Just as he described: "stable", the chips on the gambling table were indeed substantial.
Daring to wager tens of millions of US dollars, one definitely couldn't be a nobody.
Lan Peizhi also glanced over at Jiang Chen.
Although she hadn't had much interaction with him, she obviously knew quite a bit about Jiang Chen, but for some reason, she chose not to explain to Song Chaoge.
"Raise 50."
Under their gaze, Jiang Chen tossed out chips, directly omitting the "thousand" after the number.
At this point in the game, it seemed like there was little difference between fifty and five million.
"Call."
"Call."
Song Chaoge casually threw a chip in as well.
His hand wasn't strong, but fifty thousand was still playable.
"Raise fifty."
The Russian tycoon Yevgeny raised the bet.
"Mr. Smith."
The hawk-nosed Englishman toyed with his cigar, "I'll raise by one million."
Since raising required matching the previous bets of all players, he threw in two million US dollars at once!
