"You have your purpose, and I have my thoughts," Jiang Xiaobai said with a slight smile. "Boss, are you going to make money off this or not?"
The casino owner chuckled, tossed a cigarette to Jiang Xiaobai, pulled open a drawer, and stuffed the two 10,000-yuan kickbacks from Jiang Xiaobai into it.
Having quickly lost everything again, Liu Hongli once more found Jiang Xiaobai, head bowed and teeth clenched in a stubborn disbelief.
"Xiaobai, got any more money? Lend me a few more tens of thousands. My luck's turning around; just three or fifty thousand more, and I'm sure I can break even."
"Third Uncle!" Jiang Xiaobai shrugged. "I've already lent you over a hundred thousand; do you think I'm an ATM? Even ATMs run out of money. My pockets are empty, search me if you don't believe it."
