Zhao An didn't reveal his cards immediately. Instead, he leisurely smoked a cigarette, observing the other three players' hands. They weren't as good as expected; they were mostly disjointed, unrelated cards. Zhao An's hand, on the other hand, was incredibly strong: the ten of hearts, the jack of hearts, the queen of hearts, and the king of hearts. With that hand, drawing a nine or an ace would be a sure win.

Seeing Zhao An's hand, Xu Chun's eyes turned red. It was clearly a losing proposition. He nudged his subordinate, Lao Ba, who understood and made arrangements. He knew he was going to lose this round, and if he lost, he'd cheat. It wasn't like he hadn't lost before; winning meant leaving, losing meant cheating—it was a common tactic.

Seeing Xu Chun's subtle movements, Zhao An sneered, "You're not a sore loser, are you? Tsk tsk, what a pity. Such a narrow-minded approach, no wonder you'll never amount to anything."

"What did you say! How can I be a sore loser!" Xu Chun was sweating profusely, showing how nervous he was. This was a gamble with most of his future, and Zhao An's stakes were just too tempting. The new energy industry—whoever could get their hands on that stuff was practically invincible.

That was indeed true. Zhao An knew that in his previous life, a car brand had made a fortune using this kind of gimmick. As a top-tier playboy, Xu Chun, if not top-tier, was certainly first-rate, and naturally, he could sense the business opportunity.

"I said some people just can't afford to lose. Why are you so insecure? What are you afraid of? Are you stinking? Do you have shit on you?" Zhao An continued to mock, giving him no room to maneuver. Want to seduce his woman? Then you'd better be prepared to have your wife slept with instead.

"Let's reveal the cards. It's just a small amount of money, no big deal. It's mainly for fun, and a little birthday present for Qingyang. A celebration is fine too." Huang Yu knew he'd lost, but it didn't bother him. It would be annoying, but compared to that, he'd rather hear about new ways to make money.

Zhao An revealed his cards: an Ace of Hearts, a straight flush, crushing the three opponents. "Sorry, I was lucky, I won again. Xu Chun, thanks for the bet. Don't worry, I won't ruin it. By the way, judging from your expression, it seems like you're planning to default on your debts, right?"

At that moment, a security guard walked in and whispered something in Bai Qingyang's ear.

Bai Qingyang glared at Xu Chun. "Your men were electrocuted upstairs. Don't run around. I've already sent people to the hospital."

Xu Chun's face paled. He glared angrily at Zhao An. "Did you do it?"

"Fuck your mother! Get lost! Pay up!" Zhao An, of course, wouldn't admit it.

"A real man should be responsible for his actions. It was you who did it, wasn't it? You cheated!" Xu Chun started to deny it, refusing to admit anything. It was better to be humiliated now than to go back and be insulted. If that happened, the Southwest Chamber of Commerce would be in chaos. His aunt and cousin were both used as tools in arranged marriages, but he had given them to Zhao An as stakes. This was very intriguing. What if next time he sent their wives away too?

Just thinking about it made the consequences unimaginable; the impact would be terrible, even terrifying.

Zhao An exhaled a smoke ring. "I'll be your mother. Get lost, you can't take a loss, huh? No problem, you'll obediently hand over the money. Now get lost, don't interfere with our business."

"You! I'll beat you to death!" Xu Chun was about to make a move but was stopped; naturally, he wouldn't let him act recklessly.

Lin Xiao also walked over. "It was just a joke, don't take it seriously, Zhao An, give me some face, just treat it as a joke."

"Who do you think you are? When your grandmother had an accident, you were begging me to help with medical treatment. Tch, now you're using me and then discarding me? Get lost. I'll fuck your wife, then apologize to you, and you won't mind, would you?" Zhao An didn't hesitate to criticize the eldest son of the Lin family. Face? From the moment the other party told him not to take the bet, he had already shown him no face.

Lin Xiao's eyes turned incredibly fierce. "So you mean there's no room for negotiation? Young man, don't be so competitive; you'll suffer a great loss."

"Get lost! Stop pretending to be so high and mighty. See you in the business world." Zhao An impatiently waved his hand, showing no respect whatsoever. Bai Qingyang stepped in as a peacemaker, "Alright, give me some face and stop talking. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Xu Chun, it's fine if you don't pay, it just proves your character is bad. Lin Xiao, you want to stand up for him, right?"

"Heh, we're family, of course I'll help him. Xu Chun, let's go." Lin Xiao sneered as he passed by, "Zhao An, some things are not for you to say. Be careful, don't think you can swagger around like that."

"Oh, I'm also looking forward to seeing you begging outside. Heh, just you wait, trash. Today you're one of the Four Young Masters, tomorrow you'll be worse than a beggar." Zhao An sneered, too lazy to even say a word to this blind good-for-nothing.

It was a clash of titans, and tonight's bombshells kept coming one after another. Zhao An, back in the Bai family, was incredibly arrogant, yet no one could do anything about it. Some people are just too low-key, but they still get noticed.

Huang Yu, with his magnanimous spirit, said, "I always keep my word. Come to my company tomorrow to sign the contract."

"Me too, come to my company to sign the transfer contract." Fang Shunli lit a cigarette; tonight was certainly exciting. "Let's talk about something else then."

"I'm not interested in these things, Brother Qingyang. Just send someone to follow up, and I'll get the cash back later." Zhao An had no interest in real estate; he had plenty of houses, even a villa. What was this?

"Okay, I'll send someone to follow up." Bai Qingyang smiled. This was a reciprocal gesture; both sides got what they wanted, no conflict, minimal conflict, just making money. Although it was their first collaboration, it was very pleasant.

"There are many ways to make money: huge profits from a single transaction, small profits from multiple transactions. I'm talking about the latter method: small profits, quick turnover. Have you heard of shared bicycles?" Zhao An took a swig of red wine, exhaled a smoke ring, and his smile gradually became more unrestrained.

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