'." Bai Yifan has fully understood the intentions of Xunling's side at this time, and now he shrugs his shoulders, or throws out six chips. , "Follow, you are five million bigger."

The expression on Zhang Wukui's face did not change at all. He flipped the Q of Hearts and placed it on the hole card: I fold."

"Call~~~~~~~~"

The gamblers booed another wave of small climaxes. While many people made a "call" sound, their buttocks twisted subconsciously, seeming to be the "call" that has never stopped. , "Yu" came out of urine.

...

On the side of Zhang Wukui and Qingling, according to Grandpa Sun’s instructions, while dragging time with Bai Yifan at the gambling table, the Bentley bulletproof car driven by Sun Tairan, carrying Grandpa Sun and an old man with a half index finger missing from his right hand , Has passed the underpass of the cross-sea bridge.

Go straight ahead and pass three intersections, and you will find the Qingling Hotel.

"Dad, do you want Master Zhang to start gambling a few?" Sun Tairan, who had been listening to the gambling situation on the Mengling side from the Bluetooth wireless headset, finally couldn't help turning his head and looking after sitting at the red light. Grandpa Sun in the car seat glanced at him, "If we fold the card like this, the face of our Sun family will be waned."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud hiss from the stereo in the rear seat again.

Through the LCD screen of the on-board computer, Grandpa Sun and the old man who lacked an index finger on his right hand can clearly see the situation at the Qingling Casino at this time.

Zhang Wukui has discarded 16 hands one after another, and now the female croupier is already removing the third pair of bicycle license plates.

Through the LCD screen of the on-board computer, you can clearly see the expressions on the faces of the onlookers.

After 16 consecutive folds on the side of Mengling, among the thousands of gamblers onlookers, some cynicism has even spread.

Everyone is not a fool, even those tourists who come to the casino to meet the world for the first time know that if it is a normal gambling, there will never be a scene of discarding two decks of cards in one go.

What's more, Zhang Wukui's fold is so straightforward and naked.

Don’t look at the cards at all, and don’t look at the subsequent cards, just fold for the sake of folds. Even if it is his turn to "bid", he will only bid the smallest "100,000" every time, as long as Bai Yifan is "big." , He immediately folds.

If in the first deck of cards, those professional gamblers who also knew how to count cards and draw cards thought Zhang Wukui was counting cards.

Then after the second deck of cards was discarded, no one thought he was playing strategy or psychological warfare.

This is simply using this kind of "folding" to procrastinate, procrastinating nakedly, and without any technical content!

"Lao Jiu, what do you think?" Hearing Sun Tairan's words, Grandpa Sun turned to look at the old man with severed fingers sitting next to him.

This person is Zhang Jiuye, the famous "nine-finger old brave" in Australia City, and the uncle of Zhang Wukui who is delaying time with Bai Yifan at the gambling table.

However, there are many people in Australia who have heard of the name "Nine Fingers Lao Paixiu", but there are only a handful of people who have actually seen this Zhang Jiuye look like.

At this time, when he heard Grandpa Sun speak, Zhang Jiuye's eyelids that had been drooping, he lifted a little, glanced at the LCD screen of the on-board computer, and then shook his head: "Wu Kui gave up the card like this. Even if the old man is changed, he still cannot see the depth of this young man."

"Then let him try a few hands?" Grandpa Sun lifted his eyes and looked forward. Through the windshield, he could already vaguely see the outline of Qingling. "Anyway, in five minutes at most, we will I can get there."

"Well, let him try." Zhang Jiuye didn't say much, but nodded slightly.

Grandpa Sun looked at Sun Tairan.

Sun Tairan, who had been so mad at the boos for a long time, would have to wait for him to speak. After hearing Zhang Jiuye nod his head, he had already ordered Mr. Zhang Wukui to let go and gamble through his Bluetooth headset. .

At this moment, the traffic lights at the crossroads changed from red to green.

Before Sun Tairan stepped on the accelerator, a roar of supercar engine, accompanied by a burgundy phantom, had already whizzed past the black Bentley.

"Fuck!" Sun Tairan cursed suddenly, but when he saw the burgundy car that had gone away, his brows suddenly wrinkled, "Lamborghini, the license plate seems to have an H, is it He Xiaoqi that little girl? Car?"

"It's He's car?" Grandpa Sun's question came from the back seat.

Sun Tairan wasn't sure for a while, so he could only shook his head and said, "The speed is too fast, and I can't guarantee for a while if there is a mistake. Or, catch up and have a look?"

Father Sun naturally knew the temperament of his little son, so he snorted and waved his hand: "Forget it, if I also go to Qingling, I will definitely meet him in a while."

Sun Tairan was frustrated and could only maintain the speed and drove forward at a constant speed.

A few minutes later, the Bentley bulletproof car stopped at the gate of Qingling.

Sun Tairan was about to get out of the car to open the door for Grandpa Sun and Zhang Jiuye. He was unfastening the seat belt, and suddenly followed his gaze: "Hey, isn't this the capital tycoon Tan Zongming in the magic city? I heard that the surname is Bai. The boy, this time is the Australian city accompanied by him."

At the entrance of the hotel, Tan Zongming and Wu Kong had just passed through the revolving door, entered the lobby, and were walking in the direction of the elevator entrance.