bestfiction Chapter 1259 Why bother arguing with a poor wretch?
Chapter 1259 Why bother arguing with a poor wretch?
Da Bao reached out and stopped the enraged Arthur, saying contemptuously.
Why bother arguing with a poor wretch?
"Poor wretch?"
Not only did the Murdoch brothers laugh, but the wealthy onlookers also burst into laughter. Who in all of Europe would dare to say that the Garcia family was poor? Although they weren't richer than a country, they were certainly wealthy. Among the wealthy people present, there were very few who could casually produce 500,000 pounds.
Da Bao sat on the chair with his legs crossed and clapped his hands.
Uncle Qing walked up with small, quick steps, carrying a large suitcase in each hand. The suitcases looked quite heavy.
Da Bao waved his hand, and Uncle Qing forcefully placed the two boxes on the table. One of the boxes was placed on the gambling table, and the sturdy oak gambling table creaked.
Uncle Qing bowed respectfully and said.
"Young master, which currency would you like to use? I just grabbed a box of pounds and a box of gold. We have a little bit of francs at home, but the most we have is US dollars..."
As he spoke, he opened two suitcases. One suitcase was neatly filled with pounds sterling, and the other was full of gold bars.
Da Bao pointed at the British pounds and said.
"This box contains about two million. Let's just have a small bet today, and bet on this much."
He waved his hand, signaling Uncle Qing to take the gold bricks back. The wealthy man and the Murdoch brothers beside him remained silent, while several waiters stood at the window, staring in horror at the money, their eyes filled with greed.
Arthur laughed triumphantly. He hadn't expected Da Bao to be so rich. It seemed that his benefactor's desire to buy HSBC Holdings was not just empty talk.
The Murdoch brothers exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile in their eyes. They traveled around Europe every day, frequenting casinos most often, and had amassed a considerable fortune over the years thanks to their superb card skills.
Even so, seeing two million pounds still makes one envious.
Desley and Susanna looked at Da Bao with complicated expressions. To be honest, although Sophia was a princess, she belonged to a fallen royal family. Her family was not wealthy anymore, and her husband had been ill for a long time, so they lived a very frugal life. Otherwise, they wouldn't have moved to the countryside.
Desley's father and Susanna's mother, who were half-siblings of Sophia, had helped each other out, which is how they managed to survive.
Unexpectedly, news came that their daughter, who had been missing for eighteen years, had married into the Chinese royal family, and was incredibly wealthy.
It seems Princess Sofia's life is about to get better; she'll be able to return to high society from that small town.
The chips have arrived. The Murdoch brothers and Desley each have 500,000 chips, while Da Bao, finding the constant switching troublesome, directly exchanged for 2 million.
Caribbean Poker is similar to Texas Hold'em. Four players are dealt two cards each, and then the five cards are placed face down in the center of the table. The card ranking is the same as in Stud Poker, with the highest ranking being a straight flush.
Da Bao had never played this kind of poker before, but he had watched others play Texas Hold'em in his past life. With the added advantage of his awareness, he could see everyone's cards clearly, making it very difficult for him to lose.
Da Bao isn't as patient as people in movies and TV dramas, playing the long game. He wants to strike the enemy right from the start and keep striking until they're beyond hope.
In the first hand, Da Bao's hole cards were two small sixes. The other three players also had good hands: Mo Ke Duo had AK of spades, Locke had a ten and a queen, and Bai Si Li had two small fives.
Murdoch bid first. His two cards were of the same suit, which allowed him to bet on a flush with the five cards below him, or even a straight flush. At the very least, he could bet on a pair or two pair.
Murdoch started with a bid of £100. It was agreed beforehand that each bid would be at least £100, with no upper limit.
Locke followed, and when he got to Da Bao's place, he casually picked up 10,000 chips and threw them in, saying lazily.
"A poor bastard is a poor bastard. No way, I have to finish them off quickly so that I don't get my scumbag reputation on me."
Murdoch had long since lost his temper. The man casually pulled out two million dollars and a box of gold bars. The rich were incredibly wealthy; he couldn't compare.
Daisy didn't change anything, but called with 10,000. Merck thought for a moment, looked at his hole cards, and could only call. Locke, however, folded his cards and didn't call.
The two brothers, Locke and Murdoch, were both quite shrewd. Locke listened to Murdoch on many things. When the waiter shuffled the cards, Locke had already memorized the position of the cards being dealt. Although not entirely accurate, he could get it about 70-80% right.
Don't underestimate those seven or eight points; with them, the two brothers won quite a bit of money in European casinos.
The three cards were revealed: a small six, a spade ten, and a spade egg. Murdoch was overjoyed. He glanced at Locke, who picked at his ear with his thumb. This was their secret signal, meaning it was okay to call.
Of course you can call. With Murdoch's hand, you can bet on a flush, a straight flush, or at worst, a pair. Even if you have a three of a kind, it will be beaten by a flush.
Murdoch picked up 10,000 chips and threw them on the table, then looked at Desley triumphantly. Desley cursed and folded.
Da Bao curled his lip, his disdainful look was really annoying. He picked up a 100,000 yuan chip, tapped it on the table, and then threw it on the gambling table.
"A poor wretch is a poor wretch. He treats chips worth ten or eight thousand as if they were real money. He's got a lot of stinginess about him. Ten thousand."
"Alas……"
Murdoch was so angry he was practically spitting fire. He was breathing heavily through his nose when he grabbed 100,000 chips and threw them on the gambling table.
The nobles and wealthy people watching the spectacle couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. What was going on? The first hand had already bet over two hundred thousand pounds. This was quite a start; it seemed like there was going to be some excitement today.
The fourth card was dealt, a spade. Merck was relieved; he had a flush. If the next card was a jack of spades, he would have a sure win.
Da Bao remained nonchalant, humming a little tune and shaking his head, not paying any attention to the cards on the table.
To lull Big Bao into a false sense of security, Murdoch refrained from betting, implying that his hand was weak.
Da Bao, however, didn't tolerate him and threw out two chips directly.
"Two hundred thousand."
Murdoch stared intently at Da Bao's cards, his mind racing. Da Bao had at most a straight, and even a flush wouldn't beat him.
Based on the current hand, unless Da Bao has four sixes, he has no chance of winning. But he doesn't believe Da Bao has two sixes, so he grits his teeth and puts 200,000 chips on the table.
"I'll follow!"