Jiang Minghao's words left everyone in a daze.
Only now did they realize why Jiang Minghao used poker to make Zhou Wang's acquaintance. Indeed... Zhou Wang's seemingly reckless playing style exuded an air of "supremacy."
"And yet he manages to win... it's quite interesting."
Jiang Minghao murmured, his expression still indifferent, but in a place unnoticed by others, the cigar in his hand had twisted into a shapeless mass.
...
"Send me an account number, preferably a company account."
Qiu Zeyu, leaning against the wall, saw Zhou Wang emerging from the restroom and said to him.
"Account number?"
After washing his hands, Zhou Wang took the tissue handed over by the maid with surprise, asking, "What for?"
"Prize cash-in."
Qiu Zeyu softly uttered four words.
"How much?"
Zhou Wang was taken aback.
"How many points did you win?"
"...Alright, alright, so this is how you all play?"
