Chapter 50 He Sang's Accident
She paused.
Liang Chihui slowly turned around and stared at her intently.
The lights in the corridor were ambiguous colored neon lights, sometimes purple, sometimes pink, casting a shadow on his thick dark brows, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
This atmosphere is mysterious and hard to describe.
"Can you play cards?"
He Sang let out a long breath, his heart almost suffocated by him.
Liang Chihui's reputation is well-deserved. He is a veteran in the love field and a master at controlling the atmosphere. Women with no emotional experience can easily fall into his hands.
As for the group of girls from the drama theater, they couldn't even finish a round with Liang Chihui.
"I can't play cards."
"It's okay." Liang Chihui put his arm around her back, vaguely holding the air without actually touching her, "It's just to make up the numbers."
The overwhelming smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the box made He Sang breathless.
Liang Chihui immediately turned on the exhaust air conditioner and handed her a pack of disinfectant wipes.
"Sorry everyone, I have to take some time off to do something."
"Boss Liang, you used the excuse of going to the restroom to actually get help?"
"An acquaintance." He moved his chair aside very gentlemanly and motioned He Sang to sit down. "The company has an urgent matter. I'm going to have a video conference. She will take over first."
They looked at He Sang and thought he didn't know how to play. "Whose fault is it if we lose? We can't be so hard on women."
"It's mine."
The group laughed, "Mr. Liang is so generous. What acquaintance? It must be his sweetheart!"
He Sang wanted to get up, but Liang Chihui went to the inner room first, so she had to grit her teeth and sort the cards.
They play Big/Small, the entry-level card game. The rules are simple, but money is spent like water. The base bet for a round is one thousand, and the number of cards in the winner's hand is multiplied by one thousand, which could be ten thousand. If you're lucky, it could be one hundred thousand.
Those who don’t have a lot of money will lose everything.
He Sang was concentrating on writing down the cards played by everyone. She didn't notice Liang Chihui coming out of the inner room after the video conference until he moved a chair and sat next to her.
"Did you win?"
"I won more than 10,000."
Liang Chihui laughed, a little teasingly but not offensively, "Then the money seems to be less?"
He Sang lowered his head.
The man opposite knocked on a stack of banknotes beside him, "Ms. He won 10,000 and lost 160,000. Mr. Liang, come and withdraw the money."
They were gloating again.
"Everything has its own strength. Mr. Liang squeezed us out of the market, and all the money went into his hands. At the poker table, Miss He threw up the money in his hands. If we had known that Miss He could subdue him, we would have invited her here a long time ago."
He Sang's ears were congested and red and hot.
Liang Chihui took off his watch, flexed his wrist, and threatened them half-seriously, "You're insulting her, aren't you?"
He took He Sang's cards, shuffled the order, sorted them out again, and played them out quickly. With a twist of his fingertips, one card flew out, and then another flew out, completely opposite to the cards she had thought of.
"You already have two aces, and if you add one to make the biggest one in the field, how are you going to split it up?"
Liang Chihui was a very gentle and refined person, and was happy to teach her something. "An expert at the card table can calculate what cards you have. You have to surprise them, discard the big cards, and keep the middle cards."
He kept three jacks, and when he showed his cards, he really won by a narrow margin.
The men at the same table threw money at her. She put it away and couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Liang's skills are better than his."
"Him? The third one?"
He Sang exposed Liang Jishen's past, saying, "He often loses, especially at mahjong, and he even cheats and pays double."
Liang Chihui asked back, "Do you believe that his skills are poor?"
"I believe it." She was certain. "He's busy with work, and he needs to practice his skills."
Liang Chihui knocked on the edge of the table. The distance between them was too close, even closer than when they were singing in a private room. His breath flowed from the top of her head to her spine, and then spread to her tailbone. He Sang instantly became numb and stiff.
In the next few games, Liang Chihui patiently taught her how to play. Occasionally, when he held the cards and scratched her fingers, He Sang would quickly pull away.
He was frank and acted neither intentionally nor carelessly.
He Sang was embarrassed by his own excessive sensitivity.
Liang Chihui went to the aisle outside to smoke. The driver was carrying a suitcase of money. He leaned against the wall, staring at the slowly dispersing smoke, and said, "Inform Li He that there is a chance to take revenge on Lao San. Ask him if he will do it."
The driver glanced at He Sang inside and said, "Li He is afraid of the Third Young Master, so he probably won't do it."
"He's scared." Liang Chihui smiled mysteriously, "There are those who are not afraid, in A04."
The driver pretended to pass by and went to box No. 4 to inquire, and found that he was indeed a tough guy.
"The Third Brother won't let He Sang go to another province, and he's already stepped in to stop it. To make him willingly release him, we have to add fuel to the fire."
The driver didn't expect that Liang Chihui could kill someone with a borrowed knife so beautifully.
No wonder people outside say that among the three sons of the Liang family, the second son is the most brilliant.
His methods are gray, both good and evil, and contain hidden traps.
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Liang Jishen was working overtime in the Zhonghai office building when he received the news that He Sang had an accident.
Key projects were distributed from above, and state-owned enterprises and provincial enterprises, led by China Overseas Group, were responsible for the expansion of Metro Lines 6 and 7. Among them, Line 7, which passes through the city center, was contracted and constructed by China Overseas.
The general manager is old and will retire next year. Liang Jishen will take the lead in the project. Cheng Xun is concerned about his old illness and has made an appointment with a traditional Chinese medicine nursing home in advance. Once the project is finalized, he will take a rest.
I had planned to finish the work tonight and go to bed early, but He Sang got into trouble.
The car drove into the restaurant garage. Before Cheng Xun turned off the engine, Liang Jishen almost jumped out. His tall and broad body landed on the ground, splashing a lot of dust.
Cheng Xun hurriedly followed, "Mr. Liang, don't worry."
"Go check the surveillance footage and find out who Yan Jing received. I want a detailed list."
"Then you yourself..."
Liang Jishen turned his head to the side, his chest muscles bulging under his shirt, "Go right away!"
Zhou Kun was guarding the door on the second floor at this time, waiting for Liang Jishen.
Since getting engaged, Zhou Kun has been cultivating himself at home. He returned to the fencing field during the Spring Festival, and Da Bolang and his friends were there. Perhaps their old love rekindled. He did not return home for one night, and his future father-in-law almost wanted to cancel the engagement. The Zhou family doubled the betrothal gift, and the matter was finally put to rest.
Lately, he has even been out of sight.
However, he has shares in this restaurant. As soon as something happened to He Sang, he immediately contacted Liang Jishen and sent bodyguards to stop the person in private room A04 in time.
Zhou Kun saw clearly that Liang Jishen was a career-oriented man and was rather ruthless, but He Sang held some weight in his heart.
Liang Jishen walked out of the elevator with a gloomy face. The temperature dropped again after the beginning of spring. It was hot in the car but the weather was cold. A layer of white frost appeared on his coat, and he felt very cold.
The whole person is like an ice cellar.
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