There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

If it wasn't for the entrustment over there... Brother Yang gritted his teeth and watched Zhen Jiabao's clumsy card shuffling skills, bear it!
After shuffling the cards, Zhen Jiabao held the cards in his hands and stood opposite Brother Yang, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"I haven't finished talking about the rules of the game just now—otherwise, our bet will be a three-game two-win system. What do you think?"

　Zhen Jiabao put forward his suggestion to Brother Yang with a sincere face, and Brother Yang naturally couldn't say anything about Zhen Jiabao's suggestion.

"Since Miss Zhen has this idea, I have nothing to object to."

Anyway, no matter how you set the rules, you are the one who loses.

Brother Yang lowered his eyelids, looking at the patterns on the edge of the card table and silently added in his heart.

　Zhen Jiabao actually has no idea in his heart now, but since Brother Yang has made his words clear, Zhen Jiabao understands that even if He Lianquan's identity is revealed, he cannot be allowed to reveal the person behind the murder of Li Zhiming's company.

So Zhen Jiabao could only seize this opportunity and try to use gambling to get a chance to let Brother Yang speak. As for whether this opportunity will fall into Zhen Jiabao's hands——

Zhen Jiabao squeezed the cards in his hand tightly and pursed his lips.

It can only rely on your own luck.

Zhen Jiabao took a deep breath after he was mentally prepared, and then put the cards in his hand on the table and spread them out.

　The comparison that Zhen Jiabao and Brother Yang mentioned is the most inconspicuous type of gambling, but it is also the fastest to determine the outcome.

At the beginning of the game, everyone gets three cards in their hands, and these three cards can be divided into different modes such as straight flush and straight.

After seeing the cards in their hands, players can choose to increase or follow the cards, which tests the player's psychological quality.

However, in today's game between Zhen Jiabao and Yang Ge, there is obviously no such thing as adding chips, so the only thing that can compete between the two is their psychological quality.

Zhen Jiabao dealt three cards to Brother Yang and himself in turn, and then sat back in his seat, holding the three cards in his hand and glanced at them nervously.

Although Zhen Jiabao had tried very hard to suppress his expression, after seeing the cards in his hand, Zhen Jiabao couldn't help showing a hint of disappointment from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Brother Yang, who was sitting opposite Zhen Jiabao, just glanced at the cards in his hand, and a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhen Jiabao pursed his lips.

You can choose whether to reveal your own cards or not in this game. If you are confident in your own cards, you can choose to show your cards, but if you feel that your cards are not as good as the opponent's, you can also choose to admit defeat.

The cards in Zhen Jiabao's hand were not considered good. They had no special suits and the cards were small.

Zhen Jiabao held the three cards tightly in his hand and looked at the confident smile on Brother Yang's face opposite him, Xin Yiheng viciously spread the three cards in his hand on the table.

"I show my cards."

Since it was just a gamble between Zhen Jiabao and Yang Ge, naturally there were not so many twists and turns, Zhen Jiabao put the cards on the table, and Yang Ge saw the faces of the three cards in Zhen Jiabao's hand.

It really wasn't a good idea, Brother Yang slowly put the three cards in his hand on the table, Zhen Jiabao took a closer look and there were two identical cards.

If it wasn't for Zhen Jiabao who dealt the cards by himself, I'm afraid that someone would be suspicious of someone cheating secretly now - but Zhen Jiabao is sure that he didn't do anything during the process of shuffling the cards - not to mention if Zhen Jiabao had such I should use my skills for myself, right?

So Zhen Jiabao could only secretly hate why his hands had dealt such good cards to Brother Yang, but the cards dealt to him were so unsightly.

Regardless of the occasion, Zhen Jiabao wrinkled his face in anger, his snow-white and pink face looked like a little bun.

Brother Yang has been in such a complicated situation for many years, and a person who was already cold-hearted can't help being a little bit shaken when he sees Zhen Jiabao's cute appearance.

If you say that there are a lot of good-looking people in the casino, or you can talk about sensuality, how can these gamblers who spend a lot of money in the casino only like gambling, so the casino naturally wants to cater to them. I will also work hard on beauty.

But those beauties whose prices are clearly marked look glamorous and glamorous, but after all, they lack some agility. Although Yang Ge looked at Zhen Jiabao's undisguised frowns and smiles, although he was not tempted, he still silently calculated in his heart. Don't cultivate some other style of beauties in the casino.

But to develop a character like Zhen Jiabao still needs the right time, place and people - Zhen Jiabao has a good family background, and later on, He Lianquan was by her side to overcome difficulties for her, and until now she has never really come into contact with any society. The dark side is why it is so sunny.

After all, I can't be envious...

Brother Yang's dazed mind was only for a moment, but within a few seconds, he withdrew his thoughts and concentrated on waiting for the next game.

But Zhen Jiabao became superstitious as if he went to the doctor in a hurry.

Brother Yang looked at Zhen Jiabao struggling for a long time without any response and couldn't help but asked, Zhen Jiabao raised his head as if he had come to his senses.

"Mr. Yang, please wait a moment, I'll go wash my hands."

Zhen Jiabao turned around arrogantly, with an expression on his face that could not be calm, he walked towards the bathroom that came with the private room.

It must have been because I was unlucky that I dealt a good card and a bad card to the wrong person just now. Zhen Jiabao firmly believed in this idea, thinking that as long as he washed his hands, he would be able to wash away his bad luck.

As long as you change your luck, you will definitely draw a straight flush in the next hand.

Zhen Jiabao secretly cheered herself up in her heart, she couldn't say she wasn't anxious.

After all, the best-of-three gamble has already been lost once, if Zhen Jiabao still draws a bad card in any of the next two gambles——

Then it really became a joke for me to spend a lot of money here today.

After Zhen Jiabao walked into the brightly lit and ornately decorated bathroom, he turned on the faucet, and rubbed his hands seriously under the rushing water.

The hand sanitizer next to her was pressed viciously by Zhen Jiabao with two pumps, and the lemon fragrance exuded from the palm of her hand, which was washed down with the flow of water after the palm was covered with lather.

Zhen Jiabao washed his hands for a full minute, and the cold water washed over Zhen Jiabao's palms and backs, which finally calmed Zhen Jiabao's anxious mood.

Finally feeling that his goal of changing his luck had almost been achieved, Zhen Jiabao finally turned off the faucet and shook his hand, looked at his own reflection in the opposite mirror and took two deep breaths of the rose-scented air.

"Zhen Jiabao, believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to."

Zhen Jiabao made a victory gesture in front of the mirror, cheering himself up.

　Brother Yang saw that Zhen Jiabao's demeanor changed obviously after he came out of the bathroom. He was a little discouraged at first, but after just washing his hands, his fighting spirit became high again.

It's just that no matter how much fighting spirit you have, you can't avoid the fate of losing today.

Brother Yang doesn't care what kind of psychological construction Zhen Jiabao has done for him, after all, even if he can't play a trick, Brother Yang can be sure that with his many years of experience, he can completely suppress Zhen Jiabao at the poker table.

　After Zhen Jiabao washed his hands, he became very confident about dealing cards again, as if he had forgotten how bad cards he had dealt to himself before, and he smiled brilliantly.

As long as I feel grateful when dealing the cards, the god of luck will definitely favor me.

Zhen Jiabao kept hinting in his heart that he would definitely draw a good card this time. After the cards were dealt, he sat on the seat and closed his eyes and crossed his hands to pray for two seconds.

Then, with an expectant and student expression on his face, Zhen Jiabao picked up the three cards in front of him.

Sure enough, good cards——Zhen Jiabao almost cheered after seeing the cards in his hand.

Zhen Jiabao drew a pair of straight cards. Although it was not a straight flush, it still had a high value in this game.

Zhen Jiabao put his cards back on the table, and looked triumphantly at Brother Yang who couldn't see the expression on the opposite side.

This is Yang Ge's consistent performance on the poker table. No matter what cards he gets, he can't express too much joy or disappointment. It is very important to know that emotions are invisible in the gambling game.

However, in Zhen Jiabao's view, this kind of expression of emotion and anger is completely dissatisfied with the cards in his hand. After seeing the cards in his hand, Zhen Jiabao no longer feels that Brother Yang is still lucky enough to win his own. possible.

But in fact, the cards in Brother Yang's hand are really not very good. They are three completely unrelated cards, and the cards are very small.

Compared with Zhen Jiabao, it must have paled in comparison - Yang Ge looked at Zhen Jiabao's happy expression and knew that the cards in her hand were good, so he simply put his own cards on the table.

"I admit defeat in this game."

Brother Yang admitted defeat confidently and without any embarrassment. Zhen Jiabao didn't expect that he could win this round so easily, so he couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

　The idea of ​​washing hands to transfer luck just now was indeed right, otherwise how could he have won a game just after washing his hands.

Zhen Jiabao covered his face with his hands, smelling the smell of hand sanitizer that hadn't dissipated, and felt that the somewhat pungent smell became intoxicating.

Fearing that his newly improved luck would turn bad as time went by, Zhen Jiabao hurriedly started the last gamble without showing his cards.

The final gamble this time was crucial, as it determined whether Zhen Jiabao could bring Li Yu back from the casino.

So before the cards were dealt, Zhen Jiabao specially worshiped the gods and Buddhas of the four directions, and recited all Amitabha and Amen, and it can be said that no gods from the east or the west were let go.

After chanting almost all the gods in his memory, Zhen Jiabao picked up the cards in an incomparably sacred manner, and dealt three cards to himself and Brother Yang.

Brother Yang had been silently watching Zhen Jiabao's operations, and felt that this little girl was so stupid that she was so cute.

Brother Yang stopped doing things like praying to gods and worshiping Buddha many years ago—although it is a common practice to worship gods in casinos, Brother Yang never believed that gods would take care of their shady business.

So the so-called enshrining is just to give oneself some psychological comfort. After all, the means of opening a casino to win money are still relying on those low-end methods.

But looking at Zhen Jiabao's elated look, Brother Yang didn't say anything to interrupt, let alone ridicule.