Charity Ball (8)

Wesley thought for a moment, then decided he needed Apple's help. "Apple, how can I beat him?"

"It's very difficult. We are not prepared, so if you want to win the card game, you need to cut the cards and give him a bigger hand at the same time so that he will continue to follow." Apple's could only think of this method. No one cut the cards for the entire game tonight, but fortunately, Wesley is in the last position, so he can cut the last hand. It doesn't matter if someone in front of him does it.

After the dealer shuffled the cards, everyone threw in the bets as usual. Then, they asked if they wanted to cut the cards. They were not professional gamblers, so no one bothered, but it was different for Wesley.

"Since it's the best one, I'll see if my luck is really that good today. I'll cut a hand." Wesley then cut the cards. No one cared about Wesley's actions at all. If he lost, so be it. It didn't matter if he was really capable.

The dealer began to hand out the cards. After each person had two cards in their hand, they began to bet. Since it was said to be the best round, starting with the first Donald Trump, they directly pressed all the chips down and began to hand out the public cards.

When all five public cards were shown, Wesley spoke again. "I wonder if you can allow me to raise the stakes?"

Robert Merck glanced at Wesley and then said, "Looks like you have a lot of cards. I won't follow." He was the first to give up, and then two more people didn't follow, leaving David Koch and Gilson Marbury alone.

David Koch might really not like Wesley today. At the same time, he had three cards in his hand, so he was confident. "Since you want to raise the stakes, I'll accompany you."

Gilson Marbury hesitated. He was short of money to begin with. If he gave up this round, he would lose 200 million. He touched the ring on his finger. Wesley was very concerned about his action.

Wesley didn't understand why he was wearing the alien ring. Didn't he want to sell it? At the same time, he probably hadn't been in possession for long. There was no way he could have developed such a habit, unless he had worn a ring before, but based on the condition of his fingers, it didn't seem like it.

Actually, Gilson Marbury was also hesitating. He was short of money and wanted to develop it independently at the same time. Now that the property prices are rising, if he succeeds this time, his assets can exceed 10 billion. He is a man who cares about his face. His assets are above 10 billion. This temptation is very great for him. He wanted to sell the ring on his hand, but he liked it very much.

It was a close-fitting self-defense weapon, and its power was not bad. At the same time, the equipment on Earth could not detect it. He could not bear to sell such a good thing. He had a lot of cards. It was a flush. He was basically guaranteed to win, as long as nothing went wrong.

"Okay, I'll play along. I wonder how much Mr. Gibson would like to raise?"

Wesley looked at his chips. It was another five hundred million. At the same time, he still had a check for two hundred million in his pocket. "Then five hundred million will do. Make it a round number. What do you think?"

David Koch was stunned. How dare this young man play so big? Was he really playing with dollars? Everyone was shocked. Although they were all billionaires, those were assets. Now they were playing with cash.

The chips in front of Wesley were his capital. These were all solid cash, unless the loser didn't pay up. David Koch thought about firing the check for 500 million dollars and throwing it on the table, and Gilson Marbury was a little afraid. If he really won, everything would be fine, and the funding problem would be solved. If he lost, he would have to find an investment or a loan. As for how much the ring could be sold, he didn't know.

"Okay, I'll follow." Gilson Marbury wanted to take a gamble. Anyway, he still had a way out. He directly wrote a check for 500 million dollars, which was part of his construction money. Wesley wanted to take a gamble. If he won, everything would be fine. If he lost, he would not go bankrupt.

The other three were surprised by their high-stakes gamble. People of their status shouldn't be so irrational, and they didn't know if Wesley liked to gamble or did it on purpose.

David Koch opened the cards. The biggest card was three. Gilson Marbury laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm a flush. I don't suppose Mr. Gibson is bigger than mine?"

Wesley raised his eyebrows and then said, "That's not necessarily true. I have a straight flush." Wesley turned over two cards. After the dealer combination, it happened to be a straight flush. Texas Hold'em was a combination of five cards and two cards, so when a flush appeared, it was also easy to have a straight flush. Gilson Marbury was stunned. Today, he lost 700 million dollars.

David Koch didn't care. He signed another check for $100 million and lost another $700 million. "Not bad, young man. I thought you were bluffing, but I didn't expect you to be so capable. At first, when I saw the sweat on your forehead, I thought you were holding on. I didn't expect you to be so good at cards. When do you have time to go to Las Vegas to play?"

Wesley didn't know. Others were well aware that David Koch was a regular in Las Vegas, where he was well connected. If Wesley went, there was no telling how much he would lose.

The other three people all wrote a check for 100 million. Then, without saying anything else, they got up and left. Wesley looked at David Koch and smiled. "Mr. Koch, you want to fight again in a different place. No problem. I want to see Las Vegas when I have the chance. I have never been there in my life."

David Koch also got up and took his leave. Wesley looked at the check in his hand and smiled. He had been too poor recently, and now he had solved his financial problem. Beside him, Gilson Marbury rolled his eyes and then watched the others leave before he said, "Mr. Gibson is so lucky. One night is more than others earn in their entire lives."

Wesley laughed out loud. "Haha… Mr. Marbury, I have to thank you for the reception. How can I make money without such an occasion? To tell you the truth, if Tony hadn't come, I wouldn't have dared to bet with you, because I don't even have a principal. I'm so poor."

The fat on Gilson Marbury's fat face jiggled a few times. So this guy was trying to gain something without risking anything. "Mr. Gibson is indeed bold. He still dares to raise the stakes in such a situation."

"What am I afraid of? Anyway, the money won by you in the end. I won't feel bad if I lose." Wesley's words were infuriating.