Chapter 561: Gold Coins Under the Pirate King's Belly

The black veil on Huang Pulan's face trembled slightly, her ruddy eyes were sour, she forcibly suppressed the tears, and inhaled again and again, with a bitterness in her chest and lungs. The disappearance of the Celestial Triangle means that the bargaining chips with the United States have been lost, and the lives of the captured Feng Tong and others are in danger, and the final result of the fight for the mysterious triangle is an empty one, and only a few fresh lives have been lost in this meaningless battle.

"Take me back to the Wayne Hotel, thank you!" Huang Pulan whispered, and the car turned around and drove off the way it came.

An hour and a half of intermission time to eat is definitely enough, Xu Qing spent more than half an hour to check the monitoring, the time to eat became a little hasty, hastily full and a group of four people came to the VIP room again, and unexpectedly found a strange phenomenon, half of the twelve participating gambling kings were eliminated, but the number of people who came to watch the game surged several times, and the two circles of sofas around the gaming table were almost full.

"Why are there fewer gamblers and more people watching?" Xu Qing turned his head sideways and whispered a question to James beside him, in his opinion, this matter was contrary to common sense.

The fat on James's cheeks trembled, and he pretended to be helpless: "In fact, we sincerely invited these people to come and watch before the gambling game started, but I didn't expect that those who refused to come in the morning are all here now, this may be the charm of gambling!" ”

In fact, this product is mixed with a lot of water, the vast majority of the audience who came in the afternoon spent a lot of money to buy an admission ticket, and even the president came to watch the level of the game must not be low, this is the so-called celebrity utility, of course, the wonderful performance of these gambling kings is also the best selling point.

Xu Qing, who drank Xiao Siliang liquor, had a red face, looking extremely energetic, and when he sat at the gambling table, the notary surnamed Kuang frowned frequently, and wondered, can this high-drinking gambling king continue the state of the morning? Based on past experience, this should be impossible.

As a gold medal host, Seakles naturally likes a lot of people, because only when there are more people can he have the opportunity to further display his talents, it can be said that every host needs an audience, and the greater the influence of these audiences, the better.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the afternoon game is about to begin, and before that I would like to show you a very magical little thing, which of course is related to the afternoon game......"

Siclaes suddenly puffed out his eyes and fumbled in the pocket of his suit, which looked indescribably funny, as if he was looking for something, and after a while, he pulled out his palm, and pinched a round chip in his fingertips, which was still the smallest one-dollar chip.

What do you do with a small denomination chip? Is he going to go up and join in the fun? Poor fool, the minimum face value of the chips in front of the gambling kings is five figures, and a dollar of chips in Vegas belongs to no one to bend down to pick it up.

The audience present is either rich or expensive, and it is common sense that they will not value the small denomination chip of Sycles's fingertips, but a few sharp-eyed people see that this chip seems to be a little different, as if it is not an ordinary hard plastic product with hot stamping and metal sheets, and the edge of this thing obviously has a layer of bright metallic luster.