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In order to try to squeeze out opponents, Zhang Jian is very steady.

Lose ten laps first to show dissatisfaction and change the gameplay.

Then, with the persuasion of everyone, we took the opportunity to improve the basics.

After notarization of funds, he still cooperated with the old hooligan.

For an entire hour, the old gangster won a big win and won a single person.

Let his smile bloom and his refreshing soul take off.

Then he changed his cooperation and arranged the gold.

Let Jin win back what he lost and make a profit.

The whole process is secret and without any trace.

It was not only Joe Hart who lost money, but also Zhang Jian.

At this time, Zhang Jian said he would not play anymore, and Joe Hart would not agree.

If you lose to Zhang Jian, then forget it.

After all, it's a player.

But what are the old gangster and Jin?

It seems that they don't even have a good card code and lose to such a rookie.

How could Joe Hart be willing?

Without Zhang Jian's words, he continued to increase the notarization.

So the 40 million-meter knife was notarized for the first time, and the 30 million-meter knife was notarized for the second time.

The total number of swords is 70 million meters. After playing with them for less than two hours, it was exhausted again.

"That's it tonight!"

Zhang Jian glanced at Joe Hart with a calm face and said to Jordan helplessly, "You and Jin are so lucky, especially you, this is too unfair."

"Don't do this!" Jordan laughed, "I love mahjong, I love Dragon Kingdom, maybe this is my destiny. Zhang, you can't just leave like this, you can't delay my making money."

"You make all my money, but I lost 32 million!" Zhang Jian said helplessly.

"I didn't win much." Jin smiled and said, "Don't you want to make a comeback?"

"Do you still want to continue?" Zhang Jian said, looking at Joe Hart again, "I can accompany you, but someone may not be able to afford more money and will still not last long."

"Joe, what do you say?" the old gangster asked with the flow.

"Continue!" Joe Hart said with a cold face.

"But you don't have enough money," Zhang Jian curled his lips, "I don't want to play for more than ten minutes. If you don't have money, get out early. Let's find someone else to come."

"Fake!" Qiao greeted him bluntly, and then wrote down the check.

"Fifty million-meter knife," Joe Hart said coldly, "and I want to do asset appraisal and collect 100 million. Do you dare?"

"Are you afraid of you?" Zhang Jian sneered, "I will add 50 million meters of swords."

This time, Zhang Jian was not losing, but won a big win.

Specializes in Joe Hart, every time he plays a bad card or self-model.

He is not greedy either, and basically he will be promoted after passing the matter.

After sixteen laps, the lost money not only came back, but also made more than 20 million yuan.

Joe Hart lost his eyes and his eyes were on fire.

How could I feel at ease when I watch Zhang Jian win or win his money?

However, he couldn't call out good cards at all, and he was a little bit away every time.

Either Zhang Jian win or Jordan wins.

The old gangster's luck broke out tonight, and it was simply unstoppable.

Even if Zhang Jianda wins, he won as much money as the old hooligan.

But this is just the beginning. From the third hour to let go, Zhang Jian was not ready to stop.

The fourth hour is approaching the fourth hour.

Zhang Jian started to make cards, and the standard for promoting cards was above forty.

Even Jordan and Kim couldn't stand it anymore.

Less than half an hour,

Zhang Jian sucked Joe Hart dry and sucked half of their chips away.

Excluding the 90 million-meter knife that Zhang Jian himself notarized.

He won Joe Hart's 100 million-meter knife away.

The old hooligan harvested 50 million meters of swords, no more than no more, which made him amazed.

Jin won less than 20 million.

The reason why I didn't have it was because Joe Hart still had millions of chips in his hands.

"Let's just be here today!" Zhang Jian said with a smile.

"Joe?" the old gangster looked over and asked.

"I always have to give you a chance to get the money!" Jin said sarcastic words from the side.

"Come back tomorrow night, we will be one-on-one, dare?" Qiao asked coldly with a trembling face.

"Tomorrow night?" Zhang Jian laughed, "You don't know if the rest will be open tomorrow night, right?"

"It's okay, you can ask someone to notarize it." The old gangster smiled, "Even if the second floor is not open, it can be held in the lobby on the first floor. We can not only witness it but also bet on the victory or defeat."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!" Zhang Jian stood up.

"You dare not?" Joe Hart stared at Zhang Jian with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm afraid you won't lose enough!" Zhang Jian shook his head, "You decide for yourself, I'll accompany you!"

He left the field directly and allowed the staff to help calculate the chips.

It is not stored, but exchanged into cash first.

Among them, the 50 million-meter sword is notarized in asset and does not require Zhang Jian to take out cash.

He even just opened his mouth and sent 50 million at the exchange window.

After all, he is a distinguished guest and he has the property certificate he redeemed last time.

I returned the 50 million yuan and recovered the 40 million yuan principal, and the remaining 100 million yuan was earned tonight.

To be honest, it's a little worse than last time.

The main reason is that the only goal tonight is Joe Hart, and there are so many goals last time.

Despite this, Zhang Jian was satisfied with the 100 million-meter sword.

The players of Mili Family really have a lot of money.

According to Yue Dongming's inquiry, this guy is worth at least 500 million meters of swords.

You can take out 100 million meters of cash at any time.

I saw it tonight and it was indeed nothing wrong!

The 120 million-meter sword was transferred to his account, and the 20 million-meter sword was handed over to Yue Dongming.

Zhang Jian, who had a lot of harvest, went straight to have a midnight snack.

"Joe, do you really want to challenge?" the old gangster asked Joe Hart.

"Fake Squid," Joe stared at him, "You said you would slaughter the fat sheep tonight."

"I can't blame me," the old gangster shrugged, "Who knows that Jin asked for a change of direction? I can't cooperate with you at all. Every time I'm interrupted by Zhang, I suspect he can see it."

"Hmph!" Joe Hart suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, "Then do you still want to play mahjong?"

"This is what we agreed on before, and you agree, and it is not my responsibility." The old gangster shook his head, "It seems that you are not Zhang's opponent, so I advise you to end it here."

"How is that possible?" Joe Hart gritted his teeth, "My money is not that easy to get."

"Okay!" the old gangster patted his shoulder, "Don't think so much, there is still time. I'll continue playing, you come too? Maybe you can get the money back?"

Joe Hart hesitated for a moment and actually agreed.

He really needs to pay for his money, after all, a 100 million-meter knife foot can hurt his muscles and bones.

There are at least four hours left before dawn, and he can win back with his own skills.

As long as it doesn't match a player like Zhang Jian.
To be continued...