Hearing Hong Dali's words, the young man laughed and said, "Haha, it seems that you are similar to the character in Unexpectedly!. Your words are quite interesting." The young man stretched out his hand. "My name is Mu Zixiao. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
Hong Dali sniffled and reached out to shake his hand. Then, he smiled and said, "Hello, hello. Are you here to play cards?"
"Uh-huh." Mu Zixiao shrugged his shoulders. "Two rounds?"
Hong Dali looked around and shook his head. "Five-card stud is boring. I don't want to play anymore. Let's change to something more exciting!"
"Oh?" Mu Zixiao smiled. "What do you want to play?"
"Let's play something simple and violent!" Hong Dali took a deep breath. "Let's play Landlord!"
Everyone's jaws dropped to the ground.
Tang Muxin held her stomach, and the cigarette in Chu Zhongqin's mouth fell to the ground.
Coming to such a high-class place and playing Landlord, it was strange no matter how one looked at it.
In fact, they did not know that this was the effect Hong Dali wanted — a round of Landlord was worth a lot of money, three and one, a straight, bomb, I won! See, this was a good way to test the System's problem with negative money.
But the others did not know. Mu Zixiao was so shocked that he forgot to put the peanuts in his mouth. "Did I hear wrongly just now? You said you want to play 'Fight the Landlord'? "He wanted to confirm it, so he looked around and asked again," Here? "
"Yes, Landlord is more fun than Five-card stud. How about it, do you want to play?" Hong Dali nodded. "Let's play at least 10,000 chips, how about it?"
"Okay, let's play!" Mu Zixiao went all out. Anyway, his main purpose was to meet Hong Dali. As for Huawei's CEO Zhao's request — he had been in Shanghai Tianhai for so many years, and he had never been used by others.
As the only son of Mu Feng, the CEO of Weihai Network, whose family background was comparable to Hong Dali's, Mu Zixiao naturally knew a lot about the people at the top in Beijing.
For example, almost everyone in Beijing knew the legend of the prodigal Hong Dali.
Mu Zixiao was very smart. Although he did not have much contact with Hong Dali, as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Before coming here, he had at least found out one thing — Hong Dali's luck was heaven-defying. Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Mu Zixiao definitely did not intend to have a conflict with Hong Dali, even if his family's business greatly overlapped with Hong Dali's Sangle Search.
After all, with a capable opponent, you would at least be able to know what level his abilities could reach, and from there, you could formulate a detailed battle plan. For example, Liu Mingxin from Turkey Software. But for someone like Hong Dali, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that there was no upper limit to his strength. Because you would never know when you would fall for the word luck.
It was very likely that you would come up with a bunch of plans around him, with dozens of contingency plans for every situation. But in the end, you would helplessly discover that the other party didn't care about these plans at all. It was very likely that he ate something bad and had diarrhea, and thus avoided a well-planned assassination attempt on him; or it was also possible that he had nothing better to do and went to buy stocks, and then accidentally, the stock price directly doubled in just a few days.
Therefore, from the moment he arrived in Tianjing, Mu Zixiao almost always hid in the casino, and through indirect questioning, he obtained a lot of information about Hong Dali. In the end, the conclusion was that any kind of ability had to kneel in front of Hong Dali's heaven-defying luck. Previously, there was a God of Gamblers who could be said to have used all his skills, but in the end, he still lost a lot of money. The reason was that the God of Gamblers had already seen that he had three Kings and was almost certain to win, but in the end, he encountered Hong Dali's three Aces …
Since he wanted to find out Hong Dali's true strength, Mu Zixiao really went all out today. "Who else is playing?"
At this time, the three people who stood up to welcome Hong Dali looked at each other, and finally, the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked up. "I can be considered to have played a little Fight the Landlord. Let me." This was considered a modest way of saying it. In fact, since he liked to gamble, he definitely played Fight the Landlord when he was bored.
Hong Dali pushed Chu Zhongqin to the front. "God of Gamblers, go!"
"Him?" Mu Zixiao was stunned. "You're not playing by yourself?"
"Ah, I was surrounded by fans just now, and he helped me out. I said that if I win today, it's all on him, and if I lose, it's all on me. No problem, it's all the same, all the same." Hong Dali grinned and said.
"Oh, that's fine too." Mu Zixiao nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Hehe, I didn't notice just now. So it's Mr. Chu Zhongqin, hello."
"Hello, hello." Chu Zhongqin took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Then, let's start."
Thus, Fight the Landlord began.
In the first round, Chu Zhongqin got four Qs, one King, three Twos, and a smooth streak of small cards. In one round, he directly killed all of them and won.
In the second round, Chu Zhongqin got four Aces, one King, two Twos, three sets of Threes and one, and won again.
On this side, Chu Zhongqin was proud of himself, but on the other side, Hong Dali was frowning — sure enough, as he expected, with each round that Chu Zhongqin won, the amount of money he squandered would decrease a little. In just two rounds, he had already lost 240,000 yuan. Two rounds of cards, two sets of Bombs, and he was the landlord, winning 120,000 yuan in one round …
As for Mu Zixiao and the golden-haired man, their faces were already starting to turn serious.
One had to know that this game was completely done by the dealer, and Chu Zhongqin was a singer, not a real God of Gamblers. It was obviously illogical for him to have such good cards in two rounds.
Mu Zixiao clenched his teeth. "Continue!"
Third round, Chu Zhongqin won.
Fourth round, Chu Zhongqin won.
The amount of money in Hong Dali's brain was reduced to 240,000 yuan again …
"I don't believe it!" This round, Mu Zixiao finally got a good hand. Four Jacks, four Qs, a straight from three to ten, with an Ace on top. Seventeen cards. Chu Zhongqin was the landlord, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.
When the cards started, Chu Zhongqin first played a Small Airplane with Wings, seven, seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, three, three, four, and then eight cards.
Mu Zixiao held a Double Bomb in his hand and was full of confidence. He directly blew up four Jacks, and just as he was about to play, Tang Muxin fiercely shouted, "Bomb him!"
Then, Chu Zhongqin threw out four Kings with a bang.
Mu Zixiao: "…"
You can't play it like this!
Chu Zhongqin: "Double Ace!"
Mu Zixiao blankly looked at his partner — Brother, can't you at least play a card?
At this time, he didn't dare to casually play his four Qs. Otherwise, if the opponent had two Kings, he would be completely useless. Then, he saw the golden-haired man helplessly shake his head. This fellow actually can't even handle a Double Ace!
At this point, he could only resign himself to fate. In the end, before he could react, Hong Dali snatched the cards from Chu Zhongqin's hand. "Four Twos with two Kings, done!"
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