"Little brother, are you aiming for a flush?"
Zhao Heng leaned forward slowly, a confident smile on his face: "In Wenzhou, we have a rule that if you have a straight flush, you can add extra money. Young man, how about adding some stakes?"
"sure."
Zhang Cheng took out all the remaining money from his pocket and slammed it onto the center of the table.
"I'm all in."
Haha! Hahahaha!
Zhao Heng could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over.
He had thought the other party was a hidden master, but it turned out to be a clueless and arrogant fool!
The hand is indeed a straight flush, but the crucial King of Clubs is lying in your hole cards!
"Young man, you've got some nerve, daring to steal my chicken!" Zhao Heng laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. "Didn't your family teach you that I, Zhao Heng, am a renowned chicken-catching expert?!"
He laughed wildly and suddenly revealed his trump card!
It was a King of Clubs!
Three Kings with two pairs of Nines, a Full House! A sure win!
A greedy and excited smile spread across Zhao Heng's face as he reached out his hands to grab the mountain of money piled on the table.
"etc."
Zhang Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over Zhao Heng's head.
"What? Young man, can't accept defeat?" Zhao Heng paused, then sneered.
"I haven't chosen a card yet."
"What are you flipping? At best, you have a flush, but I have a full house! Is there any point in you flipping your cards?"
"Too bad, I don't have a flush."
Zhang Cheng held his trump card and casually flipped it over.
8 of Hearts.
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. What did this mean? Was it a joke?
"Hey bro, you're here to throw money away, aren't you? You're just a college student from A University..." Zhao Heng's lips twitched as he reached for the money again.
A hand, swift as lightning, suddenly pressed down on his wrist.
It's Zhang Cheng.
He still had a smile on his face, but that smile no longer held any warmth.
"I just went all in."
"But you didn't call the card."
Zhao Heng was taken aback: "Why didn't I follow suit?"
"You called?" Zhang Cheng's smile became even more amused. "Then where's your money? You're in a hurry to show your cards before the money's even on the table. In our local custom, that's called folding."
"Isn't this the custom in Wenzhou?"
Zhao Heng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "You're fucking being unreasonable! I have a full house with three Kings, a perfect hand, how could I not call!"
“If you play a card, you have to put money in. If you don’t put money in the table, you have to reveal your hand, which means you fold.” Zhang Cheng’s voice wasn’t loud, but every word was clear. “Rules are rules.”
That statement actually makes sense.
"Bullshit! Would I, with my full house, fold?" Zhao Heng roared in anger and stood up abruptly.
"So," Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and slowly released his grip, "you're not going to play by the rules?"
"Young man, how about this?" Sun Xiaojin immediately stepped in to smooth things over, saying with a smile, "In this hand, Zhao Heng really couldn't fold, but he was too impatient and lost before he could even keep up with the money. I'll make the decision, I'll refund you five hundred yuan, and we'll call it even, how about that?"
"Oh?" Zhang Cheng's gaze swept over the crowd. "Did you all plan this together to bully an outsider like me?"
"Young man, you can't say that, we..."
Ouyang Tian's words came to an abrupt end.
He saw Zhang Cheng reach his other hand into his waistband, and when he pulled it out, he had a dark, heavy pistol in his hand.
The gun barrels were pointed at them with a half-smile.
"Go on," Zhang Cheng said softly.
"Cough...cough cough...young brother, let's talk this out. It's just a game of cards, there's no need for this!"
"Friend, this hand is a draw, how about a draw?"
"Boss! Boss! Don't get angry, don't get angry!"
Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.
Zhang Jianhao, Zhang Duoshu, and Li Panfu walked in with smiles on their faces and closed the door behind them.
The already small private room instantly became incredibly crowded.
Sun Xiaojin's lips twitched violently, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I've run into a double-cross."
No, how can playing cards be considered a losing proposition?
Zhang Duoshu strode forward, grabbed Zhao Heng's hair, and yanked him back sharply.
"Ouch! It hurts! I give up! I give up, okay?!" Zhao Heng grimaced in pain.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
Zhang Duoshu grinned, a chilling smile on his face, and slapped Zhao Heng's mouth lightly and lightly, one slap after another.
The sound was like slapping a wet rag.
Everyone present felt their scalp tingle and goosebumps rise all over their bodies.
After more than a dozen slaps, Zhao Heng's lips were a bloody mess, and his gums were loose.
Standing over 1.8 meters tall and as strong as an iron tower, Li Panfu walked up to Sun Xiaojin, grabbed his arm, and with a single effort, slammed him onto the card table, face down towards the ceiling.
He stretched out his large, fan-like hand, his five fingers spread wide, and slowly covered Sun Xiaojin's eyes, mouth, and nose.
"Boss! Boss! There's no need for this!" The young man, Ah Bin, who had led the way at the beginning, was almost in tears, pleading with a bitter face, "Boss, it's true that Boss Zhao broke the rules just now, but you didn't have to hit him! I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it!"
"Boss, name your price, how much?"
Zhang Cheng held up one finger.
Ah Bin's heart sank to the bottom, his voice trembling: "One...one thousand?"
"What do you think?" Zhang Cheng countered.
"Boss, we really can't come up with ten thousand yuan!" Ah Bin said with a mournful face. "How about this, we can scrape together three or four thousand for you, please be lenient?"
“What I’m saying is,” Zhang Cheng put away his gun and tapped the table with the muzzle, “100,000.”
Ah Bin's eyes widened suddenly, completely dumbfounded.
He never dreamed that the other party would make such an outrageous demand!
"Boss! Even if you sell all of us, you still can't scrape together 100,000 yuan!"
"oh?"
Zhang Cheng smiled, placed the gun on the table, slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled slowly.
"I can't raise the money..."
He said softly.
"Then help me find someone."
"His name is Nian Long, the owner of Tianyuan Shoes."
Ah Bin was taken aback, then a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
"Boss, if you... if you need someone, just say so. There's no need to make such a fuss..."
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