As the martial arts powerhouses around the gambling table who wanted to take advantage of them gradually dispersed, one of the gambling ship managers who had left with the "Dark Lord" Xia Ba before turned back again, carrying a mini box in his hand, which undoubtedly contained 10 billion chips.

In this regard, the "Black-robed Venerable" Gwison hesitated, but finally did not refuse, it was really itchy at hand, in a gambling ship of this scale, but there was not even a steel collapse in his trouser pocket, if he was in a hurry, it would be dead!

"Yo, it won't really be 10 billion, right? I don't see it, old guy, your black face is really valuable."

Raising his hand and sending out two text messages again, Chen Hao said, while already turning his head to look at the "Black-robed Venerable" Gwison who had just accepted the mini box not far away, and teasingly continued: "Why don't we gamble a few more rounds?"

"Damn, why am I stupid?"

As soon as he heard Chen Hao's words, the "Black-robed Venerable" Gweis was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, rolled his eyes, and scolded in his mouth with the mini box and turned around and left: "Scolding the one next door, this kid is simply a virtue with the king of the pit dads who killed a thousand knives, the old man just got some money in his hand and immediately rubbed it over, I'm bah, I can at least hear the sound when I throw it into the sea."

The implication is that this is the rhythm of never gambling with Chen Hao again, and the pen and ink of the psychological shadow are quite thick!

Because Chen Hao deliberately made a wrong bet, the strong people who flocked over before and wanted to take advantage of it were all pitted, and no one dared to take the risk of continuing to stare at him to call, coupled with the appearance of the "Dark Lord" Xia Ba, the strong people were also in a much heavier mood, and they all left, and this was exactly what Chen Hao wanted to see.

As soon as the "Black-robed Venerable" Gwieson left, he immediately turned around and made a big bet on the gambling table, the bet was not big, it was only one billion, although he won steadily, he had to keep a low profile now, otherwise once he attracted those red-eyed guys over, he would be really speechless at that time.

In the next two hours, Chen Hao, the "crippled old monster" and Song Mingcheng bet on different tables, sometimes deliberately losing a handful, throwing out one or two hundred million, but every few rounds, you must win once, and the winning game, the bet amount must be one billion up!

In this way, after two hours, the total number of chips earned by the three of them has already been a jaw-dropping number.

However, due to Chen Hao's deliberate control, and the time before the auction is getting closer and closer, the face value of the chips thrown out by the gamblers when placing bets is getting bigger and bigger, so the chips won by the three of them are really not particularly eye-catching, at least a few tables are still within the range of bearing, after all, other gamblers can contribute a lot of chips.

"Damn, it's eleven o'clock?"

Looking up at the big clock on the wall on the side of the gambling hall, Chen Hao felt a little hungry, and after a little groaning, he immediately put all the chips in front of him into the mini box, took out his mobile phone and sent two messages, turned around and walked to the free table on the side of the gambling hall for guests to gamble and sat down.

A dealer from a gambling boat came over and asked Chen Hao if he needed service, and the latter waved his hand to let him leave.

After a while, several "crippled old monsters" with bright smiles on their faces gathered one after another.

"It's really enjoyable, the old man has finally found the true love of his life"

Grinning, the "Broken Old Monster" had already put one of the two mini boxes in his hand on the table as he spoke, and Song Mingcheng only held ten colorful chips when he went, but when he came back, he also twisted a mini box and put it on the table.

The chips in these two mini boxes were all won back in the last two hours, which was a huge harvest.

"Alright, let's count the total number of chips. ”

With a faint smile, Chen Hao had already opened the mini box in his hand as he spoke, and all the chips in it were poured out.

The chips in the three mini boxes were quickly summed up and piled up into a small mountain of bags on the idle table, and some of the gamblers around them turned their heads to look at them, and they all let out a soft cry of amazement, their eyes and faces full of envy.

"Seventeen hundred in total!"

Swallowing his saliva, Song Mingcheng, who had counted the chips, turned his head to look at Chen Hao, and reported the final summary data, today's experience made him unbelievable, and similarly, for Chen Hao's cousin, the feeling in his heart was even more mysterious.

"One thousand seven days"

Hearing this number, the "Wolf Emperor" Rudolph, who had been following Chen Hao before and had not participated in this gold-absorbing operation, suddenly widened his eyes, and after gasping, he began to wrench his fingers: "Calculate, all the chips in the boss's box have been poured out, and there were 10 billion in it before, if we remove this 10 billion, let's hey, just like that, we have made 160 billion in this moment!"

"Damn, did you teach math in the cafeteria when you were studying? You have to wrench your fingers for such a simple thing."

Turning his head and glancing at the "Wolf Emperor" Rudolph beside him, Chen Hao rolled his eyes speechlessly, raised his hand as he spoke, and turned his head to look at the old ghost of Cardigan who was standing next to him dumbfounded: "Okay, since the income data has been counted, then let's start to divide the spoils, divide the money, 160 billion is divided into three parts, one for Lao Tzu, and the other two for kidney deficiency and braised tofu, after all, the two of you have neither the money nor the effort, if you really want to share your share, it is estimated that you are embarrassed to take it, so Lao Tzu is not welcome."

The two people he was talking about naturally referred to the old ghost of Cardigan and the "King of Technology" Jin Shanshan, as for Song Mingcheng, with Chen Hao's understanding of him, even if he really gave it to him, people would not want it, so he simply didn't mention it, and just went back and helped others get the girl back completely.

"Uh, of course, the old man definitely can't ask you to share, you share."

As soon as Chen Hao's words were finished, a touch of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the old ghost of Cardigan, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, he twitched his dough, and followed Chen Hao's words directly down the donkey.

"In that case, Boss"

The distribution plan has been roughly determined, and the impatient "crippled old monster" who has been waiting for a long time on the side immediately rubbed his hands: "Then let's start to divide the spoils, ahh

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