The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert-Chapter 608 - 605: Losing Control in Anger (1)

Ling Chen chose the blackjack table, a relatively simple gambling game that mainly relies on luck, with not much skill involved.

"Fatty." Ling Chen patted Hu Fei on the shoulder and said, "Go get me two million in chips."

With a face full of resentment, Hu Fei glanced at Ling Chen. Out of consideration for Yang Chengfeng who was still beside them, he suppressed his heartache, didn’t say a word, and obediently ran to the chip exchange to get two million in chips.

Seeing Ling Chen exchange so much in chips at once, Yang Chengfeng couldn’t help but advise, "Mr. Ling, small bets make for good fun, but big bets harm the body. It’s fine to play, but there’s no need to bet so big."

"President Yang, what’s the usual bet size here?"

"It depends on the person. There are ones in thousands, tens of thousands, and commonly in hundreds of thousands. If it’s winning or losing over a million, then you have to go to the VIP room. There, the minimum bet starts at a million, with no ceiling. As long as you have money, you can bet as big as you want. However, to play in the VIP room, you must receive an invitation from the host. My usual betting is around several hundred thousand, I’ve never been to the VIP room, and I’m not interested in burning money in that kind of place."

After hearing Yang Chengfeng’s explanation, Ling Chen immediately lost interest in the game before him. Winning or losing just tens of thousands, when would that be enough to gather forty million? Since he was here, he had to bet big.

Hu Fei could understand Ling Chen’s thoughts and said, "Try your luck first, and if it’s not working out, I’ll take over."

"Alright then." Ling Chen glanced at the just-started betting round on the table, and casually threw down a chip. Fifty thousand!

The dealer dealt the cards, one face-up and one face-down.

The face-up card was a King, and the face-down card was a seven, totaling seventeen points. Although not yet twenty-one, it was not far off, neither good nor bad.

Blackjack is about who has the total value of cards nearest to twenty-one, and going over means busting out, losing straight away.

After dealing two cards, Ling Chen, as the player, could choose to draw more cards or not. After some thought, he decided to pass, not taking any more cards. Seventeen points was already quite high; now it was just a matter of what the dealer had.

When no one else wanted more cards, the dealer began to reveal his hand: a ten, a three, and another seven, totaling twenty points, higher than all the other players at the table.

In less than two or three minutes, fifty thousand was gone, causing Hu Fei, who was watching, to feel incredibly pained.

In less than half an hour, Ling Chen played five rounds, losing each and every one without a single win, whittling down the two million in chips by two to three hundred thousand.

"Why don’t I take over, your luck is awful." Hu Fei couldn’t stand to watch anymore; at this rate, two million wouldn’t be enough to lose.

"Enough, stop nagging. If you didn’t talk so much, would I lose?" Ling Chen responded, clearly irritated.

With that said, not waiting for Hu Fei to say anything more, Ling Chen, clutching the remaining chips, headed straight for the one hundred thousand betting table.

He threw down two hundred thousand in chips without even blinking and immediately asked the dealer to deal the cards.

However, even after changing tables, Ling Chen’s luck didn’t turn, and he continued to lose. In less than half an hour, the chips had dwindled by four-fifths.

Looking at the mere thirty thousand chips he had left, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and threw them all onto the table.

"Don’t do it..."

"Shut up!" Ling Chen snapped at Hu Fei.

Damn it! His luck today was truly terrible. He’d come here aiming to win money, but kept losing instead; even the usually composed Ling Chen couldn’t help but get anxious.

Hu Fei held no hope for Ling Chen’s rash move, staring intently at Ling Chen’s hand. A nine and a seven, totaling sixteen points, a very small chance of winning.

Ling Chen swept a glance at the calm croupier and said in a deep voice, "Deal again!"

The croupier smiled faintly and passed a card over to Ling Chen. The card was revealed—a Queen. That made twenty-six points, busted. Two million all lost in an instant.

"Damn!" Ling Chen raised his fist and hammered down hard on the table, cursing, "I just can’t believe I can’t win even a single hand today. Go, get me another three million."

Hu Fei couldn’t help but advise, "Maybe you shouldn’t, your luck today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Chen suddenly raised his foot and kicked fiercely at Hu Fei while cursing angrily, "Just go when I tell you to. What’s with all the nonsense? If you keep whining, do you believe I’ll slap you?"

For a moment, the attention of everyone in the casino was drawn by Ling Chen’s voice. Everyone looked over, pointing and discussing animatedly.

Seeing Ling Chen red-eyed from his losses and picking a fight with his friend, Yang Chengfeng hurriedly said, "Mr. Ling, it’s just for fun, no need to get angry. You’ve been playing for so long; you must be tired. How about we sit at the bar for a while, and have a drink to quench your thirst?"

"I’m not going!" Ling Chen raised his arm and brushed Yang Chengfeng’s hand away, pointing at Hu Fei and continuing to scold, "I’m giving you one minute to bring me ten million in chips. If you give me any more lip, don’t blame me for turning on you. President Yang, how much I lose is my business, it’s not for you to worry about."

Hearing this, Yang Chengfeng’s expression stiffened, surprised by Ling Chen’s lack of courtesy.

At this moment, Hu Fei patted the spot where Ling Chen had kicked him and, with a dark expression, walked over to the chip exchange. Shortly after, ten million in chips were delivered to Ling Chen.

"Another round!"

Ling Chen shouted at the croupier, directly tossing down a million in chips.

"This..."

The croupier said embarrassedly, "Sir, the maximum bet for this table is five hundred thousand. We can’t take a million."

"Damn! What are you trying to say? Say that again." Ling Chen bellowed, face flushed with anger, "I’ve got plenty of money. I’ll bet as much as I want. If you can’t handle it, then don’t run a casino here and just get the hell out."

After being berated by Ling Chen, the croupier’s face turned quite sour. He had seen gamblers lose their cool before, but never one so lacking in manners.

At this point, the other gamblers around were watching the commotion with interest, wondering how the casino would handle it.

"President Yang."

At that moment, a genial middle-aged man approached with a smile, coming up to Yang Chengfeng.

"Manager Luo."

Recognizing the newcomer, Yang Chengfeng immediately identified him as the person in charge of the casino, Luo Haiou.

"President Yang, I’ve been told by the staff that the gentleman is a friend you brought?"

Yang Chengfeng nodded with an embarrassed look, apologetically saying, "Manager Luo, I’m really sorry. My friend has a bit of a temper, I hope you can forgive him."

"It’s okay," Luo Haiou said with a smile, "I’ve seen many guests like him. President Yang, your friend looks familiar; I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere. Could you introduce me?"

"He’s Ling Chen, he works for the Hongyu Group."

"Ling Chen..." Luo Haiou muttered to himself, a glint of recognition flashing in his eyes, as the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"Is he the boyfriend of Miss Nanrong, the Chairman of the Hongyu Group, Ling Chen?"

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