Jiang Minghao’s words left everyone in a daze.
Only now did they realize why Jiang Minghao used poker to make Zhou Wang’s acquaintance. Indeed... Zhou Wang’s seemingly reckless playing style exuded an air of "supremacy."
"And yet he manages to win... it’s quite interesting."
Jiang Minghao murmured, his expression still indifferent, but in a place unnoticed by others, the cigar in his hand had twisted into a shapeless mass.
"Send me an account number, preferably a company account."
Qiu Zeyu, leaning against the wall, saw Zhou Wang emerging from the restroom and said to him.
After washing his hands, Zhou Wang took the tissue handed over by the maid with surprise, asking, "What for?"
Qiu Zeyu softly uttered four words.
Zhou Wang was taken aback.
"How many points did you win?"
"...Alright, alright, so this is how you all play?"
Only then did Zhou Wang realize the nature behind the "competitive entertainment" and, after a moment of bewilderment, couldn’t help but exclaim, "Damn it, if you had told me earlier, it wouldn’t have been so stupid for me to go all in!"
"I thought you knew..."
Qiu Zeyu muttered, feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief.
Are you starting to get scared now?
Zhou Wang indeed felt a bit nervous; heck, if he had known he could really lose money, he wouldn’t have gone all in like a fool!
For him now, millions were indeed not a trivial amount...
No wonder everyone at the poker table looked at him so strangely!
At the time, Zhou Wang thought, isn’t it just a bunch of numbers? What’s with the cowardice?
Zhou Wang pondered for a moment and then truly sent Qiu Zeyu an account number.
"Wang Foundation?" Qiu Zeyu was taken aback upon seeing it, "Is this...?"
"A charity foundation I established myself, thanks to everyone’s contributions... Brother Yu, remember to make a list for me; I need to thank these donors later."
Zhou Wang said with a smile.
After realizing, Qiu Zeyu also laughed and pointed at Zhou Wang, "You’re quite a character, brother!"
After a burst of laughter, during their walk back to the room, Qiu Zeyu couldn’t help but speak softly:
"Brother, are you really going to refuse Jiang Minghao?"
"I’ve already refused."
"But that’s Jiang Minghao, brother, you’re impressive... To be honest, I might be tempted by his proposal, even though our families don’t really get along." Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Qiu Zeyu shook his head, feeling somewhat emotional.
"He may have good intentions, or maybe he’s set a trap, but it doesn’t matter anymore."
Zhou Wang simply said, "I don’t like things beyond my control, nor do I like leaving my fate in someone else’s hands... if he gives me the controlling stake in Mingchuang Capital, I might consider."
"Brother, you really are..."
Faced with Zhou Wang’s "arrogance," Qiu Zeyu didn’t know what to say, choosing to give Zhou Wang a thumbs-up instead.
Zhou Wang was about to respond when his phone vibrated. He picked it up, furrowing his brow and coming to a halt.
The message was from an unknown number based in Yangcheng:
"Zhou Wang, it’s Cheng Yiyi, I’ve had too much to drink, could you come keep me company? I have so much to say to you..."
"I’m waiting for you in the guest room at the corner on the first floor, I’m feeling terrible, please come quickly..."
Seeing Zhou Wang’s expression change, Qiu Zeyu couldn’t help but ask:
"Brother, what’s wrong?"
Zhou Wang didn’t respond immediately, first calling Song Rui. After hearing the busy signal indicating "no answer," he squinted his eyes.
"I’m not sure, but it seems... something interesting has happened."