Lu Yuqiang's face turned even uglier after being scolded.
"Bai Ziyu, how dare you insult me, you shameless piece of trash?"
"So what if I curse you? If you keep babbling, I might just beat you up."
As Bai Ziyu spoke, he pressed closer and closer to Lu Yuqiang.
Although Lu Yuqiang's side had three or four people, they were all his lackeys who usually followed him around for food and drink. They dared not come up to help a young master of Bai Ziyu's level.
If Lu Yuqiang and Bai Ziyu were to fight, given their equal status, the matter would likely end without escalating beyond a reasonable point.
But if they dare to make a move, Bai Shaoxiong, the director of the Public Security Bureau, is no pushover; they'll all be in deep trouble.
Therefore, in Bai Ziyu's eyes, the few followers that Lu Yuqiang brought were no different from those he didn't bring at all.
Clearly, Lu Yuqiang was somewhat afraid of Bai Ziyu's fists, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
“We’re all people of status, why are you acting like a bandit? If you have the guts, play a couple of rounds with me. If you lose, you’re a coward.”
Bai Ziyu is the kind of person who can't stand being provoked. Lu Yuqiang's words immediately ignited his competitive spirit.
He snatched the cue stick from his sparring partner and threw it to Lu Yuqiang.
"Come on, what are you afraid of? Tell me, what are we betting on? I don't want a grandson like you."
Seeing that Bai Ziyu dared to gamble, Lu Yuqiang became excited. He knew Bai Ziyu's skills well and that he was no match for him.
"Okay, but you said we should bet big, so how much money do you have on you?"
He was determined to win all the money Bai Ziyu was carrying and humiliate him.
Bai Ziyu patted himself down and took out about seven or eight hundred yuan from his wallet.
In this day and age, carrying this much money when you go out is already quite a lot.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yuqiang scoffed.
"Tch, with so little money, you dare to bring people out to play? Poor bastard."
"you......"
Bai Ziyu Qi Jie.
His family is usually very strict, and this money was what he had borrowed from Feng Wanlin last time.
At this moment, Xiao Weiguo and Feng Wanlin also walked up behind Bai Ziyu, seeing that he had been humiliated.
Xiao Weiguo took out two stacks of hundred-yuan bills from his bag and threw them onto the pool table with a thud.
Last month, the 1980 edition of the 100-yuan banknote began circulating in the market. Xiao Weiguo usually carries a few stacks of them in his bag, just in case. He never expected them to come in handy now.
The 20,000 yuan was tossed onto the table by Xiao Weiguo like two piles of garbage.
Everyone who saw it was stunned.
"Is this enough? If not, there's more."
Xiao Tongwei said it casually.
The surrounding people fell silent instantly. Their eyes were fixed on the two stacks of brand-new hundred-yuan bills on the pool table.
These days, the average wage is just over a hundred. Although those who can come here are all rich kids, it's already a lot for someone like Bai Ziyu to carry a few hundred yuan with him.
It wouldn't be easy for anyone present to come up with 20,000 yuan, especially since the person had said they had more in their bag if it wasn't enough.
"Damn, where did this rich guy come from?" In an instant, even those who were originally unrelated began to look at Xiao Weiguo with intense interest.
Especially the pretty waitresses, who were confident in their looks. Some of them had even started to slowly move towards them.
It took Lu Yuqiang a while to come to his senses, and he stammered a sentence.
"I... I don't have that many on me."
Now, Bai Ziyu was really excited.
He's showing off, isn't he? Where's that attitude from just now? Wasn't he calling me poor?
So what if I'm poor? My brother is rich. He can easily pull out tens of thousands of dollars. Doesn't that make you angry?
"Ha ha ha ha."
Unable to hold back his laughter any longer, Bai Ziyu leaned his head in front of Lu Yuqiang.
"Hey Lu, not so arrogant anymore? Come on, let's see how much money you have. You're always calling people poor bastards."
"you......"
Lu Yuqiang was so angry that his voice changed.
"Damn, what kind of skill is it to rely on others for money?"
Bai Ziyu nonchalantly swung his arm.
"Hey, yeah, someone paid for me. Aren't you angry? Didn't you bring people with you too? Why don't you let them pay for you too? I don't mind."
His smug look definitely angered Lu Yuqiang.
"Give me all the money you have on you."
Lu Yuqiang roared and vented his anger on his underlings.
Those men didn't dare to be negligent and each emptied their pockets of all their money.
Unfortunately, they didn't have Xiao Weiguo's wealth; they were just a few petty thugs who hung around Lu Yuqiang, and it was considered a lot if they could come up with a hundred yuan.
Lu Yuqiang took out his wallet. This guy really had a lot of money with him, about two thousand yuan. He counted it and found that it totaled less than 2,300 yuan.
This is really awkward. I only have a little over a tenth of their money. Why should I gamble against them? I don't even have a chance to sit at the table.
At this moment, he hated Xiao Weiguo to the core.
On their first meeting, Xiao Weiguo was intimate with Feng Wanlin right in front of him, which almost made him lose his temper on the spot.
This second meeting made him look bad in front of Feng Wanlin and his nemesis Bai Ziyu.
How could Lu Yuqiang not hate him?
Bai Ziyu didn't care what he thought, and grinned maliciously.
"You dare to show off with so little money? Get lost, you poor bastard."
He emphasized the last two words, returning all the insults Lu Yuqiang had just hurled at him.
After saying that, she gave him a push, turned around, put her arm around Xiao Weiguo's shoulder, collected the money on the table, and handed it to Xiao Weiguo.
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