Son-in-law's Counterattack

3"Actually, it's not like you can't open my card. According to the rules, how can I not open my card? I was just saying it casually. Who knew that Mr. Yamamoto would believe it? Did Mr. Yamamoto think it was a gold mine? "    0

    

"If Mr. Yamamoto were to fail, I might as well give up. If you were to ask the dealer, this would not be the case."    

    

"In the end, Mr. Yamamoto is still too weak. It's too easy to be fooled. I think the title of Gambling Master was probably picked up, right?"    

    

"The most laughable thing is that even the person Mr. Yamamoto has brought can be trusted."    

    

Mr. Gao coughed dryly a few times and sighed repeatedly when he opened his mouth. He was so angry that Kojiro Yamamoto's lungs were about to explode.    

    

"Eight!" "Damn that pig!" Kojiro Yamamoto was furious, the mustache was twisted in his anger.    

    

It was only then that I realized that almost everyone in the audience was misled by Mr. Gao. Even if someone knew of Mr. Gao's scheme, they definitely wouldn't tell Kojiro Yamamoto, including the dealer!    

    

Because almost all of us are Chinese, Kojiro Yamamoto, who came from Japan, has been rude multiple times, belittled our Da Hua Xia, and had already incurred the wrath of the masses.    

    

Therefore, Mr. Gao had used this point to trick Kojiro Yamamoto on purpose. The silence of some bystanders led to the other side thinking that Kojiro Yamamoto had tacitly agreed!    

    

However, no matter what, both sides were actually stealing chickens. In terms of tactics, Mr. Gao was undoubtedly smarter, and in the end, his cards were indeed bigger than the other. No matter how much the other side stole, they would still struggle with no chance of winning.    

    

Just from these aspects alone, Mr. Gao and Kojiro Yamamoto were not on the same level.    

    

As expected, in the following gambling house, Mr. Gao was careless, but he always had the advantage. Kojiro Yamamoto didn't even have the chance to make a comeback, as he continued to lose more and more chips.    

    

During this process, Mr. Gao had obviously done it on purpose to slowly wear down Kojiro Yamamoto, making the other party more and more anxious and embarrassed. It was the equivalent of humiliating Kojiro Yamamoto!    

    

All of the Chinese people applauded Mr. Gao's performance to vent their anger.    

    

"Mr. Gao, good job!"    

    

"Mr. Gao, don't be in such a hurry, we just need to slow down and cripple him!"    

    

"To let this Japanese be so arrogant, now he knows that China isn't easy to mess with, right?"    

    

"..."    

    

One plate, two plates, three plates …    

    

Kojiro Yamamoto kept losing and losing, his chips were pitifully low.    

    

Seeing that it was difficult to win and there was an audience cheering for Mr. Gao, Kojiro Yamamoto couldn't help but curse. All the words he said made China look ugly, "Eight yak, road, your branch is too cunning! Damn Zhina, you all deserve to die! "    

    

Mr. Gao slightly smiled and said: "It's not that I'm too cunning, but that you are too stupid. Just from what you said just now, I can definitely get people to arrest you, but our China won't care about those petty people, so I'll forgive your ignorance on behalf of the audience. After all, the gambling house is not over, if you get caught, then it would be too much of a waste for the audience."    

    

"Gao, don't be too happy too early!" Kojiro Yamamoto was helpless and could only hold back his anger. He gritted his teeth as he sat at the gambling table, trying to turn the tables.    

    

However, Kojiro Yamamoto was not a match for Mr. Gao at all. He just casually asked for a bet and Kojiro Yamamoto was already sweating profusely as he continued to discard his bet.    

    

When Kojiro Yamamoto had only five million chips left, he had actually managed to catch three Q and an A, as well as a hidden card!    

    

As for Mr. Gao, he grabbed two J's and two 6's and similarly did not reveal his trump card.    

    

Kojiro Yamamoto laughed crazily, as if the situation was advantageous to him. He immediately raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, what do you want to do with this? "Hah!"    

    

After saying that, Kojiro Yamamoto pushed out all of his remaining chips.    

    

Mr. Gao wasn't in a hurry at all. He was chewing chocolate slowly, as if he was trying to stir up the other person's nerves.    

    

After a long time, Kojiro Yamamoto couldn't help but anxiously say, "Gao, are you going to follow me or not!"    

    

Mr. Gao raised his head, acting like he was still here. "No, I'm not following you."    

    

This move almost drove Kojiro Yamamoto crazy. He was clearly holding onto a good hand of cards, but Mr. Gao refused to follow him and wasted a good opportunity.    

    

In the following rounds, Kojiro Yamamoto's cards became more and more terrifying. Excited, he kept provoking, "You with the surname Gao, could it be that you're scared?"    

    

Wu Junyi ignored him. He kept doing his own thing and even called his girlfriend in front of her, leaving Kojiro Yamamoto in the dark.    

    

Kojiro Yamamoto's face flushed red. He could not bear it any longer. He stood up abruptly, slammed the table and cursed: "Are you coming or not?"    

    

"I'm sorry, but I'm not following." Mr. Gao replied with an "oh" and slowly gave up his cards. As a result, no matter how good Kojiro Yamamoto's cards were, he would only be able to win a few meagre chips every time, which made him even more anxious. After all, time was limited.    

    

At this moment, how could I not understand what Mr. Gao meant? He was obviously doing this on purpose, deliberately and slowly maiming Kojiro Yamamoto, making him suffer continuously, taking back all the humiliation he just said, making him feel ashamed!    

    

I sat in the audience and couldn't help but laugh out loud. This matter of humiliating Japanese was too satisfying!    

    

Especially Mr. Gao, who looked relaxed and calm. I wanted to give him a thumbs up!    

    

On second thought, if I were to build a casino in the city of Macao, not only would I need the help of a senior figure, I would also need to expand my reputation and attract customers.    

    

After deciding, I decided to wait for the finals to end and build a relationship with Mr. Gao through Iron River.    

    

People like Mr. Gao normally don't want to work for others. If I want to ask him for help, it's not an easy task. I have to first establish a good relationship with him.    

    

I thought about it for a long time. When I looked at the gambling house again, the competition was about to end. There were only a few minutes left. Mr. Gao had a lot of chips in his hands, so he was definitely going to win.    

    

Kojiro Yamamoto did not give up. While he was provoking Mr. Gao with his words, he continued to raise the stakes, attempting to provoke Mr. Gao into making a mistake, and said: "I thought that Chinese people were very powerful, but I never thought that they were just a bunch of cowards. They don't even dare to fight head on. Trash!"    

    

Mr. Gao smacked his lips a few times, then hung up the call with his girlfriend. He slowly put down his phone and calmly gave up the plate, "I think, you're the trash, right? What gambler? You are just a wager taker. With your gambling skills, you can't even be compared to two of my disciples. Really, I'm not lying to you. "    

    

When those words were said, Kojiro Yamamoto felt as if he had been humiliated like he had never been before. He flew into a rage and cursed loudly in Japanese.    

    

I was looking at the scene in front of me from a lot of spectators, it could be said that I enjoyed myself from the very beginning to the very end!    

    

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