Chapter 102: [041] Bet (2)

"Miss Yang, everyone is gambling. If you bet up, aren't you afraid of losing your money?" Murong Yunqing saw her pressured to bet up and asked curiously.
"My mother said, don't get together. I bet there are too many people on the other side, so I'll bet there are fewer people, huh, Mr. Murong, wish me good luck." Yang Zimei's face was harmless, naive She smiled innocently.
Her appearance really deceived many people. Everyone looked at her with sympathy, and thought that such a girl looked so good-looking, how could her mind be so inflexible?
Seeing Yang Zimei's support, Huang Xiongyuan looked at her with a touch.
Song Xuan and Yang Zimei actually bet 100,000 yuan.
"Oh, your teachers and apprentices really are in the same heart!" Murong Yunqing smirked and said, "However, I also want you to win, otherwise my dealer is lost."
There are two million pieces of money to bet, which is much more than the 200,000 yuan. If the wool is really bet, Murong Yunqing, the bookmaker, will lose.
Huang Xiongyuan was about to start calcite, thought about it, put down his knife, and found out his one million-dollar real estate certificate from his pants pocket, and put it in the betting position, "I also bet."
Everyone was still, and looked at Huang Xiongyuan incredibly.
Everyone knows that this one-million-dollar real estate was the one he was going to throw out to cash out his debts, and it was also his last life-saving herb. Now he dare to use it as a bet, it is simply too ...
Unless he is convinced that there are emeralds in the wool.
However, even the most powerful gambler is not able to determine whether there is emerald in a piece of wool. Why does he believe it?
Everyone laughed secretly, and then looked at Huang Xiongyuan with a fool's eyes.
Murong Yun smiled bitterly. "If I really gamble, I will lose a lot."
Indeed, one million is worth ten million!
Yang Zimei had a little sympathy for Murong Yunqing.

Because Huang Xiongyuan's bet was too big this time, when he started to calcite, everyone's eyes and complexion became dignified.
Huang Xiongyuan took a deep breath and calmed down his slightly messy mood.
Whether he will succeed or fail in the future, it depends on this game.
Hopefully, the young girl is his blessing and reverses his bleak life, then he must burn Gao Xiang to worship her as a bodhisattva.
He first cut the wool from all directions as far as peeling, and cut it to the tenth knife, suddenly a bright red from the inside of Baihuahua, like the sunset in the sky.
When everyone's eyes brightened, an excited expression appeared, shouting, "It's green! It's green!"
Huang Xiongyuan saw the bright red, his expression excited, and the hand holding the knife was slightly hesitant.
He picked up water to wash the red interface, and the red color became more beautiful and beautiful.
"Water species red Fei!" The crowd cried again.
Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei side by side, but saw her look still, her eyes had only a slight joy, and there was not much surprise. It seemed to have been predicted that way.
At the same time, Murong Yunqing was also looking at Yang Zimei, with the same mind as Song Xuan thought.
He never really believed in those who could ask questions, and felt that it was just a deceitful trick. Moreover, he couldn't believe that Yang Zimei could predict that the wool would be green.
He still doubted that she had guessed it.
However, even if it is guessed, seeing her 100,000 may change to one million instantly, this kind of richness will be ecstatic for most people, and she only shows a slight joy.
She is only a fifteen year old girl! How can you be as calm as this?