Watch them follow round and round down.

Lin Zifeng sneered in his heart, he has a perspective eye, and he can kill them if he plays casually.

Now among the eight people, the fat man with oily hair and noodles opposite Lin Zifeng is bigger.

And Lin Zifeng's own cards, he didn't pick them up and look at them, and after seeing through Guò's clairvoyant ability, he already knew what his cards were.

"Boy, it's time for you to bet, don't you just throw money around without looking at the cards?"

Some people have already begun to be dissatisfied with Lin Zifeng, and if they continue to smash like this, they will definitely lose all the money, and when there are so many people, there will always be people who will get cheap.

"Smash, why don't you smash?" Lin Zifeng pursed his lips and smiled. Anyway, he already understands the situation, why doesn't he throw money.

And Bei Minglan has already said that winning money is his. If you lose, you will be counted as the Northern Stygian.

It just so happens that I don't have any money on me.

If you have money to win, why not win?

In desperation, the others could only follow Lin Zifeng and continue to throw money inside.

Playing this kind of poker skill, more than three people, is not allowed to open.

So, now everybody has to keep throwing money, all the time. Until someone starts to pull back one after the other.

Seeing that all his money is about to be invested. They finally showed their fear, once they ran out of money, it meant that they would take the initiative to quit.

It is both unwilling, and unpleasant.

Lin Zifeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he still had hundreds of thousands in hand. It should be enough for him to continue to vote.

As long as you stick to it for three laps, you will have hundreds of thousands of gains.

The most important thing is that he still has a card of five million on his body, which was handed over to him by Zhang Mengjie before he left. Just in case.

"Boy! Count you ruthless! ”

Finally, under Lin Zifeng's fierce pursuit, some people were still reluctant to throw away the cards, and ran away from the seat with a red face.

"I'm not playing anymore!"

"If you continue to play like this, you have to play to death!"

"Rub! Little follower, count yourself ruthless! ”

One after another, everyone began to disperse, this kind of never-ending gameplay will really play the dead.

And so many people, the most terrible thing is that their cards are big and not big, small and not small.

The people around him have begun to point their fingers at Lin Zifeng, and they all admire the courage of this little follower, and they dare to keep smashing without even looking at the cards, he is really a madman.

"Since everyone said they wouldn't play anymore, I'll play this one."

At this time, Lin Zifeng didn't bother to continue with 100,000 yuan, and directly pushed all the remaining 300,000 out.

"That's it!"

Lin Zifeng bets that this 300,000 yuan, the guy with the biggest card will definitely quit.

He had begun to waver, which was enough to show that he no longer had any confidence in himself. Therefore, Lin Zifeng has reason to believe that if he adds another fire, that guy will definitely quit and not play.

"Three hundred thousand! Is this little henchman crazy? ”

"It's just a little follower, the master gave him so much money, he didn't take it all away, and dared to smash all the money at once, isn't he afraid that he has no money. Will you have no choice but to quit later? ”

"Oh my God! This little follower and Bei Minglan are really a personality, they don't even bother to look at their own cards, and they directly smash more than one million yuan, they are really rich and capricious! ”

……

The gamblers who were watching around also gathered more and more, and gradually moved closer to this side.

Millions of tables aren't too big, but they're rare.

How many stupid/forced people don't even bother to look at their own cards, and directly smash more than a million?

"Boy! You're amazing! ”

As a result, the character who could most threaten Lin Zifeng's big boss also threw the cards.

Now there are only three people on the entire table, including Lin Zifeng, who are still dying.

Encouraged by the people around him, Lin Zifeng glanced at his cards with a smile.

There were already a lot of people behind them who wanted to see what the cards were that could force them out.

"Shh......h

Lin Zifeng's fingers touched the corners of his lips, made a gesture not to speak, and then turned the cards over, so everyone's faces turned green.

Because his card is just a small pair, and those two foolish cards are not bigger than Lin Zifeng's cards, and they have been stubborn.

……

When Bei Minglan came out of the toilet, I saw that everyone had dispersed.

Only Lin Zifeng was left with a bank card in his hand and smiling at her.

"What? Did you lose it all? They're not playing with you anymore? ”

Bei Minglan frowned, although she didn't say anything, she still secretly muttered in her heart that this thing was even more a loser than herself.

"It's not." Lin Zifeng shook his head.

"What! You're not going to be in debt, are you? ”

Bei Minglan gritted her teeth, eager to reach out and whip him.

"Not really."

"What does that mean?" Bei Minglan stared at her pretty eyes, but she still couldn't understand what Lin Zifeng meant.

"There are nine million in this card now." Lin Zifeng said lightly.

From the very beginning, they invested nearly one million yuan, and all eight people were 100,000 heels, and then in the end, Lin Zifeng invested another 300,000, and the remaining two goods were all 300,000 before they were opened.

From more than one million to more than nine million now. Bei Minglan was dumbfounded.

"Y-What did you say?"

"There's nine million in this card now." Lin Zifeng repeated.

"Did you really win it back?"

Bei Minglan rubbed her eyes vigorously, she still didn't quite believe the fact in front of her.

You must know that Bei Minglan has never won so much money herself.

And he is a small follower, and he can win so much money!

Depend on!

The guy who came to Yanjing to work and find a job, when he saw so much money, he couldn't be happy to die, and the appearance he is showing now, where is there a surprise. There is no feeling at all.

"Little follower, are you sure you won the money back?"

"Is it fake?" Lin Zifeng looked at her ignorantly, feeling that her words were a little bit good.

“…… All right. ”

Bei Minglan has nothing to say. I wanted him to help me lose.

But now it's good, and it's won back more than 9 million. The money that had just been thrown out was doubled back.

"The nine million you won back, and it will naturally belong to you. I won't ask for it. ”

"Why?"

"Because you won it, and I said it. Win is yours, lose is mine. So the money is yours. You don't have to pay me back. ”

Since she can buy Lin Zifeng a famous brand, she doesn't care about these small money.

"By the way, Second Miss, can I ask you for a leave?"

At this time, Lin Zifeng felt that it was still necessary to ask her for a leave, after all, the purpose of his coming to Yanjing was very clear.

"No! You have to accompany me to defeat today. ”

“……”

"Well, well, it's too late today. Come home and have dinner with me. With that, Bei Minglan took the lead and turned around and left.

Lin Zifeng, who was stunned with a stunned face......