Song Chen looked at her with a nonchalant expression and disdain: "You? Save your breath, Song Qingyou. How much money do you have? Not even enough for a single bet, yet you dare to sit across from me."
It's no secret in Beijing that Song Qingyou has fallen out with her father. Even when she was unconscious, none of the Song family went to see her. Now that Song Qingyou has left the Song family, she's nothing.
Song Chen's gaze passed over Song Qingyou and landed on Fu Wenzhou and Liang Muchuan behind her. He sneered, "So that's where you got your confidence from. Turns out you've been seducing men. Fine, since someone's paying you, go ahead and have some fun."
Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly darkened, his eyes as black as night, like the cold, stagnant air of an ancient well, sending chills down one's spine.
Song Chen unconsciously put his legs down, his previous nonchalant demeanor becoming somewhat more restrained. Fu Wenzhou, that madman, had recently crippled his father; he dared not provoke this mad dog, for who knew if he would bite him instead.
Those present were unaware of the reason behind it, but there were quite a few people who enjoyed watching the spectacle.
“Miss Song, this top floor is all men’s territory. If you want to have fun, why don’t you go to the third floor? You can do whatever you want there.”
"Haha, that's right, the third floor is where you women should go."
Song Qingyou's face suddenly turned cold: "I never expected that Binhai, a top city in the country, would have such a vile mindset. Did they forget to evolve their brains when they evolved?"
Liang Muchuan always prided himself on being a smiling tiger, rarely getting angry, but these people from Binhai were going too far.
He was about to speak with a stern face when a sharp, piercing sound came from beside him.
It was the sound of the stool corner sawing the ground forcefully.
Fu Wenzhou casually pulled up a chair and sat down next to Song Qingyou. A rare smile appeared in his deep eyes, a smile that was both wicked and chilling, so cold it was terrifying: "Where should a woman go? What is a place that a woman should go? Come on, tell me. If you can't explain it clearly today, then none of you are leaving through this door."
His tone was cold, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
Coastal areas were more chaotic than inland areas in the past. Many people here had unclean backgrounds, and quite a few had gone from being criminals to legitimate people. Even if they present themselves as upper-class individuals now, they still can't shake off their shady habits at heart.
"Those from the capital are really something else, aren't they? They're so arrogant. What's their name again? Fu Wenzhou, right?"
"Brother You, they were born right under the nose of the capital, so they're bound to be more arrogant than us from Binhai, haha."
"Impressive. We're not playing cards today. Let's see how you manage to keep us from leaving this room."
Fu Wenzhou took out a cigarette, lit it, and let the smoke rise slowly from his fingertips. He casually put it into his mouth and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
He took a card from the table, lit it with the glow of his cigarette butt, and slowly walked up to the man from before, Brother You. Before anyone could react to what he wanted, the lit card was already stuffed into You Cheng's mouth.
You Cheng cried out in surprise at being burned, cursing incessantly as he tried to pull the card out of his mouth.
The playing cards in the Jiang family's casino are specially made; they are not easily burned and can only be ignited without going out.
The people around him suddenly stood up, looking like they were about to rush up and fight.
Fu Wenzhou swept his gaze over, and no one dared to move; everyone was terrified.
Those eyes are not human, they're like those of a demon!
Fu Wenzhou gripped You Cheng's chin with one hand and held a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze as cold as a thin blade: "You, don't you have a mother?"
His tone was indifferent, but the curve of his lips was chilling: "Do you even know how to pronounce the four words 'respect women'?"
You Cheng was tall and strong, but he couldn't even fight back against this man. He felt like his face was being squeezed out of shape by those hands, and his mouth had long since lost all sensation from the pain. He felt like his entire mouth was about to be burned to a crisp.
Left with no other choice, he could only look at the seemingly frail woman holding the cat and struggle pleadingly for mercy.
"Fu Wenzhou, let go," Song Qingyou said softly. Although she also felt that You Cheng deserved it, this was Binhai, someone else's territory, unlike in the capital.
Fu Wenzhou paused, frowned, released his grip, and kicked You Cheng to the ground.
Only then did the people around dare to rush forward to put out the fire, while You Cheng rolled around on the ground in agony.
Song Chen was dumbfounded. He had always known that Fu Wenzhou was a madman, but he never expected him to be this crazy! He dared to set people on fire in public. What else was he incapable of doing?
He finally understood why Song Yuan didn't dare to retaliate even after his hands were broken.
If you argue with him, he'll fight you to the death. Who the hell would dare to retaliate?
After the commotion subsided, the Jiang family bodyguards, who had remained unmoved, took You Cheng away to the hospital. The rest of them dared not say anything more and obediently returned to their seats at the table.
Fu Wenzhou stubbed out his cigarette, turned around and took the cat from Song Qingyou's hand. The murderous aura he had just exuded vanished in the blink of an eye.
Liang Muchuan was astonished by the speed at which this person changed his expression, and it took him a while to come to his senses: "Didn't you want to play cards?"
Song Chen's arrogance subsided considerably, but his gaze towards Song Qingyou remained disdainful: "My table has a game with a minimum stake of ten million. Can you afford to play that?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him and sat down opposite him: "As long as I can afford to lose, that's fine."
Song Chen sneered: "Croupier, deal the cards."
Song Qingyou was unlucky and lost the first three rounds in a row. However, she placed small bets and lost a total of 35 million in the three rounds.
Song Chen laughed smugly: "Song Qingyou, I always thought you were only this good?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, and hesitated a bit when placing her bet in the fourth round.
Song Chen noticed her worry and squinted at her mockingly, "If you don't have money, don't come here. Wouldn't it be better to just stay in your shabby apartment?"
Song Qingyou remained silent.
Fu Wenzhou stroked Zhouzhou's head and said calmly, "Download them all."
Song Qingyou turned her head, "Are you sure?"
These chips add up to 500 million, which is exactly the amount Song Chen won tonight.
Fu Wenzhou smiled mischievously and roguishly: "Don't worry, sister, your little brother will cover for you."
Liang Muchuan rubbed his temples. These young people are really playing tricks.
Song Chen overheard their conversation, his face growing increasingly cold. He sneered and pushed all the chips in front of him onto the table: "Thirty billion, shall we bet?"
Liang Muchuan frowned immediately and said in a low voice, "This is going too far."
Fu Wenzhou leaned closer: "Youyou, this is your betrothal gift. If you lose it all, you have to marry me."
Song Qingyou's ears burned slightly, and she pursed her lips, saying, "Stop fooling around."
Fu Wenzhou paused, his eyes deep, and he twitched his lips before falling silent.
Song Chen asked impatiently, "Given up?"
Song Qingyou looked at him and said, "How about this, let's go big. If you win, the 3 billion is yours. If you lose, you give me 7% of the shares in Song's Enterprise. How about that?"
Song Chen suddenly laughed, his shoulders shaking violently: "Song Qingyou, you really overestimate yourself. Do I need to remind you? You've already lost the whole game."
Song Qingyou: "Shall we bet?"
“Let’s bet.” Song Chen tapped his fingers on the tokens, his tone full of provocation: “Here’s the deal: if I win, Fu’s Enterprises will give me seven percent of the shares. If I lose, you’ll get seven percent of Song’s Enterprises, and the 3 billion will also be yours.”
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