The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

Ling Chen chose the blackjack table, a relatively simple gambling game that mainly relies on luck, with not much skill involved. "Fatty." Ling Chen patted Hu Fei on the shoulder and said, "Go get me two million in chips."

With a face full of resentment, Hu Fei glanced at Ling Chen. Out of consideration for Yang Chengfeng who was still beside them, he suppressed his heartache, didn’t say a word, and obediently ran to the chip exchange to get two million in chips.

Seeing Ling Chen exchange so much in chips at once, Yang Chengfeng couldn’t help but advise, "Mr. Ling, small bets make for good fun, but big bets harm the body. It’s fine to play, but there’s no need to bet so big."

"President Yang, what’s the usual bet size here?"

"It depends on the person. There are ones in thousands, tens of thousands, and commonly in hundreds of thousands. If it’s winning or losing over a million, then you have to go to the VIP room. There, the minimum bet starts at a million, with no ceiling. As long as you have money, you can bet as big as you want. However, to play in the VIP room, you must receive an invitation from the host. My usual betting is around several hundred thousand, I’ve never been to the VIP room, and I’m not interested in burning money in that kind of place."

After hearing Yang Chengfeng’s explanation, Ling Chen immediately lost interest in the game before him. Winning or losing just tens of thousands, when would that be enough to gather forty million? Since he was here, he had to bet big.

Hu Fei could understand Ling Chen’s thoughts and said, "Try your luck first, and if it’s not working out, I’ll take over."

"Alright then." Ling Chen glanced at the just-started betting round on the table, and casually threw down a chip. Fifty thousand!

The dealer dealt the cards, one face-up and one face-down.