Chapter 306: 【306】Does this young man's family own a mine or something?_1

“This is a Vacheron Constantin, isn’t it? It doesn’t look cheap.”

“I’d say it’s got to be at least several hundred thousand, right? Seems like this young man comes from a well-off family.”

“Several hundred thousand? Are you joking? Several hundred thousand probably wouldn’t even buy the bracelet.”

“Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration? If several hundred thousand can’t even get the bracelet, how much does the watch cost?”

“This is the Tour de l’Île series from Vacheron Constantin. As far as I’m aware, it’s got to be at least over nine million.”

“Damn, there’s a limit to bullshitting, you know? Nine million for a watch? Do you take us for fools?”

“Why would I lie to you? If you don’t believe it, you can look it up online.”

“Damn, it really is over nine million.”

“Wearing a watch worth over nine million? Does this young man’s family own a mine or something?”

“Could the watch he’s wearing be a knockoff?”

When Tang Feng deliberately flashed the watch on his wrist, several people in the billiard hall started to buzz with conversation.

At first, there were those who expressed skepticism, but after looking it up online, everyone was shocked.

Those who could come to this private betting game were also people with some wealth.

If it were just a watch worth several hundred thousand, it wouldn’t have caused such a stir among them.

But if the watch was worth nine million, that changed everything.

Watches like this are not a necessity, which is to say they’re optional.

To spend over nine million on an optional watch, how deep are his family’s coffers?

“Mr. Fan, this younger brother seems affable enough; let him join our game.”

Someone quickly came to Tang Feng’s defense, speaking up for him.

The others also came around, joining in.

“Yes, Mr. Fan. I think you’re being a bit too cautious. Breaking the routine once in a while isn’t such a big deal.”

“This young man was brought by Mr. Zhang. We trust Mr. Zhang’s character.”

“That’s right. We’ve been playing with Mr. Zhang for over half a year. Don’t we know what kind of person he is?”

“I wholeheartedly welcome this young brother to join us…”

Seeing everyone speak up for Tang Feng, Fan Ziqiu knew that if he continued to vehemently oppose, he would be going against everyone.

“Since you all agree, then go ahead and play. I’m out,” he said, and then sat down on a chair, playing mobile games.

Everyone exchanged smiles, not saying much else, and promptly invited Tang Feng to join the game.

Tang Feng glanced at Fan Ziqiu, quietly joining the betting game.

Although Fan Ziqiu seemed to be engrossed in his mobile game, he was actually keeping an eye on the gambling table at all times.

He was a conservative man by nature, preferring to miss opportunities rather than take risks in uncertain situations.

Many might say he was as timid as a mouse, but it was precisely this trait that allowed him to climb to his position today and gain Qin’s trust, handling many sensitive matters.

Zhang Fuchun’s bringing a newcomer without his approval had given him an uneasy premonition.

So he wanted to remain on the sidelines for the time being to observe the young man before making a decision.

After all, better safe than sorry.

“Tang, let me explain the rules to you,” said a man with a mole on the corner of his mouth, shuffling the cards and looking at Tang Feng.

“Go ahead, I’m listening,” Tang replied.

Tang Feng found a chair to sit on, took off his jacket, laid it over the back of the chair, and rolled up his shirt sleeves, making the watch worth nine million all the more dazzling.

The man had difficulty tearing his gaze away from Tang Feng’s wrist. “We’re playing Golden Flower today, a base bet of a thousand, and every call has to be at least a thousand as well. We settle the bets immediately after each round, no IOUs.”

Tang Feng nodded, “Got it.”

The man smiled in satisfaction and started dealing cards to everyone.

Tang Feng watched his movements and didn’t spot any cheating. It seemed that this private game was fairly clean.

Thinking about it, it made sense since everyone knew each other in this private game, and no one would cheat here.

According to the order of dealing, he was third.

The two players before him looked at their cards with gloom, then tossed them in.

“Tang, it’s your turn,” the man reminded him.

Without changing expression, Tang Feng activated the system scan, clearly seeing the other players’ cards.

Zhang Fuchun had the highest hand, two Aces and a Ten.

In his own hand, the highest card was only a King.

But he didn’t immediately fold; instead, he followed and bet for two rounds before throwing in his cards.

A show had to be played fully if it were to be convincing. Of course, he had to both lose and win.

If he won every round, how would he bait Fan Ziqiu?

As expected, Zhang Fuchun won the first round.

Including the initial stakes, he won nearly twenty thousand.

Apart from Tang Feng, the others all had cash and quickly settled up.

Tang Feng also asked Zhang Fuchun for his account number and transferred the money he lost.

However, Zhang Fuchun, worried about the safety of his wife and daughter, had no hint of a smile on his face despite winning the money.

The man with the mole on his mouth asked curiously, “Old Zhang, what’s up with you tonight? You look all listless. Has your wife run off with someone?”

“Hahaha…”

The others at the gambling table laughed out loud.

Having known each other for some time, they could make jokes that were a little over the line.

“No, just a bit busy with work these days, haven’t been feeling up to par,” Zhang Fuchun hastily explained, glancing at Tang Feng in the process.

Tang Feng kept his composure and continued playing.

In the following rounds, he controlled the pace, keeping his win-loss ratio at about thirty to seventy.

Basically, for every game he lost, he won two.

After several rounds, he had already won close to a hundred thousand.

This was frustrating for those who wanted to fleece the newcomer.

“Wow, Tang, I didn’t expect your luck to be this good. You’ve won almost a cool hundred thousand there, haven’t you?” the man with the mole said, glancing at the stack of money in front of Tang Feng, his voice laced with a hint of envy.

“Actually, it’s not about luck; it’s about skill,” Tang Feng provocatively responded, which was almost asking for a beating. The faces of the others at the table soured.

What did he mean by “skill”? Was he saying their skills were lacking?

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