Zhuang Li chatted with 7480 while shuffling his cards: "No need to go through the formalities, just observe a moment of silence."
"Okay, okay!" 7480 clasped his chubby little hands together and observed a few seconds of silence.
The clattering of mahjong tiles was mixed with Zhuang Li's chuckle. "You're not allowed to leave the table until five o'clock tomorrow morning. If you really want to leave, there's nothing I can do."
"What do you want?" Duke glanced at him contemptuously.
"Let's make a written agreement. Everyone in the room should sign and seal it." Zhuang Li stretched out his slender index finger and drew a circle around everyone.
Tang Tuan silently gripped his childhood friend's wrist, his face filled with suppressed anger. "Has Zhuang Li gone mad? He even signed a document? Isn't he afraid that Duke will take this document to the Zhuang family to demand payment? He won't stop until Su Ming is dead, right?"
Zhuang Shimiao said hesitantly, "Xiao Li, forget it. Let's just play casually and leave the table whenever we want. Don't be so angry."
He knew that his words would make these two rebellious donkeys more determined to continue their bet.
As expected, Zhuang Li said calmly, "You don't dare anymore, do you?"
Duke extinguished his cigarette and said firmly, "Stand! Bring me a pen and paper! Whoever doesn't keep their promise will be kicked out of this world!"
When they heard that there was money to be shared, the others started to laugh and make noises.
Sun Baixi's face turned pale, and he stared at Su Ming with one word written all over his face: You better persuade Zhuang Li!
Su Ming sat quietly beside Zhuang Li, not saying a word of persuasion. He was a henpecked man, so he didn't dare to say such a thing.
Tangtuan poked him in the back repeatedly, but he managed to pretend he didn't notice anything.
Tang Tuan was anxious and sent a text message: [That's your resettlement allowance, brother!]
Su Ming replied: [I have to support my wife.]
Tang Tuan stamped his feet anxiously: [He can use his own money to save face! He has much more money than you!]
He'd just been recognized as the banker, how much money could he possibly have? If he were to gamble tens of millions in one go, his grandfather would surely scold him.
Tangtuan: “…” Oh shit! There’s no hope!
[So, you feel bad when his grandfather scolds him. You don't feel bad when your livelihood is gone? Wake up! I really want to jump up and slap you a few times, and then slap Zhuang Li a few more times!]
[You can slap me, but you can't slap Zhuang Li.]
Tangtuan: "..." So angry! Never mind!
During their back-and-forth private conversation, Duke wrote out the agreement and asked everyone in the room to sign it.
The girls who were brought to the party were so excited that their palms were sweaty. They secretly prayed that one of the four rich boys could not afford to gamble and left the table early, so that they could share a large amount of money.
The agreement went around the house and was eventually placed in a safe.
The gambling has just begun.
Tang Tuan stared at Zhuang Li's cards, his heart tightening. He had just done some calculations and realized that his childhood friend's 50 million might not last him more than a few rounds.
Su Ming gently stroked Zhuang Li's back from top to bottom, suggesting that he not to be nervous.
How could Zhuang Li possibly be nervous? He could memorize the position of every card that had been turned over at a glance, and after the first round, he could remember the placement of all the cards by heart.
Others play mahjong by calculating as they play, but he plays mahjong by turning over all the cards and letting them form combinations as he pleases.
He knew exactly what cards the other three people had drawn, what cards they would play, what cards they needed, and what cards they were waiting for.
So he drew a card on the first round, drew a card on the second round, and drew a card on the third round...
He kept winning, winning big, winning after winning...
All the same color, three of a kind, four of a kind, two dragons, there is no hand he can't make...
The fingers of the person helping calculate the bets were shaking as they pressed the calculator. Zhuang Li was winning by the dozens. At this rate, the other three would be bankrupt before five o'clock tomorrow morning.
Zhuang Shimiao's face turned pale. Zhuang Hong was very strict with him and rarely gave him pocket money. After twenty-two years, his total savings was only 70 million, and this 70 million was his retreat plan. He couldn't afford to lose!
Duke was furious after losing, but he became more and more excited as the game went on. He didn't believe he couldn't turn the tables in the second half of the night.
His henchmen's hearts trembled with fear, their eyes watery, as if they would burst into tears if they blinked. Who said Zhuang Li was a country bumpkin and easy to deal with? Fuck him!
Tangtuan looked at Zhuang Li, who had a comfortable smile on his face, and then looked at his childhood friend who was holding a bamboo basket full of chips. His heart beat faster and faster.
He discovered an incredible secret! Zhuang Li knows how to remember the cards!
He started with a single Nine Cakes. Most people would have discarded the Nine Cakes, but he didn't. He split the Five and Six, keeping the Nine Cakes. Then, in his next move, he immediately grabbed a Nine Cakes, making a pair!
Whatever he plays is a waste card, and whatever he keeps is a good card. After a few hands of cards, he can win with seven pairs!
Zhuang Li definitely knows how to count cards! He knows exactly what cards he can get!
So, he dared to gamble with his childhood friend's resettlement money because he knew he would win?
Tang Tuan kept stealing glances at Zhuang Li, and suddenly a wave of admiration welled up in his heart. This guy's brain was incredibly sharp!
Many people stood behind Zhuang Li and watched him draw the cards, and gradually realized something.
Sun Baixi stared at Zhuang Li's back without blinking, his heart churning with unbearable pain. Just when he thought he knew Zhuang Li well enough, he would reveal a side that surprised him. If they had spent more time together, if they hadn't set up that damned scheme, perhaps everything would have been different.
Sun Baixi took two steps back and leaned against the glass case dejectedly. He regretted it, and it was growing more regretful every day.
Qiu Shao squeezed in behind Zhuang Li and watched him play cards, feeling quite scared. Fortunately, he knew that Zhuang Li was a madman and was not to be trifled with, so he did not join the table.
After this round, Su Ming's basket for chips was no longer able to hold any more.
Duke grabbed a handful of mahjong tiles and slammed them on the table, sputtering, "You can remember the cards!"
"What? You can't remember the cards?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows.
Duke stood up, pressing his hands against the tabletop, panting heavily. "Our card counting is different from yours! You can remember the placement of over a hundred cards! You're cheating!"
"OK, I won't touch the cards on the table. After the round, I'll turn my back and let you guys sort the cards. Is that okay?" Zhuang Li really turned his back and didn't look at the card table.
Since he was already like this, Duke could only swallow his anger and find a few girls to knock down all the cards, shuffle them, and put them in neat stacks.
The gambling continues, but Zhuang Li is still winning.
Duke tried every possible means to prevent him from cheating, but was unable to curb his powerful computing ability.
Zhuang Shimiao had lost everything, and at the same time he clearly realized that his grandfather's decision to hand over the company to Zhuang Li was not because he had Alzheimer's disease, nor was it a test or attempt, but was a well-considered decision.
Zhuang Li is a genius.
Just from today's card game, one could see his astonishing memory and calculation skills. Furthermore, he was also very calculating, having calculated the three people at the card table from the very beginning. He lured them into his trap step by step, and then cut off their escape routes.
His mind, character, and methods are exactly the same as Grandpa's. No wonder Grandpa likes him so much after just a few months!
This was Zhuang Shimiao's first experience with the power of bloodline. The Zhuang family's genes were truly exceptional! If Zhuang Li received systematic training, he would soon be able to shoulder the banner of Hongtu.
Zhuang Shimiao was terrified. A deep sense of fear and powerlessness weighed on him, making him breathless. He understood that his genetic disadvantage was a flaw he could never overcome.
Why am I a member of the Chen family? Why can't the Chen family's genes be better?
He clenched the cards in his hand, his mind completely confused.
Once he was confused, Zhuang Li fought more smoothly.
Duke's henchman couldn't hold on any longer. If he continued to lose, he might not even be able to afford a boat ticket in seven days. He glanced at Duke several times, but the man's almost crazy gaze forced him to retreat from the pleas for mercy that were about to come out.
The gambling game continued, one round, two rounds, three rounds. Zhuang Li did not win every time. There were times when others won by themselves or when no one won, but he never conceded.
At around 3:00 a.m., Zhuang Li won 88 points in one hand. Duke's brother finally broke down, pushed the cards in front of him, and shouted, "I'm done! I don't have a penny left in my card. You can share it if you want! Here, here!"
He took out his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out all his bank cards, and threw them all over the place one by one.
Everyone moved away and looked at him with pity.
Zhuang Li raised his chin towards Tang Tuan and said, "Pick up the card and pay the bet."
Tangtuan obediently went to pick up the card, completely unaware that he had become Zhuang Li's lackey.
Su Ming placed the POS machine that the waiter had brought over early in the morning on the table, and then began to count the chips one by one.
Although Duke was slapped in the face by his younger brother, he was actually relieved. He had lost all his money long ago, but fortunately, everyone paid in chips, not cash, so he could still refuse to pay.
He is used to being arrogant and domineering. If he gets into trouble outside, there will naturally be people to help him deal with it. What is he afraid of?
"I'm giving you a chance, right? You cheated at cards and you dare to ask me for the money?" Duke picked up the POS machine and smashed it against the wall, sneering, "Let me tell you, even if Old Man Zhuang comes, he won't dare to challenge me! My uncle can invest money in you, but he can also take the funds back. If you don't want to go bankrupt, then just keep your tail between your legs! City C is not your country, understand?"
With a loud bang, the machine broke down and broken parts flew all over the room, scaring the girls into screaming.
Just as he was about to take out his bank card, Zhuang Shimiao silently loosened his grip on his wallet. He realized he still had an advantage: his connections. Duke would be a very useful weapon. He had greater power than Sun Baixi.
Duke's henchmen were amused and quickly tried to snatch the bank card from Tangtuan's hand.
Tang Tuan's cheeks flushed with anger, but he dared not speak. He knew that Duke had a very strong background.
Su Ming stood up, slowly rolled up his sleeves, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to eat someone. He had beaten Duke, and if the Du family wanted to cause trouble, they would go to his eldest brother. He was not afraid.
Duke also stood up and pointed at the tip of Su Ming's nose, arrogantly provoking: "You dare to hit me and try!"
Everyone was terrified. They hid and shrank back, not daring to get involved.
Qiu Shao secretly shouted in his heart: Tell the parents! Let Zhuang Li also have a taste of being beaten up by the parents!
Sun Baixi was eager for Su Ming and Duke to fight, but he was worried that Zhuang Li would get into trouble as well. So he pulled Su Ming aside and warned him in a deep voice, "Calm down. If you get him hurt, Zhuang Li will be in trouble too."
Su Ming's long legs froze in place after he took a step forward.
Tangtuan was filled with humiliation, but he had to stand in front of his childhood friend.
So in this circle, no matter how smart, capable, or calculating you are, if your family background is not as good as others, you have to bow down.
Zhuang Shimiao lowered his head and smiled sarcastically. He had almost been distracted by Zhuang Li's genius, but luckily Duke had taught him this lesson through real life. He certainly couldn't match Zhuang Li's talent or family background, but he naturally had people around him who would fight for him.
Zhuang Li seemed to have given up. He was now fiddling with his phone with his head down, not saying a word.
A few seconds later, he turned on the speakerphone of his phone and placed it flat on the table. The beeping sound attracted everyone's attention.
Duke laughed even more contemptuously: "What? Are you going to complain to Old Man Zhuang? Would I be afraid of him? Why don't you ask who my uncle is..."
The next moment, the phone was connected, and Du Zhenzi's respectful voice came from the receiver: "Mr. Zhuang, you are calling me so late. Do you have any instructions?"
Duke: “…Uncle, uncle!”
7480: "I waited all night just for this grandson to kneel down before his master."
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