In the center of the city, in the most prosperous area, stands a building with no name.

On the outside, it looks like the surrounding buildings, but on the inside, the décor is extravagant and splendid.

Therefore, it is habitually called the "Golden Building" by people.

The sixth floor of the Golden Building is a huge gambling house that can accommodate thousands of people, with hundreds of gaming tables and hundreds of independent boxes.

At this moment, under the concealment of the night, these brightly lit boxes are playing out scenes of long-planned plots.

Tonight, the six floors were full, and the guests in each box had an extremely distinguished status.

"Mr. Wang, it's boring to gamble, why don't we have some fun?"

The person called Mr. Wang, sitting on the sofa in a well-dressed manner, he was comfortably swallowing clouds and spitting fog, while holding the revealing beauty on his side, his face was full of red light, obviously a silkworm foot.

"Oh," Mr. Wang raised his head with interest and looked at the young man in front of him with interest, "Tell me, what is the excitement of playing?" ”

In Mr. Wang's opinion, compared with himself, the man in front of him is just a stinky child, and he is far inferior to himself in terms of experience and means.

Tonight, they made five or six bets in a row, and he was a winner.

But the person on the other side still refuses to admit defeat and give up, and wants to continue to play something exciting with himself.

Mr. Wang didn't show it on his face, but he smiled disdainfully in his heart.

What if you change your bets? He still can't play with himself.

Mr. Wang glanced at the man faintly, with a kind smile on his face, but he had already begun to mock in his heart.

It's just a rich second generation who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do anything, and he has nothing but a good father.

If it weren't for his father's face, how could he bet with him?

Seeing that Mr. Wang was full of interest, the young man slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

He is not blind, and Mr. Wang is not good at hiding.

He could naturally see the disdain and ridicule on his face, and at this moment, Mr. Wang must have thought in his heart that he was a straw bag, a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it.

The smile on the young man's lips deepened.

Straw bag? Gentle?

Hehe, even if he is, it is enough to deal with Mr. Wang, a wine bag and rice bag that relies on the old and sells the old.

"I'm sure Wang has heard of the game of Lemew," the young man picked up a glass of champagne on the table and took a sip gently, "why don't we change our bets to this game for the rest of our lives." ”

"Lemew games?" Mr. Wang's eyes burst out with a few fine lights, and he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "How are you going to bet?" ”

"It's very simple," the young man smiled lightly, as if his next words were extremely ordinary, "gambling on your life." ”

Mr. Wang didn't say a word, waiting for the person in front of him to continue.

"I used to watch other people play, didn't Mr. Wang want to try it out in person?"

The person in front of the meeting continued to be silent, and the young man continued: "Could it be that President Wang is so much older than me, and his courage is not as good as that of a junior like me?" ”

"Hahaha," Mr. Wang smiled slightly embarrassedly, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, there is some truth in this, your Uncle Wang is old, naturally he can't think more than you young people, and he can toss." ”

Seeing that Mr. Wang did not bite his hook, the young man was not in a hurry.

"My father often said that you have always been steady and old-fashioned, and when I saw it today, it was indeed more than that."