“Wow hahaha!”

"Arrogant enough, domineering enough, I like it!"

"Song Jialing, you can't even get a 30 million-meter knife, right?"

The sleepy Shinmatsu Yasuda jumped up to join in the fun.

He spoke English, but there were basically no one who couldn't understand it on the spot.

It is precisely because of this that Song Jialing's face became ugly.

"If Mr. Song thinks it's too much, I'll take it back!" Zhang Jian regretfully put away the check.

"Thirty million is nothing," Song Jialing leaned back, "but a different way of playing."

"Please say it!" Zhang Jian nodded.

"Let's mess up mahjong and make up a deck of cards by ourselves. Whoever has a higher card type will win!" Song Jialing stared at Zhang Jian, "I will decide the outcome. I will lose, and both Qian and Junsheng Yasuda will take them away."

"Where did I lose?" Zhang Jian asked.

"Leave a hand!" Song Jialing's face was cold.

"I'm going to buy one of my hands for 30 million, I'm afraid it's a bit cheap!" Zhang Jian shook his head.

"That's my conditions!" Song Jialing snorted coldly.

"Play with him," Junmori Yasuda roared, "At worst, you can cut my hand!"

"Haga," Yoshida Masato jumped out of his seat in an instant, "No!"

"What does Mr. Song say?" Zhang Jian asked with a smile.

"Are you scared?" Song Jialing stared at Zhang Jian.

"There is not enough money," Zhang Jian shook his head, "It's too cheap to buy my hand for 30 million yuan. At least one additional 60 million meters knife! I won't end without double the amount."

"..." Song Jialing's breathing was rapid and stared at Zhang Jian without saying a word.

He sighed softly when Yasuda Junmaki's roar stopped ringing.

"Mr. Zhang, I thought we were friends."

"Forget it," Zhang Jian said calmly, "I won't be friends with the enemies of Long people."

"How do you say this?" Song Jialing couldn't understand Zhang Jian's idea, and he clearly stated it in the afternoon.

At least a consensus has been reached?

Why did Zhang Jian suddenly want to play big?

The 30 million-meter sword is not a lot, and it also puts a lot of pressure on him.

More importantly, he knows how good he is.

Zhang Jian set a record on the Prince not long ago.

He didn't even get on the Prince's name!

Song Jialing was very self-aware, and he also wanted to admit defeat when he came on stage.

Once Zhang Jian did this, he would be a little bit difficult!

"Dare you dare to say that there are no tourists from Long Country in the blockade?" Zhang Jian looked at him calmly.

"I understand!" Song Jialing had some understanding of Zhang Jian's sudden outbreak of emotion.

But I still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He didn't expect that Zhang Jian would have such ridiculous thoughts.

Yes, maybe only in the Dragon Kingdom can you see such passionate young people.

Ridiculous and naive, but it is undeniable that there is indeed a kind of power!

"Then..." Zhang Jianyang Yang checked.

"Yes," Song Jialing waved his hand, asked someone to send a check, wrote the 30 million-meter knife on the spot, and then asked Yoshida Masaichi to verify it. He looked at Zhang Jian, "If you lose, don't come."

"Okay!" Zhang Jian nodded.

Yoshida Masaichi secretly patted himself on his chest, confirming that Junsheng Yasuda was not involved. Then he looked carefully at Song Jialing's check and finally confirmed that there was no problem.

A brand new pair of mahjong was delivered, and was disrupted by Masaichi Yoshida himself.

There is also a waiter who is helping.

"I have admired Ms. Chen for a long time, but unfortunately she had retired when I debuted." Song Jialing looked at Zhang Jian, "I am looking forward to fighting with you, but I didn't expect..."

"I'm not a professional, I'm just having fun." Zhang Jian pulled out a cigarette casually, "The grudge between you has nothing to do with me. Whoever messes with me must be prepared for bleeding."

Song Jialing understood his words, smiled and didn't speak.

The mahjong on the table was in chaos, and all of them were facing up.

Yoshida announced the start of the competition with trembling.

Zhang Jian and Song Jialing reached out at the same time, washed on the table, and kept touching mahjong with their hands.

However, what surprised Song Jialing and even others was that.

Zhang Jian had already chosen his own card type in three breaths.

He put the mahjong on the table in front of him and lit the cigarette.

Then he watched Song Jialing touch the cards little by little and form the cards little by little.

"This..." Sanhashi Madashi had already stood up.

"Incredible!" Mrs. Harlan covered her chest and murmured.

Mingmei watched everyone stand up, and also stood up carefully, looking at Zhang Jian with admiration. As for the others, some understood, and some subconsciously vented.

"Have you chosen?" Song Jialing asked in a low voice.

"Okay!" Zhang Jian smiled, "You can continue."

"Baga, Zhang Jian, if you dare to steal a chicken, I will not let you go!" Junsheng Yasuda shouted loudly from the side. The young master of the Yasuda family, who looked indifferent and even ignored Yoshida Masashi, finally could not sit idly by and could not remain indifferent.

"It's so noisy!" Zhang Jian shook his head and spit out a smoke ring. "Why don't you cut his hands or your tongue? You can just keep it like this, don't you think it's loud?"

Song Jialing didn't say anything, sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Jian shook his head and casually illuminated his card.

"Seven lines and four lines."

“Eighty-four pictures.”

"Nine tubes and four pieces."

"Nine digits and four digits."

"Seventy thousand a pair."

"Four bars, all big, three colors, three sections, two pieces of carved together, two pairs of carved nine."

"Even if you win the big four, you won't beat me!"

Song Jialing looked at the card shape, his face pale, grabbed the mahjong with his fingers, and couldn't speak.

"Win!" Yoshida Masaichi laughed, "Junmao, let's go home!"

"..." Junsheng Yasuda was still angry with Zhang Jian!

Zhang Jiang just said he wanted to cut his tongue, but he was really scared at that time!

"I'm giving in!" Zhang Jian slowly took two checks.

"How did you do it?" Song Jialing looked at Zhang Jian with his eyes blank, "No matter how fast your hand speed is, there is a limit. You seem to be able to see through mahjong just now and know exactly where they are?"

"Your place, your mahjong, your table," Zhang Jian held a cigarette in his mouth, "want to cheat?"

"I just want to know how I lost!" Song Jialing gritted his teeth.

"The secret that I don't pass on," Zhang Jian said with a smile, "I want to figure it out, go watch the video by myself!"

He turned around, ignored the excited Masaichi Yoshida and hugged Akimi's waist directly.

Then he took Choi Mingying away.

No one stopped him, and Yoshida Masaichi also successfully picked up Junmori Yasuda.

There was no conflict, after all, the arbitration party was in charge and had strong strength.

If there is a conflict, there is no need for the arbitration party to look for it.

"God of Gambling!" Cui Mingying rushed over immediately after leaving the venue.

"Get out!" Zhang Jian kicked him away.

"God of Gambling, teach me!" Cui Mingying rushed over again without caring about it.

"Why don't you pull him away!" Zhang Jian glared at the two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards smiled bitterly and grabbed Cui Mingying.

"Xiba!" Choi Mingying slapped the two of them twice in the face. He was the employer!
Chapter completed!