nashuaworldcup Chapter 473: Oh, so disgusting.
Chapter 473: Oh, so disgusting.
Central location of the casino.
The referee started to remind people through the microphone: "Friends, the break time is up. The four contestants please return to the field and let us continue the game. Everyone else please keep quiet."
Haitang smiled at Zhang Lang and said, "Come on."
Hai Yuanzhong 20 feet: "Brother-in-law will win."
Zhang Lang looked confident. He raised his arm and put up his index finger in front of him before walking towards the gambling table.
"Sister, what does brother-in-law's gesture mean?"
Haitang really wanted to sew Haiyuan's mouth shut, but she didn't know it.
Coast: "Bruce Lee's classic moves, which means that none of those moves combined together can beat him, not even one of them can beat him."
Haitang and Haiyuan gave a thumbs up. Otherwise, Hai'an could be their father.
Zhang Lang: Lean on your waist. It is clearly Master Ye who is pointing the finger at people.
This time, the referee did not forget to give Zhang Lang a safety check. Zhang Lang opened his arms and cooperated with the security personnel.
He was clean as a bee, and the security officer gestured twice to signal to the referee that there was no problem.
Zhang Lang chuckled and walked straight to his seat.
He didn't eavesdrop on Qiu Xiaochi and the others' plan. If he knew everything, what would be the point?
He might as well just get rid of Qiu Xiaochi and Gao Jin and swallow up the 1.6 billion and their assets.
That's no fun at all and it's not fun at all.
At least like this, you can still see Long Wu's face, which always looks like he's in a poker state, but now he has a funny expression as if he's so nervous that he's about to pee his pants.
whee.
Zhang Lang was about to sit down when the referee said, "Mr. Gambler, after discussion, we have decided to rearrange the seats for everyone."
The referee team was appointed by the foundation, which means they are in the same boat with Qiu Xiaochi.
However, there is nothing Dio said.
Zhang Lang: "Then where is my position?"
Qiu Xiaochi and Hong Guang were smiling brightly beside them.
"There." The referee pointed to the location facing the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor.
Zhang Lang did not sit down in a hurry, but raised his little hand.
The referee, Qiu Xiaochi, Hong Guang, Gao Jin and others felt their anus tighten when they saw Zhang Lang raising his hand.
What's going on?
"I want to ask, have you checked their contact lenses?"
"Uh..." The referee looked at Qiu Xiaochi awkwardly.
Qiu Xiaochi had taken it out and thrown it away upstairs a long time ago. It was fucking expired, so why would he still use it? He and Hong Guang now had in-ear headphones in their ears, so they could hear the information from the monitoring room in real time. Gao Jin and Zhang Lang's cards would all be captured by the high-definition camera.
Report to them via in-ear headphones.
So Qiu Xiaochi looked calm.
"Mr. Qiu Xiaochi has already checked it, but Mr. Gao Jin hasn't?"
"I'm not here to listen to your work report, I want the results. Wait, don't gouge his eyes, I didn't ask you to do that, don't blame me if anything goes wrong."
Referee: No one is here to take care of him?
Gao Jin stopped the security guard who was about to grab his eyes, took out a pair of contact lenses from his eyes, and flicked them away: "OK, my glasses are just myopia glasses, not like what you said."
Hong Guang said in a hoarse voice: "You have already flicked the glasses away, you can say whatever you want."
Zhang Lang raised his hand again: "Deng Yixia, Deng Yixia, I saw his contact lens is still in his hand."
Qiu Xiaochi and the gambling masters present clearly saw that Gao Jin ejected two transparent objects.
Referee: "Mr. Gambler, we all saw that his contact lens flew out. Let's not waste time and start gambling."
"Then guess what, is it possible that what he flicked out was a booger?" Zhang Lang sat down in a position facing the big window of the second-floor office and said nonchalantly.
auditorium.
"Booger? Ugh, that's gross."
"The great gambling god Gao Jin can only do such tricks. No wonder some people say he is a little scoundrel."
"I also heard that he lost two or three wives, a large number of his disciples, and all his family members died."
"That doesn't mean that this person is simply a plague god!"
"There is also a possibility..."
"What's possible?"
"Can you please stop breathing so hard when you speak?"
"Family members offer sacrifices to the heavens, and their powers are boundless. He relies on this to maintain his good fortune."
"Makes sense."
In the field.
Gao Jin remained expressionless, the noise from the surrounding audience seats seemed to have no effect on him, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.
Just my hand shook slightly.
Qiu Xiaochi was quick to act and grabbed Gao Jin's hand.
"If what he said is true, then you will be disqualified, and the gambling money you brought will be taken by the final winner."
Gao Jin looked down at Qiu Xiaochi. He was taller than Qiu Xiaochi and squinted his eyes to look at him. "You believe everything he says, you idiot. What's left on my hand is the booger. If you don't believe me, look at what's on your hand."
Qiu Xiaochi waved his hands wildly and started shaking his hands in place: It's so fucking disgusting.
Looking at Zhang Lang, covering his mouth and laughing.
One word, absolutely.
The referee quickly stopped their farce. If they continued like this, would they ever be able to get off work?
"Please hurry up and enter the venue. Our referee team has checked and confirmed that there is no problem, so the game can continue."
The order of the people did not change, only their sitting positions changed. They only needed to move the table slightly and the chips would be transferred to their front.
Look at Zhang Lang again.
He simply closed his eyes and didn't even look at the other people at the gambling table.
The corners of Qiu Xiaochi's mouth twitched. How could he see the location of the office upstairs without opening his eyes? It would be useless even if Qi Meng was stabbed into a sieve by Zhang Baocheng with a knife!
"Referee, how can the bet proceed if he doesn't open his eyes?" Qiu Xiaochi spoke to the referee, asking for help from the best fifth man on the scene.
The referee is really speechless. What can I do if the other person closes his eyes?
I can't just kick him out if he laughs, right?
This kind of operation is also quite explosive in the NBA.
Besides, when others ask the referee to intervene, they jump up and down and finally kneel down, but you don't even raise your hands and just spread them out. This makes it very difficult for me to do anything.
Zhang Lang closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and raised his chin high, as if he was looking at them through his nostrils.
"Well, I think a million is too small a bet. If some of you guys keep folding like that, we'll have to play until tomorrow morning, and I have to go home and do some exercise. I suggest setting the bet to 10 million dollars, and keep the raises the same every time. What do you think?"
Qiu Xiaochi looked at Zhang Lang who closed his eyes and pretended to be mysterious, then wiped his ears and glanced at Gao Jin out of the corner of his eye.
"I have no objection, but I'm afraid those timid people won't agree."
Hong Guang said in a hoarse voice: "I have no objection either."
Gao Jin: Targeting me, right? I'll take out my cashier's check right away.