"Yes, 3,002, I'm wrong." Lian Fang was in a good mood after winning the money. He stood up and laughed, "But you are such a big fortune, it's nothing to lose. Of course, you have to win back again, right?"

The man in the shirt grabbed the towel from the girl next to him and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Of course I have to come! Shrink!"

Zhang Fengyi, who was opposite, shook his head in his heart.

A typical impulseless type, playing cards is also the most conservative way to play. Want to beat him? Let’s talk about it in another hundred years!

Half an hour later.

The man in the shirt suddenly threw the card on the table, stared at Lian Fang and said angrily: "You must be a fraud!"

In the three aspects, Lian Fang's bargaining chips have changed from the least to the most, and the men in the shirt have the least to the least.

The gentle man next to him gently held his glasses, and his forehead was sweating faintly, but he didn't say anything.

Lian Fang sneered: "If you can't afford to lose, just say it, it's embarrassing!"

The man in the shirt slapped the table: "If you don't pay a thousand, can you win every game?!"

Lian Fang looked calm: "I got the cards?"

The man in the shirt was speechless.

Indeed, the other party rarely gets big cards or good cards.

Lian Fang said again: "I am the only one who wins the money?"

The man in the shirt subconsciously glanced at the gentle man next to him, but he couldn't answer the words.

After these ten rounds, he almost lost all the chips in his hand, but they were not won by Lian Fang alone. The gentle man next to him also made a lot of money. From this perspective, it is really impossible to say that Lian Fang cheated.

Lian Fang said bluntly: "Did I do the shuffle and deal with the cards?"

There is no problem for men in shirts to be able to pick them up.

Indeed, no matter who wants to cheat, he must be in contact with the card. However, it is not Lian Fang who reshuffles and deals the cards. It is really too difficult to say that she is cheating.

Lian Fang's words forced the other party to be speechless, and he became proud: "I thought I was so rich, but if I lost 70,000 or 80,000, I became this kind of virtue. I thought that I lost 100,000 or 100,000, and I was not as unbearable as you!"

Zhang Fengyi behind her almost burst into laughter.

She lost 200,000, but she was indeed a "100,000,000" loss. One in front and one in the back, two in the last, wouldn't it be 200,000?

The man in the shirt had sweat beads on his forehead, his face turned blue and red. He suddenly took out a stack of red bills and stuffed them into his female companion’s hands: “Give me another 100,000 yuan!”

The girl laughed and said, "Boss Hong is generous!" She immediately stood up without hesitation and walked out of the chess and card hall.

The man in the shirt wiped his sweat with a towel: "Come again!"

The gentle man next to him stood up: "I want to change the table."

The man in the shirt suddenly looked up and stared at him: "If you win, you want to run away?"

The gentleman smiled bitterly and said, "No, I'm just changing the table. If you want to, you can change it with me..."

The man in the shirt said inexplicably: "What nonsense are you talking about? I still have to win and lose, so I don't allow it to be replaced!"

The gentle man whispered humbly: "I'll give you the one who won you..."

"I'm a grass!" The man in the shirt was even more furious and swearing frequently, "I'm sorry, right? You dare to say it again, I'll ruin you!"

The gentle man was startled and had no choice but to shut up and sit down.

Lian Fang next to her was a little confused and turned to look at Zhang Fengyi.

Zhang Fengyi whispered quietly: "It's okay, continue." But he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This gentle man thinks he wants to avoid him, but why is this?

Did he see through that he deliberately wins the man in the shirt?

But as long as you are a normal person, even if you see through it, you should be happy. Why do you want to avoid it so much?

In a blink of an eye, the card game started again, and the female companion in the shirt changed the chips. He was even more energetic. He would catch every landlord and shoot out every blow. As a result, more than ten games passed, and only 100,000 chips were left.

The shirt man is on the verge of outbreak, but now he is more staring at the gentle man - at least two-thirds of the chips he lost to this guy!

Although the gentle man kept winning, he was frowning. He wanted to leave several times, but was forcibly stopped by the man in the shirt.

Zhang Fengyi next to him smiled in his heart.

The more games he had fought, the more he knew the gentle man’s intention. When he reached the back, the latter played cards many times and wanted to lose the chips. Obviously, he did not want to continue winning and became the target of hatred for the man in the shirt.

But the more he wanted to lose, the more Zhang Fengyi deliberately let him win. The latter's card skills are quite good, but compared with Zhang Fengyi, how can he lose?

If it were an ordinary stranger, Zhang Fengyi would not make things difficult for him so much, but the latter's desperate attempt to keep a low profile made the former feel curious and couldn't help but want to see how much he could tolerate it.

As long as Lian Fang could win, she played cards according to Zhang Fengyi's instructions, and did not notice the latter's tricks toward the gentleman.

In a blink of an eye, the chips in front of her had increased from the initial five thousand to about sixty thousand. She had a bright smile and a good mood. She also deliberately talked from time to time to tease the man in the shirt opposite.

However, the bargaining chips in front of the gentleman were even more amazing. At first, it looked like ten thousand, but later it had won more than one hundred thousand. On the surface, it seemed that the shirt man and Lian Fang had lost a lot to him, but the latter's bargaining chips basically won from the shirt man, so it was equivalent to him winning all of them from the shirt man, and it would be strange if the latter didn't glar at him.

When less than 10,000 chips were left, the man in the shirt turned red and suddenly pushed all his bets out: "It's all in!"

Several people were stunned.

The dealer next to him couldn't help but remind him: "Mr. Hong, this is not a big gambling, nor is it a stud, you..."

The man in the shirt said angrily: "I just want to decide the winner and lose in one game, can't you?"

"This..." The dealer saw that he had lost his eyes and did not dare to push him straight, looking at the others.

"Okay." Lian Fang said cheerfully, "It's not easy to lose? I'll send you away in one hand!"

Zhang Fengyi wanted to stop him later, but after a change of thought, he didn't speak.

The gentle man dared not stop him and said with a worrying brow: "I...I have no problem..."

The dealer cleared his eyebrows slightly and nodded, "Then I won't count the numbers."

After a while, the card was delivered and the man in the shirt showed joy.

The cards in his hand are quite good, and he is expected to win!

This game was Lian Fang's landlord, but she frowned and thin eyebrows.

This bad hand!

Zhang Fengyi whispered quietly: "It doesn't matter if you lose a game." This card is scattered and small. Unless the other two are released or their brains are rusted, it is impossible to win the card.

Lian Fang knew that he would not remind him anymore and played the cards casually.

A minute later, the man in the shirt threw the last card with a smile: "Win!"

The two sides gave him the chip count, and the dealer shuffled and cut the cards again. Just as the card was about to be dealt, the man in the shirt suddenly said: "There is luck to push all, but I'll still push all!"

The dealer looked at both sides, saw that no one objected, and nodded, "Then I will still not count the numbers."

It was the turn of Sven's male landlord in this game. Two minutes later, Lian Fang proudly threw the last card on the table: "Win!"

The gentle man smiled bitterly and said, "The beauty is super skilled, I lost."

The man in the shirt smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. After losing for so long, he won almost a quarter of his chips in two games. As expected, he could not stop his luck!

But behind Lian Fang, Zhang Fengyi frowned slightly and stared at the gentle man.

In this game just now, he calculated the cards. He originally wanted to win the whole game of Sven and get out of the shirt. But in the end, he unknowingly exposed the cards in Lian Fang's hand!

Is it a coincidence?

"Come again!" cried the shirt man, "All in!"

The gentle man was still frowning and looked like he was afraid to refuse.

Lian Fang was also gambled and said happily: "Okay!"

The cards were soon played again, and this time I lost to Lian Fang's landlord. The cards were neither good nor bad, and they were the kind of mixed skills and luck.

Zhang Fengyi whispered: "This game is lost."

Lian Fang looked back at him in shock: "Why?"

Zhang Fengyi said lightly: "Just do as you do."

Lian Fang had no choice but to turn her head and start playing according to Zhang Fengyi's instructions.

In the blink of an eye, half of the cards were playing, Lian Fang was getting smoother and smoother, but Zhang Fengyi's brows were getting more and more frowning.

The man in the shirt opposite had already played a lot of cards under his intentional handicap. It seemed that he could win, but for some reason, he felt inappropriate.

At this moment, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth that was flashing by a gentleman, and he was shocked immediately.
Chapter completed!