"Thank you, I don't drink."
In the Jiangnan region where he commanded power like a storm, Geng Long worked like a waiter, pouring wine for the two newcomers.
Cao Jinse politely refused, her every word and action exuding the breeding and refinement of one born to privilege.
When it was Jiang Chen's turn, he behaved just as courteously, not sitting with overbearing confidence, but standing up to take the wine bottle himself, "I can pour my own."
"Brother Jiang, that game of poker in Las Vegas last time, I still remember it vividly. I've been looking forward to another match with you. Do you have any time coming up? I could gather some friends and arrange a game."
Song Chaoge initiated the conversation.
A straight flush against a royal flush, an unforgettable encounter for anyone.
Last time Jiang Chen won over a hundred million US Dollars, he knew it wasn't by his own skill.
One can be confident, but not arrogant.