mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 136: Why did he dare to bet after getting 1 point?
Chapter 136: Why did he dare to bet after getting 1 point?
In this game, this is an extremely large and devastating number.
On the brim of Shen Teng's hat, there was also a "9" pasted on it.
There is a "7" above Chen He's head.
The number is neither high nor low, but the odds of winning are definitely not small.
Andy Lau has a "3" above his head, which is a rather dangerous small card.
On Stephen Chow's head, there was a bright red "1".
The absolute minimum score in the entire game.
A hopeless situation with no chance of resistance.
At the card table, all five people looked up at the same time.
They began scanning the red cards in front of each other.
The psychological game had begun in earnest at this moment.
Chen He's eyes immediately fell on Chow Yun-fat.
When Chen He saw the prominent "9" above Chow Yun-fat's head, he instinctively shrank his neck.
too big.
Then, he looked up at the top of Stephen Chow's head.
That "1" is just too eye-catching.
A surge of joy welled up in Chen He's heart.
But he bit his lip hard, absolutely daring not to laugh.
Because he had no idea what number was on his head.
What if I'm a 1 too?
Chen He stared intently into Chow Yun-fat's eyes, trying to glean some clue from the God of Gamblers' face.
Chow Yun-fat waved his folding fan, a mysterious smile on his face that suggested he was completely at ease and understood everything.
"Feed".
Chow Yun-fat suddenly lowered his voice and spoke.
Chen He trembled with fear.
"Little Chen."
Chow Yun-fat smiled and tapped the green velvet table in front of him.
"Brother Fa... Brother Fa, please speak."
Chen He stammered in response.
Chow Yun-fat's gaze lingered on the top of Chen He's head for two seconds.
Then he slowly looked away.
"Your cards seem pretty good."
Chow Yun-fat suddenly chuckled.
Chen He's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He couldn't tell whether Chow Yun-fat was telling the truth or trying to trick him.
Because Chow Yun-fat's current expression looks just like that of a big shot who's holding four Aces and ready to dominate the entire scene.
On the other side, Shen Teng was frantically testing Stephen Chow.
Stephen Chow has a "1" on his head.
This means that even if Stephen Chow's trump card is the highest 10, the total is only 11 points.
The win rate is almost pitifully low.
But what truly horrified Shen Teng was the sheer terror of Stephen Chow's expression.
He had his hands in his pockets and his face was expressionless.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
That extremely deep, empty gaze, seemingly disdainful of everything, didn't look like someone dealt a bad hand at all.
His aura was as if he held an absolute trump card, and he didn't even bother to look at the few ordinary people on the table.
Shen Teng was filled with doubt.
Does Stephen Chow really have 10 in his hand?
That's why he's so steady?
Shen Teng turned his head again and glanced at the "9" above Chow Yun-fat's head.
He knew that Chow Yun-fat had a very high chance of winning this round.
But what Shen Teng couldn't understand was why there was a hint of pity in Chow Yun-fat's eyes when he looked at him.
Shen Teng's mind raced.
Does that mean I have a number 1 above my head?
Or am I 2?
Shen Teng's smile grew increasingly stiff.
He originally intended to use his years of experience on the stage to trick these Hong Kong film stars.
Now, to his dismay, he discovers that his limited facial expression control is utterly insignificant compared to a true movie star.
They don't even need to put on an act.
Just sitting there quietly, that unfathomable aura is enough to make you uneasy.
The atmosphere at the card table was extremely tense.
No one spoke; even breathing could be heard clearly.
Chen He's legs were completely numb under the table.
Chen Yang timed this almost suffocating rhythm perfectly.
"First round of betting, let's begin now."
Chen Yang spoke at a moderate pace, making a perfect entry point.
"Starting from the first person on my left, who is Stephen Chow, let's begin to place our bets."
Swish.
All eyes in the room instantly turned to Stephen Chow.
Even Deng Chao and Zheng Kai on the periphery couldn't help but lean forward.
There's a really bad number "1" stuck to Stephen Chow's head.
In this game, if someone raises the bet even slightly, he has almost no chance of winning.
But he himself was completely unaware of it.
Stephen Chow slowly raised his head and surveyed the entire audience.
His gaze calmly swept over the "7" above Chen He's head.
It swept past the "9" on Chow Yun-fat's head.
The light swept over the "3" on Andy Lau's head.
Finally, the number "9" stopped above Shen Teng's head.
The situation on the field is clear at a glance.
Three overwhelmingly powerful cards and one weak card.
But after seeing all of this...
Stephen Chow's facial muscles didn't twitch at all.
He slowly pulled his right hand out of his hoodie pocket.
He reached out to the tray in front of him containing gold coins.
Shen Teng held his breath, staring intently at Stephen Chow's hand.
Chen He didn't dare to breathe, his eyes wide open.
Stephen Chow slowly and deliberately picked up a chocolate coin with his index and middle fingers.
He did not hesitate at all.
There wasn't even a second of hesitation or pause.
With a light flick of the finger.
With a crisp "ding", it made a sound.
The gold coin traced a very random parabola in mid-air and landed precisely in the transparent acrylic box in the center of the card table.
"and."
Stephen Chow only said one word.
His voice was soft, and he spoke very slowly.
It even carried a hint of languor, as if it had just woken up.
But it was this one sound.
It completely stunned the entire audience.
Suddenly, Deng Chao grabbed Li Chen's arm from the outside, with such force that Li Chen gasped.
Wang Baoqiang's mouth was wide open enough to fit a large duck egg.
Baby covered her mouth, her eyes filled with utter incomprehension.
Stephen Chow has a "1" on his head.
He clearly saw the two "9s" and the one "7"!
Faced with such a terrifying hand, he didn't even blink and placed a bet immediately?!
Chen He sat down next to Stephen Chow.
He watched as the gold coin wobbled and came to a stop in the box.
A violent earthquake visibly occurred in the pupils.
It’s over.
In an instant, only these two words remained in Chen He's mind.
Stephen Chow had the lowest card number, 1, yet he still dared to place a bet decisively despite having so many big hands.
In Chen He's logic, there is only one explanation.
The blue card in Stephen Chow's hand is extremely powerful!
It was so big that he could completely ignore the 9s on the desktop!
But... wait a minute.
Chen He suddenly shivered.
Or perhaps Stephen Chow actually saw the number above my head?
Does that mean I have a number 1 above my head?
Am I the lowest-ranking, worst-performing player in the entire game?
No, no, no, Brother Chow just smiled and said my cards were good.
Was Chow Yun-fat lying to me from the very beginning?
Are you setting me up?!
Chen He's thoughts were like a tangled mess of knots.
He felt that his intelligence was completely insufficient for this table.
Sitting on the other side, Shen Teng's facial expression control had completely failed at this point.
He stared blankly at Stephen Chow.
His eyes were filled with shock and self-doubt.
After Stephen Chow finished throwing in the coins, he didn't even look at any of their reactions.
His hand slowly and leisurely retreated back into his hoodie pocket.
He was still keeping his head down.
It was still that same world-weary, profound gaze.
Chen He and Shen Teng swallowed at the same time.
Looking at Stephen Chow's extremely confident demeanor, as if he wouldn't flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
The others instantly formed a firm belief.
The number on the blue card in Stephen Chow's hand must be incredibly high.