"A bet?"
Gao Ning immediately laughed, looking down on Ye Ling with disdain, "What will you bet with me? That broken Chery of yours? Or these street stall clothes on your back?"
"That's for me to worry about. I can afford to lose, I'm just afraid you don't have the guts to bet," Ye Ling said.
"What kind of bet?" Gao Ning sneered.
Betting with someone who drives a Chery, and he wouldn't dare? What a joke!
"I don't know much about gambling on stones, you suggest something," Ye Ling spread his hands.
Upon hearing this, the waiter Han Lin immediately tugged at Ye Ling's clothes, worriedly saying, "You dare to bet without any knowledge? Isn't that just throwing money away? This Gao Ning is an expert at gambling on stones; many people have lost to him, and it's said that Gao Ning made his fortune through gambling on stones. You better not bet."
"It's okay," Ye Ling shook his head.
Seeing Ye Ling so stubborn, Han Lin really had no other choice.
