577: 492 -5(7k) 577: 492 -5(7k) Jiang Chen candidly said, “I actually rarely gamble, but coming to Las Vegas, one must have the experience.”
“That’s true.”
Song Chao Ge nodded, “It’s quite a coincidence to run into you here, Mr.
Jiang, why don’t we play together?”
Jiang Chen glanced at the neighboring table, at the tray brimming with chips.
The harvest was quite abundant.
Jiang Chen subtly peeked, and imdiately agreed, “Okay.”
“Does Mr.
Jiang know how to play Texas Hold’em?”
Song Chao Ge quickly asked, seemingly quite fond of it.
Perhaps for most people, gambling is a risky way to get rich quickly, but for so, it may just be a hobby.
“I’ve never played, but I understand the rules,” Jiang Chen stated matter-of-factly.
“Knowing the rules is enough.
With card gas, the most crucial elent is luck.
I’ll have the casino help organize a table.”
Song Chao Ge called over the casino staff.
Texas Hold’em could be considered the most popular variant, known by almost anyone who has gambled.
The players quickly ca together.
A total of six people.
Besides Jiang Chen and Song Chao Ge, the other four ca from all over the world.
The eldest was an old man from Saudi Arabia.
Yes, from the country with the cloth head coverings, though he wasn’t dressed so distinctively, carrying a cane, his presence was not to be underestimated.
An Englishman with a hawk-nosed Smith, whose face exuded shrewdness.
There was also a Russian oil tycoon, Yevgeny, with an erald ring on the middle finger of his right hand, exuding an aura of rough wealth.
The last one was a Latina woman.
Jiang Chen didn’t recognize her, but she seed to be a rapper with a significant following in ilijian.
One couldn’t deny that the clientele in the VIP room were worlds apart from those in the main hall.
Each person’s table was piled high with colorful chips, glistening dazzlingly under the bright lights.
Sitting by Jiang Chen’s side were the sisters, Li Shuru, looking very much like winners in life.
Bai Haoran stood behind.
“Sister, is brother-in-law really that good at gambling?” Xue Yali asked softly, a bit nervous.
They had just lost a hundred thousand US dollars outside.
But look at this gambling table.
The lowest denomination of the chips was a hundred thousand!
Before Li Shuru could speak, Jiang Chen said, “Don’t worry, so far, I’ve never lost in gambling.”
He was brimming with confidence.
While comforting his sister-in-law, Jiang Chen gazed across the table.
That was where Song Chao Ge was sitting.
Next to him was Lan Peizhi.
Looking at the scene, Jiang Chen couldn’t resist speculating about the relationship between the two.
Friends?
Or perhaps relatives?
“But didn’t you say earlier that you’ve only gambled once?” Xue Yali had a good mory.
Aside from the clever move he had just made in the main hall, Jiang Chen truly had only ever gambled once last year at Li Shuru’s birthday party, with Sun Xiyu and a bunch of rich kids from East Sea, playing Sohoo.
That was the only ti.
He won that ti, so saying he had “never been defeated” wasn’t entirely boasting, to so extent.
“Just watch, I will win back that hundred thousand US dollars for you.”
“…”
Xue Yali was left speechless.
Now, where did she care about a hundred thousand US dollars?
Just look at the chips piled up on the table by several players, they’re worth at least tens of millions of US dollars!
“Be careful,” Li Shuru whispered.
She didn’t care about the hundred thousand dollars, but Jiang Chen had just exchanged it for ten million US dollars.
It was as if a mansion was laid out before them.
“Don’t worry.”
“Please check your cards,” said the croupier, wearing white gloves and displaying utmost professionalism, as he unraveled a new deck of cards, spreading them across the table for the six gamblers to inspect.
“No problem.”
“OK.”
“Let’s begin.”
The blind was the smallest chip, which was a hundred thousand US dollars!
After each person threw in a hundred thousand US dollars, the croupier dealt two hole cards to the six players in turn.
Jiang Chen sat to the left of the croupier, in the second position in clockwise order, with the Englishman Smith before him.
Following the clockwise rule, the hawk-nosed Smith had the first right to speak, of course.
But the croupier gave everyone ten seconds to check their cards first.
Jiang Chen looked at his hand.
A ten of hearts and an eight of hearts.
“Sister, is brother-in-law’s hand big?” Xue Yali whispered.
“I don’t know much about Texas Hold’em either, but it seems that in Texas Hold’em, the most crucial part is the five community cards.
The two hole cards can be combined with any three of the five community cards to form a hand, and the person with the largest hand wins all the chips,” Li Shuru explained.
“But we can’t see the community cards yet…”
“So we have to wait for the first betting round to be over.”
“Mr.
Smith, please,” said the croupier, gesturing to Smith seated to his left.
With an expressionless face, Smith casually threw in another hundred thousand, “Raise a hundred thousand.”
He raised by a hundred thousand, making it so that the next players could either call, raise, or fold.
Ten of hearts, eight of hearts.
Honestly, the hand wasn’t very good, but it’s the first round; it’s not ti to fold just yet.
“I call.”
Jiang Chen also tossed in a chip.
Next was the Latin rapper, sitting after him.
“Ms.
Gelei.”
“Call.”
The dark-skinned, undoubtedly talented rapper threw in a chip too, her wristful of bracelets clanging musically.
She also chose to just call, without raising.
It seed like everyone was playing it safe for the first hand.
“Call.”
The old Saudi man followed suit.
“I raise five hundred thousand.”
When it was Song Chao Ge’s turn, things took a twist.
He deftly took five chips from his cylindrical stack and tossed them in with ease.
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