Chapter 308 【308】Isn’t It Just Money? The Thing I Lack the Least Is Money

"Boss Zhang, please help me shuffle the cards."

Fan Ziqiu opened a new deck of cards and handed it to Zhang Fuchun who was standing next to him.

Zhang Fuchun couldn't refuse, so he had to step forward to help shuffle the cards.

Because he was too nervous, he shuffled the cards several times in the middle.

Fortunately, he finally shuffled the cards.

"Let's give it to Mr. Tang first." Fan Ziqiu was very gentlemanly and gestured to Tang Feng.

"Wait a minute, I want to hold the cards." Tang Feng suddenly stopped Zhang Fuchun and made a request.

Zhang Fuchun had to turn around and ask Fan Ziqiu for his opinion.

"Okay." Fan Ziqiu thought there was no problem, so he nodded.

Zhang Fuchun held the cards in his hand and handed them to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng seemed to pick up a stack of cards casually, and then threw them to a corner of the table, and then raised his hand to signal, "Okay."

Zhang Fuchun continued to deal the cards, and after dealing them, he stepped aside.

"Mr. Tang, you speak first." Fan Ziqiu leaned back in his chair leisurely, stroking the ring on his finger.

Tang Feng did not look at the cards, and directly shouted, "Hidden card, one million."

Everyone present looked at each other, and couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

Without even looking at the cards, he directly bet one million.

It's really too arrogant.

The pressure was instantly given to Fan Ziqiu.

Although he seemed to be very relaxed on the surface, he was actually under great pressure in his heart.

However, he knew very well that playing poker often tests the mentality more.

Some people with a bad mentality obviously hold big cards in their hands, but they dare not follow, and can only miss the opportunity in vain.

And some people have small cards in their hands, but because of their courage, they often have the last laugh.

Now, it depends on whose mentality can be stable.

"I also have a hidden card, one million."

Fan Ziqiu also did not look at the cards, and his tone was very relaxed.

Tang Feng looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure you don't want to look at the cards? What if it's a bad hand?"

Fan Ziqiu spread his hands, "The bold ones will die of overeating, and the timid ones will die of starvation. If you don't dare to follow, you can fold."

"Don't dare to follow? Hahaha," Tang Feng waved his hand as if he heard a joke, "I'll follow another million."

"Hiss..."

Everyone took a breath again.

Why does it feel that one million seems so insignificant in their mouths?

It's like shouting a hundred yuan.

Fan Ziqiu finally lost his composure.

He thought he could scare Tang Feng and force him to look at the cards.

As soon as he looked at the cards, he was immediately passive.

It would be okay if the cards were bigger, but if the cards were smaller, he would have to admit defeat.

But he didn't expect that Tang Feng was so bold and dared to continue to follow the second round.

"Do you have so much money?" He didn't follow the bet immediately, but expressed his doubts to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng just smiled faintly and took out the car key from his pocket. "My Ferrari F8 has a market value of more than 5 million. I just drove it for a few days. Let's calculate it as 4 million. It should be enough to pay off the debt, right?"

When everyone saw the car key, their eyes lit up again.

This guy wears a 9 million watch and drives a 5 million sports car. This adds up to 14 million. What kind of family conditions does this have?

Fan Ziqiu glanced at the car key and couldn't help frowning.

His own savings are only more than 4 million, which he can't afford to waste.

After hesitating again and again, he finally chose to look at the cards.

The first card is the 6 of hearts.

He continued to twist the second card, his movements were very slow and very ritualistic.

The second card was the 7 of hearts.

He suddenly felt a little dry in his throat and wanted to drink water.

But in the end he held back and continued to twist the third card.

At first, a little red was revealed.

He was suddenly very nervous and his hands were shaking a little.

He kept repeating in his heart, "8 of Hearts, 8 of Hearts..."

Perhaps his piety moved the heavens, and when the third card was turned, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Because the third card was the 8 of Hearts that he had been thinking about.

The three cards were 6 of Hearts, 7 of Hearts and 8 of Hearts, a straight flush.

In such a million-dollar gambling game, it is conceivable how exciting it is to get a straight flush.

Fortunately, he was deep enough, although he was very excited in his heart, but he did not show it on his face.

From the outside, he still had no expression on his face, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Slowly putting the cards on the table, he tapped his fingers on the table a few times, as if he was struggling whether to follow.

"Mr. Fan, if the cards are not good, just admit defeat. Anyway, it's only a loss of one million, which is not a big deal." Tang Feng couldn't help but joked at this time.

His complacent expression seemed so ridiculous to Fan Ziqiu.

I'll let you show off for a while, and then I'll see how you cry.

He sneered in his heart, and then said calmly, "I've already made my cards clear. If you want to follow, you have to follow with two million, right?"

Tang Feng nodded, "That's right."

Fan Ziqiu hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll bet another two million."

When he said this, everyone felt their hair stand on end.

In their impression, Fan Ziqiu has always been very rational, but they didn't expect him to be so impulsive.

This is already three million, if he loses, it will be really hard to cry.

Tang Feng clenched his fists, breathing a little hurriedly, "You have already seen the cards, and you dare to bet two million, which means that your cards are good?"

Fan Ziqiu showed a teasing smile on his face, "Guess."

Tang Feng rubbed his forehead, looking painful and tangled.

"If you don't dare to bet, just fold." Seeing him so tangled, Fan Ziqiu laughed and teased.

Tang Feng seemed to be irritated by him, "What do you mean you don't dare to bet? Isn't it just money? The last thing I lack is money. I will continue to bet, one million."

Fan Ziqiu didn't expect that he would dare to bet at this time, he was simply courting death.

But he began to hesitate at this time.

He only had more than 4 million in savings. After deducting the 3 million he invested earlier, he only had 1 million left, which was not enough to continue investing.

But he had a large amount of funds laundered by his boss Qin Lishen.

Should he temporarily embezzle part of it and make up for it when he won money?

He was a little entangled for a while.