A group of people looked at Murong Jie sympathetically, some people persuaded him not to play and let him go, but Murong Jie was not biased, he was comforting himself with a fluke mentality, as long as he won a handful, he could get back all the losses he had lost before, but somehow Meng Evening was like a hanging, and he kept winning, which made Murong Jie even more strange Meng Evening seemed to be able to guess his cards, there was a game where he was about to win, how to bewitch Meng Evening to increase the chips was useless, and in the end he still lost a lot.

Murong Jing couldn't stand it anymore, she felt that if it continued like this, Meng Yan would be able to bankrupt the Murong family, so she took the initiative to stop it.

"Fuck off, you don't have to." Murong Jie was like eating explosives, and his whole body was in flames.

Murong Jing questioned him: "You don't count how much money you lose, do you have so much money?" ”

"What we have in our family is money, what if we lose, I'll play another game, and I will definitely win this game!"

Murong Jie refused to leave, and Murong Jing saw that he had no choice but to call his mother.

Twenty minutes later, a young man of about thirty years old came, and went straight to the bar with a dozen people.

"What's going on?" Murong Wei asked, his voice full of air was very sharp.

The onlookers saw that it was Murong Jing's son who came over, and they all avoided it, only Murong Jing stood up and pointed at Murong Jie: "This guy is gambling money, and he won't stop when he is about to lose 200 million." ”

"Who dares to bet with the people of the Murong family? Tired of living? Murong Wei shouted angrily, the crowd of onlookers trembled, and subconsciously took a step back.

Si Chengle, who was still proud of winning the money, heard such arrogant words, and immediately became angry, and a phone call went out: "Big brother, someone is bullying us!" ”

Murong Wei looked at Si Chengle gloomily: "Are you gambling with my brother?" Who gave you the guts! ”

His domineering voice was filled with anger and threat, how could Si Chengle endure this arrogant and domineering temperament, stretched his neck and said, "So what? Your brother can't afford to pay the money if he loses, so you hurry up and help him pay it back, and I will charge interest after a long time. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present gasped.

This Murong Wei is a well-known big man in Kyoto, and it is said that he is also a favorite general under the command of the president, and his identity is extremely noble.

The people from Huacheng were too bold, even Murong Wei dared to provoke!

Now they're finished!

However, Si Chengle didn't seem to feel it, he only felt that Murong Wei was too arrogant, how could Si Chengle, who was the first arrogant and domineering in Huacheng, let him be shocked?

"What are you? Do you know who my eldest brother is? Who gave you the audacity to talk to him like that! Murong Jie straightened his waist and asked.

Si Chengle asked rhetorically: "Then do you know who my eldest brother is?" Who gave you the audacity to talk to me like that? ”

"I don't care who your eldest brother is, isn't it a person from Huacheng, a person from a poor countryside, where can his identity be honorable?" Murong Jie is a person who looks down on Huacheng from the bottom of his heart.

In his opinion, whether it is Si Chengle or Meng Wanwan, they are civilians in small places, where can they compare to Kyoto?

The arrogance in his bones made Murong Jie feel that there were few capable people in the Si family, so he approached Murong Wei step by step and said, "We were playing just now, this gamble naturally doesn't count, I see that you are Murong Jing's friends, and today's consumption is mine." ”

Murong Jie finished speaking and left.