Fake Prodigal

Chapter 396

In front of the mahjong table, Sha Biao whispered a few words in Uncle Lame's ear, revealing the details of Brother Curry. Uncle Lame calmly waved his hand, thinking that someone who is skilled is bold, he already knew.

Hearing the news, Qian Duoduo glanced at the triumphant Curry brother next to him, and covered his nose in displeasure. The smell of curry was not good, so he quit the game decisively. After playing for eight rounds, he lost nearly [-] million chips, most of which fell into Curry. Brother's pocket.

"We're going back, brother should also rest earlier!" Qian Duoduo waved his hand, greeted the lame uncle, and dragged Sha Biao out of the VIP room lonely.

Di Yan also found out that something was wrong in the game. He quit the stud table and sat at Qian Duoduo's seat, with Alice gracefully by his side.

Di Yan is proud of the spring breeze, playing mahjong tiles happily, and unconsciously raising his status, he feels taller, upgraded from a rich man to a tycoon.

With a gloomy face, he stared at the lame uncle opposite, and said in a strange way: "I haven't seen you in ten years, but Boss Yang still has the same demeanor, even better than before, only with white hair!"

"Boss Di grew from a small contractor to a big real estate developer. I admire him even more!" Uncle Lame said with a half-smile.

More than ten years ago, Uncle Lame was the big boss of a foreign trade company, with a net worth of over [-] million, and he was the first batch of people who went to sea to make a fortune.At that time, Di Yan was just a small contractor, and he was not qualified to talk to Uncle Lame, so it was not the same situation.

In the past so many years, Di Yan never dreamed that he could play cards with Uncle Lame at the same table. Uncle Lame's bankruptcy is not a secret. It was widely spread back then, so Di Yan naturally knew about it. .

At the beginning of the game, Di Yan and Uncle Lame played cards and chatted very enthusiastically.

"I heard that Boss Yang doesn't do foreign trade, and is planning to mix in the real estate industry, and he has his eye on the land king of the western suburbs!" Di Yan said with a smirk.

"When it comes to business, it's natural to do what you want to make money!" Uncle Lame said casually.

"Brilliant Real Estate also needs to bid. Boss Yang has a lot of money, so why not partner up to make a fortune!" Di Yan is full of expectations. If Uncle Lame can join the occupancy, together with Xie Hui and Gao Qianyue, the king of the western suburbs is guaranteed to be a project of Brilliant Real Estate. The weak Yang Zhijian can be directly kicked out!

"Thank you, Boss Di, for your kindness. Qian's Real Estate contacted me first!" Uncle Lame smiled mysteriously.

Di Yan's face was dark, and veins appeared on his forehead. He and Qian Duoduo were at odds with each other. Not only were they in the real estate business, but they were also out-and-out rivals. They competed for land bids many times, and their relationship was very bad!

"Qian Duoduo is so shameless, and they took the opportunity together again. Uncle Lame is a big donor with strong financial resources. He has a lot of cash in his hand. Anyone who can win him over will be a good helper in the bidding!" Di Yan hated Qian so much. Duoduo, but there was nothing he could do, he could only suppress his anger and play cards absent-mindedly.

After Li Hao finished supper, he took two glasses of red wine, walked to the mahjong table, sat next to Uncle Lame, handed him a glass of red wine, and said with a light smile, "I'm tired from playing, Uncle Lame, do you want to have supper?" night?"

"I'm a little hungry, let's talk after this round!" Uncle Lame calmly played a card.

"Brother Lafite, how are you doing recently!" Li Hao's eyes lit up, the fourth person at the poker table happened to be the owner of the Biaoche Club, Ferrard, who was known as the number one youngest in Southern Metropolis and the heir of a multinational consortium.

"Young Master Li hasn't raced for a long time. Without you participating in the race, it would be much less fun!" Ferrard waved his hand and said playfully.

"I'm too busy recently, I'll go over to have fun when I have time!" Li Hao said.

"Treasure!" Brother Curry smiled, his dark cheeks bloomed with joy, his small white teeth gleamed, and he pushed it to the face of the card.

The chatter stopped abruptly, Li Hao looked solemn, and observed Brother Curry. This guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a beard, and a garlic nose. He is wearing a snow-white robe, a red vest, and a red hat on his head. The curry taste is disgusting at first glance.

Brother Curry also looked at Li Hao, showing a simple and honest smile. He put away a large number of chips on the table, and his fingers were flexible. The speed was neither fast nor slow.

Li Hao was deeply afraid, Brother Curry was quite good at acting, he was obviously a real cheater, he pretended to be like a rookie, he was so slow in counting cards, what the hell was he doing?

"Boss, watch Black Claw carefully!" Timo's voice sounded from his heart.

"Huh!" Li Hao focused his attention on Brother Curry's small movements. The black paws seemed to follow the rhythm, flipping the mahjong tiles one by one, as if they were secretly daubing something. If you don't observe carefully, you can't discover the mystery at all!

"What is Ah San doing?" Timo asked.

"Luohan remembers the cards!" Li Hao was secretly startled, the scene in the movie happened in front of him, if this guy can memorize all the cards, then he's playing a fart!

Uncle Lame shuffled the cards calmly, pressed the cards with his palm and pushed forward, seven or eight cards rushed to the opposite side of the table, Brother Curry's cards were instantly messed up, and there was no chance to record the cards.

"Black Cannon!"

"Fire!"

"Bullshit!"

Brother Curry played three hands in a row, Di Yan hit three hands and three blacks, and lost all 600 million chips. A black line flashed across his forehead, and his face was ugly.

"Dealer, change to a mahjong table that automatically shuffles the cards, and change the dealer's position!" Di Yan snapped his fingers, and the waiter got busy, changing the automatic mahjong table with a new set of mahjong tiles.

The four of them played dice to adjust the house, Li Hao sat opposite Brother Curry, Di Yan and Brother Lafie were on the left and right, and they couldn't smell the pungent curry smell, so they felt much more comfortable.

"Waiter, give me a curry beef rice, put more curry!" The curry brother smirked, shaking his black paws, ten fingers gleaming, this guy is wearing a full hand of gold rings, exuding the smell of nouveau riche Temperament, and unpleasant curry smell.

"Sir, please take your time!" The waiter took it easy and brought a delicious curry beef rice.

"It tastes good, I'll reward you!" Brother Curry threw out a chip, took the fried rice and ate it with greasiness in his mouth, without any scruples about his image.

"Brother Li, play two for me, I'll go to eat supper!" The lame uncle stood up and put away his chips, gave an order, and left with his civilized stick.

"No problem!" Li Hao changed seats, joined the game, and soon realized something was wrong!
Brother Curry ate and played, still flourishing, playing cards repeatedly, the three of them were just delivering food, Li Hao ordered a black cannon, lost 200 million chips, and lost his temper.

"Ah San can't shuffle the cards, how can he draw a trick?" Li Hao thought to himself.

"Black Claw!" Teemo responded.

Li Hao's expression was serious, observing Brother Curry's black hand. This guy lowered his head to chop the rice, waving the big gold ring on his finger, and the crystal lights inlaid on the ceiling reflected each other, flashing golden lights one after another.

"Damn, optical reflection!" Li Hao was stunned.

"Self-touch, big four!" Brother Curry pushed off the card, shook his head, and showed a nasty smile.

(End of this chapter)