"Jiang Chen..."
Zheng Jingjing looked at the astonishingly outspoken young man in disbelief.
Had the private room not been quiet enough, she would have suspected she was hallucinating.
Eighty-six million, we lost...
Did this guy drink too much counterfeit alcohol?
No, that's not right.
Just now he seemed to be only eating and not drinking.
Zhong Yongfeng and the other rich young masters were also stunned in bewilderment.
To put it bluntly, if it had been up to them to pay this sum, not a single one could come up with the money.
Compared to the small fry bets on the gambling table before, eighty-million-plus was more than enough to cause a severe strain on their families!
Pretending to be a fat cat when actually being a swollen-faced pauper?
From the game of Texas Hold'em we played just now, this guy was definitely not stupid; he shouldn't be foolish enough to show off in such a situation.
So that means...
He can really come up with that much money!
