Chapter 308: [308] Isn't it just money? The thing I lack the least is money_1

“Mr. Zhang, please shuffle the deck.”

Fan Ziqiu opened a new pack of poker cards and handed them to Zhang Fuchun, who was standing by.

Unable to refuse, Zhang Fuchun stepped forward to help shuffle the cards.

Overcome with nervousness, he accidentally scattered the cards several times in the process.

Fortunately, he eventually got them properly shuffled.

“Deal to Mr. Tang first,” Fan Ziqiu said graciously, gesturing towards Tang Feng.

“Hold on, I’d like to cut the deck,” Tang Feng suddenly interrupted Zhang Fuchun, making a request.

Zhang Fuchun turned to seek Fan Ziqiu’s opinion.

“That’s fine,” Fan Ziqiu saw no problem with it and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Fuchun held the deck of cards and extended it towards Tang Feng.

Tang Feng casually picked up a stack of cards and tossed it onto a corner of the table, then raised his hand to indicate, “Okay, now you can go ahead.”

Zhang Fuchun continued dealing, and after he had finished, he stepped aside.

“Mr. Tang, it’s your turn to speak,” Fan Ziqiu said leisurely, leaning back in his chair and toying with the ring on his finger.

Without even looking at his cards, Tang Feng boldly declared, “Blind bet, one million.”

The onlookers exchanged glances, unable to help shaking their heads in awe.

To bet a million without even looking at the cards.

It was truly aggressive.

The pressure instantly shifted to Fan Ziqiu’s side.

Although he seemed relaxed on the surface, he was actually under considerable stress.

But he knew very well that in the game of Golden Flower, it often came down to one’s mentality.

Some with weaker mentalities, despite holding strong cards, would not dare to call bets and miss out on opportunities.

Others with seemingly poor hands would come out on top through sheer audacity.

The question was, who could remain mentally steadfast?

“I’ll bet blind as well, one million,” Fan Ziqiu also refrained from checking his cards, his tone completely at ease.

Tang Feng looked at him with some surprise, “Are you sure you don’t want to look at your cards? What if it’s a terrible hand?”

Fan Ziqiu spread his hands wide, “The bold live and the timid starve. If you’re too scared to call, feel free to fold.”

“Scared to call? Hahaha,” Tang Feng laughed as if he’d heard a joke, waving his hand grandly, “I’ll call another million.”

“Hiss…”

The crowd gasped anew.

Why did a million seem so inconsequential when mentioned by these two?

It was as if they were talking about a hundred dollars.

Fan Ziqiu finally lost his composure.

He had thought he could intimidate Tang Feng into checking his cards.

Once Tang Feng checked, he’d be at a disadvantage.

If the hand was reasonably good, then it was manageable, but with a weak hand, surrender was the only option.

He hadn’t expected Tang Feng to show such guts, daring to continue the second round of betting.

“Do you even have that much money?” he asked, not immediately calling Tang Feng’s bet but expressing doubt instead.

Tang Feng merely smiled faintly and pulled out his car keys from his pocket, “This Ferrari F8 is valued at over five million on the market, barely a few days old. Let’s round it down to four million; that should cover any debts, right?”

When the crowd saw the car keys, their eyes lit up again.

With a nine million watch and a five million car, his total assets equaled fourteen million. How affluent must his family be?

Fan Ziqiu glanced at the car keys and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

His own savings barely exceeded four million, which wasn’t enough to keep up with such extravagance.

After some hesitation, he eventually chose to check his cards.

The first card was the six of hearts.

He slowly revealed the second card, taking his time with a sense of ceremony.

The second card was the seven of hearts.

He suddenly felt a dryness in his throat, wanting to drink some water.

But he held back and continued to reveal the third card.

At first, just a speck of red was visible.

His nerves were on edge, his hands shaking slightly.

In his mind, he kept repeating, “Eight of hearts, eight of hearts…”

Perhaps his fervent prayers reached the heavens; when the third card was fully revealed, he nearly jumped in excitement.

It was indeed the eight of hearts he had been hoping for.

The three cards were the six, seven, and eight of hearts—a straight flush.

In a million-dollar game like this, a straight flush was incredibly exhilarating.

Lucky for him, he had the depth to hide his excitement beneath the surface, his face betraying none of his inner jubilation.

To anyone watching, he remained expressionless, leaving no clues as to his thoughts.

Slowly setting the cards down face, he tapped his fingers on the table as if he were pondering whether to call or not.

“Mr. Fan, if your hand isn’t strong, just fold. After all, losing a million isn’t such a big deal,” Tang Feng couldn’t resist teasing at this point, somewhat enjoying the moment.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This overconfident expression looked so ridiculous to Fan Ziqiu.

Enjoy your moment of arrogance for a little longer, for soon you’ll be crying.

With a cold laugh inside, but without showing any outward sign, he said, “I’ve seen my cards, so if I call, it must be two million, right?”

Tang Feng nodded, “That’s correct.”

Wrestling with the decision for a moment, Fan Ziqiu reluctantly bit the bullet, “Alright, I’ll call another two million.”

As soon as he spoke out, everyone present felt their skin crawl.

Fan Ziqiu, always rational in their eyes, seemed unexpectedly impulsive.

Having already committed three million to the pot, losing would mean absolute despair.

Tang Feng clenched his fists, breathing a bit hurried, “You’ve seen your cards and still dare to call two million. Does that mean you have a good hand?”

A mocking smile appeared on Fan Ziqiu’s face, “You guess.”

Tang Feng rubbed his forehead, grappling with apparent agony.

“If you’re too scared to call, just fold,” Fan Ziqiu saw his struggle and teased with a laugh.

As if provoked by his words, Tang Feng retorted, “Who says I’m scared to call? If there’s anything I’m not short of, it’s money. I’ll stay blind and raise another million.”

Fan Ziqiu hadn’t expected him to keep betting blind at such a crucial moment; it was like courting disaster.

But now he also began to hesitate.

With personal savings of just over four million, deducting the three million he’d already bet, he was left with only one million in savings—not enough to continue the game.

But in his hands lay a large sum of money from Qin Lishen’s laundering operation.

Should he temporarily divert some of it and then repay it after winning the money?

He was conflicted for a moment.

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