Li Zekai is undoubtedly a leading figure in the business world in Hong Kong City for nearly 20 years.

Especially after the Li family completed the separation, Li Zekai, who used to bear the glory of Li Jiacheng, his father, is now a leader in the port city.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, he looks like he is in his thirties.

Tang Xin put out a hundred billion yuan to make the five young men look as if they were ashen.

Not to mention 100 billion, they would be good if they could have one billion in their own money.

Want to bet with Tang Xin?

Do you have the capital?

"What? Are you scared?"

Tang Xin looked around everyone, no one dared to face the challenge.

Li Zekai, who had just stood up and said something, suddenly realized that everyone's eyes were concentrated on him.

In terms of asset strength, Li Zekai is not afraid of Tang Xin, and is even better than him.

He had made his debut before, but he only hoped that harmony would be the most important thing, but after all, he was a high-profile attitude and now he was a little difficult to get on the brink of death.

Tang Xin finally turned his attention to Li Zekai and said, "You must be confident if you have to stand up. It is not God's fate, don't worry about God's heart. My personal grudges and theirs have nothing to do with your Li family, so it's better not to slap the swollen face and pretend to be fat."

No matter how well Li Zekai's cultivation is, he can't stand the other party's agitation.

He could see that Tang Xin wanted to bet with him and kill the savages of the Hong Kong City rich circle!

He can't do it if he doesn't take the bait. Many people around him are already making noises and let Li Zekai fight.

Some people even say that this is the face of the Hong Kong city and cannot make mainlanders proud.

Tang Xin sneered in his heart: They really have a sense of superiority. Can they cultivate a superior mentality when they were British dogs before?

Li Zekai was forced to do so, and at the same time he was a little disgusted with Tang Xin's attitude. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you. What do you want to bet?"

Tang Xin smiled faintly, and the surroundings were silent for a moment. He was ready to watch the excitement and was waiting for the good show to come.

Looking around, Tang Xin said in a relaxed mood: "Baccarat, blackjack, roulette, stud, etc. I'm not interested, let's just go straight."

He turned his head and said to the dealer, "Get a pair of poker."

The dealer took out a pair of brand new poker without Kaifeng from under the table.

"Open, remove the big and small kings, and shuffle the cards. Spread the cards one by one on the table."

The dealer immediately did as he put the fifty-two playing cards neatly and orderly on the table, Tang Xin waved to him, and the dealer walked away consciously.

Within five meters around the table, there was no one else except Tang Xin and Li Zekai opposite him.

Tang Xin looked at the playing cards facing up from the back of the table and said calmly: "Each of us chooses one card, depends on the size, fifty-two cards. That is twenty-six games, and the bet is over. This can avoid bankruptcy. A is the largest, 2 is the smallest. The cards are the same, and the black and red plum side determines the outcome from big to small. How about it?"

This gambling method is straightforward.

It also ruled out the possibility of cheating between both parties.

From beginning to end, neither of them had ever touched playing cards.

The dealer was also dismissed, and no one could pay a thousand in this short period of time.

The card was already on the table, and Li Zekai nodded to show his understanding.

Tang Xin had to remind the other party: "Do you understand the rules of betting? You must follow as much as I place. At least I am sure you can afford it."

"Let's get started."

Li Zekai's face was calm, but in fact he was filled with anger.

People around the gambling table formed a circle, holding their breath, as if a war was about to break out.

Even Zeng Xiaolong and Qiao Zhengmao, who were sitting back to back in the corner, had forgotten the pain and the embarrassment of being unpredictable. They looked at them curiously, but they couldn't see anything and were anxious.

Tang Xin picked up a chip and put it down.

Billion.

Li Zekai followed one.

Tang Xin lifted the right-right card to the row of playing cards closest to him and the closest to his hand.

Everyone looked over and laughed loudly.

Block 2.

Too lucky!

This card is the smallest of 52 cards!

Li Zekai flipped the card casually and didn't have to watch it. He won the first game.

Tang Xin lost one billion.

Among the row of people standing behind Tang Xin, Han Lingyue's face was a little pale, Qin Qing frowned slightly. In these few seconds, Tang Xin lost one billion?

"Didn't this bet rely on luck? Xiao Tang didn't seem to be very lucky today, and he found the smallest one when he got up."

She was a little worried, but Dong Fucai said meaningfully: "He will win. Anything adventurers do is actually gambling, and the factor of victory or defeat depends on the strategy."

"Oh? Why?"

He Tianci was also very curious.

"You will know if you look at it, unless God really can't get along with him."

Dong Fucai smiled indifferently.

Those Hong Kong and Taiwan rich men remained unchanged when they saw Tang Xin losing one billion. While mocking him, they had to admire his courage.

The second game

Tang Xin put down two bargaining chips.

Two billion.

Li Zekai must call.

Tang Xin opened the second one according to the order of playing cards at hand.

Plum Blossom Nine.

This is definitely a big name, at least in terms of probability, the winning odds are more than 60%.

But after Li Zekai lifted a card, the enthusiasm of the people around him was detonated and the noise was everywhere.

Red Peach Nine!

Just one person bigger than Tang Xin’s card!

Li Zekai, I’m so lucky!

Tang Xin lost 3 billion in half a minute!

He threw down four chips casually and started the third game.

The board was lifted and people laughed.

Red Peach 4.

This is a small card.

Li Zekai lifted a card casually.

Square a.

He won again!

Have won seven billion!

Tang Xin's expression was still plain, and he took out eight chips and threw them away.

Li Zekai looked at Tang Xin with a strange look and could only call.

Tang Xin's board was lifted.

Spades 6.

Li Zekai won three games in a row, thinking that he could still win this game.

But when he lifted the playing cards, a sigh erupted around him.

Red Peach 5.

Tang Xin won.

He won eight billion in one go.

And when the fifth game started, everyone was watching how much Tang Xin would play.

As a result, Tang Xin lost a chip on the stage in an understatement.

Billion.

Why are you getting younger again?
To be continued...