Trillionaire's Slice of Life

One hundred RMB per game, that's already quite a significant bet, at least for this group of people in the private room; a few hundred per game, and if luck doesn't favor them, one could lose thousands in just one night.

Of course, to Chu Mo, this amount of money was like a light drizzle, not worth his attention at all.

Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Sun showed some hesitation, but it was clear they were also prideful people who did not want to fall behind. Clenching their teeth, they both chose to follow suit.

However, this time was different from before where there had been wins and losses. In several consecutive games, Chu Mo kept losing, and hundreds of RMB were gone, and it wasn't until then that Chu Mo realized that Yin Yao, seated opposite him, had been the biggest winner all along.

Chu Mo gently adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and felt a premonition that this tall and thin young man was not as simple as his previous demeanor had suggested. His purposeful letting of wins and losses seemed to be a way to lower Chu Mo's guard, and now, his real skill was showing.

Although Chu Mo wouldn't care about these losses, he also did not want to be slaughtered like a fat sheep, so he began to think about bowing out discretely.

Just as Chu Mo was about to quit, he saw Yin Yao, sitting opposite him, speak nonchalantly:

"By the way, I heard at the door that Brother Chu, you own a company? Tingting is helping you manage it? What exactly do you do, Brother Chu? Maybe we can cooperate in the future!"

As he spoke, the tall and thin young man pulled ten red bills out of his pocket and casually threw them on the table in front of him, obviously planning to raise the stakes in this round.

Yin Yao did not speak further; instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and began to leisurely puff rings of smoke.

The words that were at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down; Chu Mo then remembered that he had previously mentioned owning a company to help Li Tingting out of a tight spot. If he were the first to back out now, it would be like slapping his own face.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Qing exchanged glances, and without a word, they both took out ten red bills from their pockets and placed them on the table. Once again, Chu Mo was left as the last to act./p>

Chu Mo's gaze swept over Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Sun. Seeing their equally grave expressions and the caution in their eyes, he knew that they were not in cahoots with the tall and thin young man to trick him.

Given that, Chu Mo had no reason to back down. He casually said:

"I didn't bring that much cash with me, I'll transfer the money later. Let's reveal our hands!"

Yin Yao, exhaling smoke rings, smiled faintly. With his naturally fair complexion, this smile gave him a somewhat charming, devilish air. The game proceeded.

For some reason, ever since the stakes reached one hundred RMB, Chu Mo hadn't won a single game, and Yin Yao on the opposite side continued his streak of good luck, piling up tens of red bills in front of him within a few rounds.

At this point, all the cash from the people had moved to Yin Yao's side; even Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Sun had lost two to three thousand RMB each. Out of cash, they began using WeChat Pay to transfer funds. Chu Mo had lost the most: after a few rounds, he was down by four to five thousand.

"Let's play a big one this round. I'll bet all the money on the table; after all, it's all from everyone here. I'll just consider it as giving it back to you all."

Upon the tall and thin young man's words, the table fell into a dead silence.

There were at least six to seven thousand RMB in front of Yin Yao, the total cash from all four players. A stake as high as six to seven thousand was clearly beyond the other two's limit.

Meanwhile, the dozens of red bills on the table were conspicuously eye-catching. Even the four girls who had been chirping away at the other side of the room had shifted their attention to this side.

Clearly, the men's game of cards had attracted their interest.

A few thousand, to Chu Mo was equally trivial. The money he casually let slip through his fingers was usually hundreds of thousands, even casually opening a bottle of wine was a million; such a sum wasn't even enough to stick between his teeth, so naturally, he wouldn't care.

But to ordinary office workers like Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Sun, six to seven thousand RMB amounted to nearly half a month's salary. Losing that would mean they'd have to tighten their belts and live on instant noodles for the second half of the month.

After hesitating for a long while, they both gritted their teeth and chose to continue. Chu Mo naturally had no objection. With Yin Yao leisurely blowing smoke rings, the private room gradually filled with the scent of cigarettes. The game continued, and when Chu Mo saw his hand, he knew he was likely to lose again.

Sure enough, as everyone showed their hands, Zhao Hongsen and Xiao Sun both discarded their cards with a wry smile. In the end, Yin Yao won it all.

This round's stakes were as high as seven thousand RMB, and with all three of them losing, Yin Yao had won more than twenty thousand just from this round. The other two immediately threw in their cards and stood up to leave, and Chu Mo was about to do the same when Yin Yao, with a smile on his face, said:

"Boss Chu wouldn't be such a party pooper, right? We're just getting to the exciting part, and you want to quit already? With Boss Chu's wealth, surely you aren't unable to afford this loss. If that's really the case, I might need to have Xin Er give Tingting some advice. Don't let her be deceived. Nowadays, there are plenty of companies that are all talk and no substance."