Super Rich: I get rich by spending money

The whole place almost exploded.

"This is a round to determine the outcome!"

"Is this going to be a direct bet of three billion US dollars!?"

"Here, why do I feel like Mr. Ye is trying to lose money on purpose!?"

"Damn, my eyes are open!"

"..."

Qin Feng, Wang Xiaocong and the few rich second generations who followed were also completely dumbfounded.

"Brother Ye... is too fierce..."

Qin Feng took out his computer and made calculations. The more he calculated, the worse his face became: "Brother Ye's winning rate seems to be very low! How can he bet so much!? No matter how rich you are, you can't help losing like this, right? Billions of dollars in one hand!? "

Wang Xiaocong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Maybe it's just for the pursuit of excitement, right?"

"I'm convinced!"

Qin Feng swallowed and couldn't believe it...

In the captain's cabin, Dai Lun VIII was sipping champagne, his eyes flickering: "What's going on?"

Even he couldn't figure it out.

After decades of gambling, I have never seen anything like this!

How can I put it...this is too high-spirited!

"..."

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it. Dai Lun chose to continue observing...

"Are you scared? Are you going to follow?"

Ye Yang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"You are absolutely crazy!"

I have to say that these 2.2 billion US dollars did put a lot of psychological pressure on him.

Although Dai Lun VIII had promised him that he would be compensated if he lost, but would he really compensate him for billions of dollars in losses or wins?

This is almost all of his net worth!

If he follows, if he loses, he will be completely doomed! He really became a down-and-out old European tramp...

No need to pretend anymore.

This risk, no matter how high the winning rate is, even if there is a slight possibility of losing, he doesn't want to take the risk.

"Huhu..."

His breathing became heavy, and his whole body was caught in a fierce psychological struggle!

Although you know that this is Ye Yang's psychological offensive, the biggest feature of the psychological offensive is that even if you know that he is using a strategy, you still have to choose to fall into the trap...

"I have to admit, you are really good at psychological offensive!"

Old Mike sighed.

"What, you don't plan to follow? It's really disappointing."

Ye Yang shrugged: "You old guy, you have lived for such a long time, why are you so cowardly! Do we children all know how to give a try and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle?"

Ye Yang himself is indeed not using psychological combat skills subjectively... after all, this thing is already his instinct.

Of course, the most important thing is that whether he wins or loses, he is making money, and there is no psychological burden at all. Of course, how can he bet comfortably?

If this poor old man hadn't worked hard all his life and only saved 3 billion US dollars, he would have wanted to try making 10 billion US dollars to see if it would give him a sense of excitement.

"I……"

Old Mike gritted his teeth and was in a dilemma. He was fighting fiercely in his heart. Even the battle with the gambling sage back then had never made him so anxious and uncomfortable.

By following the bet, he currently has a 73% probability of winning close to 3 billion! All of a sudden, your assets double! But if he loses, he will almost go bankrupt, leaving only tens of millions of dollars with him. For a gambling king, this is simply a great shame and humiliation.

If he doesn't follow the bet, he will directly lose seven to eight billion US dollars, which is not a small amount for him, and this is still on his own side, the current winning rate is so high...

"I have to say that your psychological tactics are really superb."

Old Mike seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly changed from anxious to confident and sharp. He leaned back on the stool, a sneer flashed on his face: "But you are wrong... I am the strongest gambler in Europe." Disciple! I don’t believe in anything in my life, the only thing I believe in is probability!”

"This is God's creation."

"This is my truth!"

He suddenly leaned forward, pushed out a mountain of chips, and said fiercely: "Follow!!!"

After saying this, he leaned back on the stool again and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if this push had exhausted all his courage and strength.

"Huh... At this moment, I declare that your psychological tactics are bankrupt! And I will win the final victory!!!"

What Old Mike said was categorical, but his Qi was a bit weak and weak.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ye Yang burst into laughter.

"why are you laughing?!"

Old Mike asked in surprise.

"You're obviously feeling guilty now, but you're still pretending like that. It's so ridiculous to me. Look at how hopeless you are! Wouldn't it be three billion US dollars if you lose? That's it!"

Ye Yang rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"???"

"I'm going to fuck you directly!!!!"

Old Mike couldn't keep his face any longer. Even with his state of mind as a gambling king, he couldn't help but use swear words at this time.

Ye Yang rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and deal the fifth bright card."

"..."

Old Mike calmed down his mood, and then he realized that this young man was really terrible, and he was just toying with him. Whenever he felt that he had seen through the other person's intentions, he would immediately realize that he was just Falling into another of its emotional traps...

"Another 3?"

Ye Yang raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are not very lucky today."

"k!!! Hahaha!"

Old Mike was beaming with joy: "I have at least one big three in my hand! And you! You only have two 3s in your hand! The rest are just discontinuous junk cards!"

With his calculation ability, he could of course calculate that his current winning rate is close to 80%!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

In a gambling game, 80% is almost like declaring that you have won!

"Give me another 3 billion chips!!! I want to bet!!!"

Old Mike didn't realize at this time that his mentality had changed subtly under Ye Yang's ridicule.

"Old Mike! Dai Lun only gave me 3 billion as the highest authorization!"

Zhou Yuan's face turned black. Old Mike was selling himself out!

"It turned out to be Old Mike invited by the Parrot."

"That's what I said! It's the same old trick of cutting leeks!"

"No wonder Mr. Ye lost so badly!"

"Alas... shady dealings! It's all shady dealings!"

"The shady stuff about the Parrot is actually true!!!"

Zhou Yuan was very upset, but now that it's been exposed, he has no choice but to bite the bullet for the billions of dollars.

After all, this is billions of dollars!

It takes a lot of waves to cut the little leeks!

And Ye Yang is obviously the thickest and strongest leek in all these years!!!

He is sure to eat Ye Yang, Zhou Yuan said! Even God can't save him!!!

(Second update)