Xiao Weiguo suggested replacing Lu Yuqiang midway through the game, which immediately displeased Lu Yuqiang.
Judging from Bai Ziyu's performance, the 20,000 yuan should be his after this game.
At this point, how could he allow any unforeseen events to occur? What if Xiao Weiguo played exceptionally well? Wouldn't he be at a huge disadvantage?
"Get out of my way. What's it to you? I bet with Young Master Bai, not with you."
He already disliked Xiao Weiguo, so he spoke very rudely.
Xiao Weiguo didn't argue with him. He beckoned to Feng Wanlin, who then picked up his purse from the sofa.
Xiao Weiguo stared at Lu Yuqiang, unzipped Pipi's bag, spread his hands out, and turned the bag upside down.
With a "thud," three more stacks of hundred-yuan bills fell onto the pool table.
"If you win just one of the next three games, all of these are yours."
Xiao Weiguo picked up 30,000 yuan and threw it in front of Lu Yuqiang, his expression indifferent as if he were throwing three piles of paper.
The onlookers gasped in surprise.
It's not uncommon for people to gamble here, but usually it's just a small bet, maybe a hundred or two dollars at most.
Who has ever seen five thick stacks of hundred-yuan bills just thrown on the table like pieces of paper, treated as chips?
Where did this young man, who isn't very old, come from to be a nouveau riche?
Xiao Weiguo's move made Lu Yuqiang's mood complicated.
Is it better to steadily earn that 20,000 yuan, or to make a quick profit and earn an extra 30,000 yuan?
Human nature is greedy; with so much money in front of them, anyone would be tempted.
Seeing his hesitation, Xiao Weiguo continued.
"Are you afraid of me? How about I let you break every round and give you two shots every round? How does that feel?"
"Brother, no..."
Bai Ziyu became anxious upon hearing this.
He now knew Lu Yuqiang's skills were far superior to his own. Under these circumstances, even if Xiao Weiguo had played before, how much better could he be than him?
Besides, giving the ball back to the opponent and letting them have two shots is practically suicide.
Even if you're rich, you can't be this wasteful.
Even Feng Wanlin, upon hearing his words, nervously tugged at his sleeve, wanting to stop Xiao Weiguo's foolish behavior.
Xiao Weiguo waved his hand dismissively.
"This little bit of money is nothing, it's no big deal. I just want to have a go with this Brother Lu. What? Brother Lu, are you afraid?"
In fact, Xiao Weiguo had already carefully observed Lu Yuqiang's skills and was very certain that even if he performed exceptionally well, he would not be able to clear the table in two shots.
Once you get possession of the ball, there's nothing more for him to do; you can just play him to death.
Having heard Xiao Weiguo's words, Lu Yuqiang finally stopped hesitating.
If I win one game out of three, and even get a two-point advantage at the start, what could possibly go wrong? If I still lose, then it's just unbelievable.
He would never believe that anyone could surpass him so much in skill when billiards was still relatively new.
"Fine, I'll take your bet. Let's see how you cry later, you show-off."
His words immediately excited the onlookers even more.
Next, they will witness the biggest gamble since the club's inception. Although the club has only been established for a short time.
Xiao Weiguo finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had agreed.
If this kid isn't really greedy, but just fixated on that 20,000 yuan and won't let me pay him back, then there's really nothing I can do about it.
Unfortunately, that's human nature; given enough temptation, almost no one can resist.
This included Xiao Weiguo, who was also gambling, because what tempted him was that fan.
He took the cue stick from Bai Ziyu's hand, patted his arm to reassure him, and then walked to the side, quietly waiting for Lu Yuqiang to tee off.
The waiter used a tripod to set up the balls, and the atmosphere on the scene began to become serious.
After all, the stakes in this bet are too high.
Lu Yuqiang held the white ball, gave Xiao Weiguo a cold look, and then walked towards the teeing ground.
It's impossible for him not to be nervous; his hands were even trembling slightly as he placed the white balls.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Crouch down, find the right angle, and hit the ball.
The white ball rolled out rapidly, breaking up the pile of balls.
Unfortunately, his luck wasn't good this time. A dozen or so balls rolled around the table, colliding and making popping sounds, but not a single one went into the pocket.
But it doesn't matter, he still has two more possessions.
This is the biggest advantage Xiao Weiguo has given him. Next, he can choose any suit with a good position and avoid those dead balls in tricky positions.
Lu Yuqiang observed for a moment and decided to choose the flower ball, because the flower ball has two balls that are close to the goal and are the kind of balls that are difficult to hit.
First shot, hit; second shot, hit.
The two balls near the goal went into the pocket smoothly.
On his third shot, he was lucky and managed to pocket a ball that wasn't in a great position.
Lu Yuqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief; now, he had at least a three-ball advantage.
As long as we maintain our performance, victory shouldn't be too difficult.
Just one game, and he can get that 50,000 yuan.
Despite being a young master, 50,000 yuan is still a considerable sum for him.
Didn't you see that Bai Ziyu even had to borrow a thousand yuan from Feng Wanlin? Everyone's lives are pretty much the same, so even if he's better off, it won't be by much.
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