"Alas, since you found out, then I don't need to hide it. You guessed right, I did make a fortune recently, not much, and now I barely have 10 million left, since you want to play, then play, anyway, I'm used to being poor, if I lose, take it as charity!"

"Take out all 10 million, do you want to play?"

Glancing at Wang Lung with a sinister smile on his face, Mu Yi glanced at the people around him again, silent, as if he was engaged in a psychological struggle. After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and his face couldn't tell whether it was because of drinking or because he was put on the grill by Wang Lung, he looked at Wang Lung with a red face, and he looked like a fish was dead and the net was broken!

And as soon as he said this, he was so frightened that the DJ's hand holding the microphone trembled involuntarily, and the microphone almost fell off, and the eyes looking at Mu Yi at this moment suddenly changed!

This kind of looking up has nothing to do with morality, it is completely linked to money, and it is the eyes of the poor looking at the rich! It is the kind of inferiority complex and envy hidden in the deepest part of the hatred of the rich!

And the onlookers in the audience were dumbfounded at the moment, as if they couldn't believe their eyes and ears. A bet of 10 million? What a big feud and how much resentment is this? Could it be that the two have known each other for a long time? And there is a grudge?

"Rich family grievances?" When this name appeared in everyone's minds, they couldn't help but shake their heads to get rid of such a bloody idea. But what other reasonable explanation can be given for this?

"Huh?"

Wang Long's pupils couldn't help shrinking, staring at Mu Yi deadly, as if he wanted to see some clues from his face, but Mu Yi's face was calm, and he couldn't see anything unusual at all!

"Even my family Xiaoyi is so poor that you can take out 10 million, don't tell me that you are the eldest young master of the Wang family, you can't even take out 10 million, this is a little inconsistent with your identity, it's too cheap!"

"I bet tens of thousands of you just now, don't let me lose!"

In the crowd, Feng Gang looked at Wang Long with a sneer, holding his hands in front of his chest!

This Wang Haitao and Liu Chen may need to take into account the influence of the Wang family in the business world because their families are in the business field, but he Feng Gang is not afraid, if Wang Lung dares to provoke him, he will be annoyed and directly ask someone to throw a spittoon into the sales office of his house every day, and throw money at you, I won't be disgusted to death you?

Wang Lung found Feng Gang in the crowd for the first time, indeed, just like Feng Gang's unscrupulous thoughts, Wang Lung really didn't want to provoke people on the road, even if he had money in his family, after all, one was in the light and the other was in the dark, can you still prevent one day and one month?

After glancing at Feng Gang indifferently, Wang Lung fell on Mu Yi again, it is not difficult to take out this 10 million, but it also depends on what to do, if you let your father know that you took out 10 million for drinking, you will definitely not be able to spare yourself when you go home! But just like Mu Yi was set up by Wang Lung just now, now in front of everyone, Wang Lung really can't afford to lose this person!

"You...."

"If you still doubt my abilities as much as you did last time, I advise you to avoid humiliating yourself, I really haven't said big things in my life!"

Just as Wang Lung was about to speak, Mu Yi preemptively imitated Wang Long, stretched out his finger and shook it.

"If you think it's okay, then let's get started!

As he spoke, Mu Yi took out a bank card from his body and handed it directly to the DJ.

"Huh..... Hahaha..........."

Watching Mu Yi take out his bank card, Wang Lung first smiled faintly, and then the smile on his face was even better, and he laughed loudly, and the others who were watching didn't know why.

"Ten million is ten million, but this bet should be made by me, not you!"

Looking at Mu Yi's expressionless face, Wang Lung shook his head.

"Everybody testifies, whoever loses tonight has to strip me naked and get out of GT!

"Let's start, stop talking nonsense, I still have to go home to sleep, I really drank too much today, I want to vomit when I hear it!"

Who would have expected that instead of answering him, Mu Yi turned around and walked towards the area of the tenth round.

"You......... Hmph!"

Wang Lung looked at Mu Yi's back, his hands clenched into fists, and the green tendons stretched out!

"By the way, I advise you not to want me to lose, because if I win, I will invite you to eat hot pot here!"

As soon as he was halfway through, Mu Yi seemed to think of something, then took out his mobile phone and pressed it a few times, and then put it back. The next moment Feng Gang's mobile phone in the crowd suddenly received a message, when he read it, he was stunned at first, then looked up at Mu Yi's back, was silent for a moment, leaned over and whispered a few words to Wang Haitao and Liu Chen, and then squeezed outside alone.

"Eating hot pot?"

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, the DJ's voice came out of the microphone, confused.

"Eat hot pot in a bar? Eat hot pot if you win 10 million?"

Not to mention her, even everyone else looked at each other, with a confused face, and didn't understand what Mu Yi meant by this?

"!"

Wang Lung sneered, spat a mouthful, and walked in one direction.

"Hurry up and start round 10, I can't wait to see if his ass is white or black!"

Although it was still shaky, the whole person's mind was obviously much more sober than just now! Gently patting the buttocks of the beautiful DJ, Wang Lung said meaningfully!

"Oh, okay!"

Although I was a little disgusted with Wang Lung rubbing oil in public, the DJ could only agree with a smiling face!

The stage of the 10th round of the finals is surprisingly simple, it is a small round table, on which is divided into two rows, each lined with different tall and thin glasses, and one of the three-color pre-mixed drinks!

"Round 10: Drunk!"

At this point, the DJ has adjusted his mood and returned to his previous position, whipping out!

"In the tenth round, indefinitely, no more than two minutes between each glass, and the one who drinks the most and still insists on standing alone wins!"

"Friendly reminder: The 10th round of drinks is a secret drink from our GT bar, and ordinary customers can pour a glass, so I hope the two of you can do what you can. Do not hold the table or other auxiliary objects in the process of drinking, otherwise it will be regarded as a violation and will be directly out!"

"You two can start at any time!"

Thinking that the DJ needed to warm up the atmosphere compared to before, in this tenth round, she just briefly introduced the relevant points of attention, and then stood aside and stopped speaking. And the crowd around was also surprisingly quiet, and everyone seemed to know that at this moment, what the two needed was no longer encouragement, but quiet!