"Wow!"
A cry of surprise came from the table.
"Thanks, brother!"
Aron Jackson held the one hundred thousand in cash in front of Julius Reed and asked, "Anyone else want to come?"
"I'll do it!"
The failure of the first guest didn't sober the rest. On the contrary, more people were eager to try.
The mentality of these bar patrons was always the same; they always thought they could succeed.
But often, it was only after their failure that they could see themselves clearly.
After a few rounds, many left dejected, having arrived full of fight, but when they left their seats, they all looked like defeated roosters.
...
The noisy commotion quickly attracted the attention of countless others, who set aside what they were doing and gathered around to see what was happening.
When they saw the small mountain of cash on Julius Reed's table, many felt a surge of hormones and a rush of excitement.
