"I won quite a bit tonight, so here's the deal, I'll take my capital back, and the rest of the money you guys can split."
Zhang Xiaoshan very generously threw the thirty to forty thousand yuan that Wei Bao had lost onto the gambling table.
The money from Wei Bao was dirty; he didn't want it at all.
Of course, what was more important was that it would not be smooth sailing when he went to Wei Bao to ask for someone afterwards, and he would need these people's support.
It was merely a tactic to buy people's hearts.
"Ah?"
The crowd in the card room was stunned at his words.
Wang Goudan looked at Zhang Xiaoshan incredulously and asked.
"Little Shan, are you, are you serious, this money isn't a small amount, you, you're willing to share it with us?"
Wu Biao also spoke.
"Little Shan, you, you've already returned the money we lost, and even gave us a bonus, this, this, this is so embarrassing?"
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled slightly and casually waved his hand, saying.
