Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 450 of 501
The clerk found nothing strange about Heng's reluctance to apply for membership. All sorts of people gambled here—even the sons of celebrities and dignitaries from various Asian countries, who naturally had no wish to leave a paper trail by joining any membership scheme.
As Yang Ce picked up the chips, a dedicated attendant came over. "Sir, would you like to go up to the VIP room on the upper floor? There's better service there."
"What, can't I play down here?" Yang Wenru frowned and gave the attendant a look.
"Of course not, sir. It's just that your chip denomination is rather large. For your safety and a better gaming experience, we recommend the upper floor," the attendant hurriedly explained.
"No need. I'll play right here," Yang Ce said with a wave of his hand.
"Very well then. Enjoy your game." Seeing Yang Ce's unfriendly tone, the attendant naturally said no more.
"Boss, don't tell me you bought a hundred million in chips!" Zhang Bin's eyes were about to pop out of his head.
"Is that a lot? Heh. There'll be more in a little while," Yang Hengye said with a laugh.
Wang Mei was secretly astonished. Just who on earth was this Yang Ce? How was he so rich? Earlier, when he had thrown out tens of millions, Wang Mei had already thought it was a great deal, and had privately wondered whether Yang Juehuan's net worth had already passed a hundred million.
But now it seemed she had vastly underestimated him. Yang Ce was far beyond a mere hundred million—casually producing a hundred million to exchange for gambling chips was simply unimaginable.
Back when she had followed Liu Jihao, Wang Mei had felt she had already stepped into the life of high society, enjoying ample spiritual and material comforts. Only now did she realize that had been utterly insignificant in comparison.
Yang Cenbin and his group were the truly wealthy ones. It now seemed this Yang Juehuan's net worth was in no way inferior to Huang Yan's family.
"Boss, didn't you say gambling is bad? Then why exchange so many chips? What if you lose?" Fortunately, Zhang Bin hadn't lost his head—he still knew to worry about the money.
"There's a kind of person who never loses," Yang Puqi said with a straight face.
"What kind of person?" Zhang Bin instinctively followed up.
"Your boss—me," Yang Ce said, pointing at himself with an air of insufferable swagger.
"Huh?" Zhang Bin was dumbfounded.
"Because your boss is the God of Gamblers," Yang Yuting said with a nod, putting on a profoundly mysterious look.
Yang Yongjin ignored Zhang Bin's reaction and, taking Huang Yan by the hand, led her into the casino. Huang Yan was not at all surprised by Yang Juehuan's spending; her family was wealthy to begin with, and a hundred million or so was nothing remarkable.
What's more, Huang Yan did not care in the least whether Yang Moyi had money. As long as she was happy, that was enough. In any case, Huang Yan felt that Yang Cenbin was a very good boyfriend—he gave her a feeling of being moved that she had never known since childhood.
Yang Ce casually scanned all the entertainment on offer in the casino. Since he was pressed for time, he had to find a game with high odds and fast rounds.
In the end, Yang Ce's gaze came to rest on the big-and-small dice game.
Yang Ce walked straight over to the big-and-small table and casually found a seat.
"Place your bets, no taking them back!" the dealer said to the surrounding bettors after shaking the dice.
Yang Ce glanced at the dice beneath the bowl—one, one, three. Five points, small. Yang Ce tossed his hundred-million chip straight onto the table and bet on small.
"Ah!" A gasp rippled through the crowd. A hundred-million chip—surely that was a joke? Here in the downstairs hall, the most one ever saw were thousand-yuan chips; even hundred-thousand chips were rare. And the chips Yang Ce threw down were ten of a thousand yuan each?