Chapter 315, "there are men outside. "

"Sir good courage. " See Yang Feng promised, the general manager repeatedly clapped his hand to Yang Feng a praise, the smile on the side of the mouth than just a lot of deep meaning, eyes full of old cunning.

Yang Feng hehe smiled, and then generous in front of all the chips pushed out, with a splash, the whole table is filled with his chips, people can not help but sigh Yang Feng big hand.

The general manager did not seem to think that he would put out all the chips, eyes are clay, and then clap his hands praised Yang Feng good angry.

Yang Feng clapped his hands and touched the tip of his nose. "If you want to play, " he said, "you must have a good time

With that Yang Feng clapped his hand on the table again and hurried the man opposite him, asking him what he wanted to bet.

Romore looked at the croupier. The croupier took the hint and gave up his place. He handed the Dice Cup to him.

"In case you didn't cheat, I'm going to roll the dice, and you're going to guess the number, and you're going to win if you're right, and lose if you're wrong. "

"Ok. " Yang Feng is forthright to agree, and did a please action liberally.

The casual expression on his face was not malicious, but roemore looked at it with something of disdain.

He grunted, picked up the dice cup and began to shake it.

A smooth roll of the dice, in front of the show dazed eyes, the whole court is only the dice and Dice Cup collision sound, people have looked at his hands of the action, as well as that crisp sound, the atmosphere dare not make a sound.

Yang Feng closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Soon, the sound of rolling the dice suddenly stopped, the Dice Cup was heavy on the table, all the heart to the throat, staring at the hands of Romore Dice Cup.

Romore looked up, his Pale Green eyes fixed on him.

"Please, sir. "

Yang Feng touched touch chin, in the crowd under the fear, drag a long voice.

After a long time, his eyes fixed on the Dice Cup, his mouth spit out three numbers.

"356. It's a building. "

Words sound just fall, Yang Feng then hears in the Dice Cup spreads the subtle sound, like is the dice oneself turned.

His mou son a Shen, when prepare to open a cup in Romo Er, suddenly stretch out a hand to press.

"What? " Romore looked up at him with some alarm.

"nothing, but I have never opened the dice cup, why don't you let me open it. " Yang Feng giggled, and without waiting for Romore to refuse, he waved his hand away and opened the dice cup in front of everyone.

Inside the number, really is 356, for a time, the scene in an uproar, even the general manager were stunned, a shocked look at the above number.

"How, how is that possible? " The general manager murmured in a low voice.

He strode over, pushed Roemer aside, and looked carefully. It was the right number.

For a moment, the general manager was also a face of confusion, he shua looked up, eyes fierce stare to Romore.

Rohmer squinted at him, leaned forward, and whispered something. The general manager's face suddenly changed. He looked at the laughing Yang Feng in amazement.

Moments later, he praised Yang Feng again and again.

"Good Luck, sir. You seem to have a real knack for it. "

"where, where, overpraise. " Yang Feng modestly rebuffs.

But if he had not touched the dice cup just now and shocked the number back with internal force, I am afraid that this is not the scene now.

Just Sigh, this Romo really is not good stubble AH, because can use internal force variable people really not many.

"since Sir wins, that we naturally want to fulfill a promise, also please Sir follow me. " The general manager smiled to make a please action, not wait Yang Feng attitude, direct people to the back.

Yang Feng shrugged, put down the Cup Lid and followed, followed by Romore.

Soon, the three entered the elevator, up to the negative first floor, into the general manager's office.

The general manager warmly welcomed Yang Feng to sit down and ordered Romore to bring a cup of tea.

In a few moments, the table was set with steaming black tea.

"Sir, from the looks of it, you didn't just get lucky, " said the general manager, smiling as he leaned against the Leather Sofa and crossed his legs.

"where where where, is the good luck. " Yang Feng to humble of tight, to just happen of do not wish to mention too much.

"Ha, Ha, Mr. Modest, I don't know your name? I don't think you look like a local. "

Already asking about his identity?

Yang Feng Leng under, will pick up the Black Tea Cup on the table, blowing two hot air, this just slowly began: "I am really not a native, come here also just to play. "

After a pause, he did not say his name, but put back a mouthful of untasted black tea on the table, he smiled up and said, "but for that money, I'm only going to need one million bucks, because you guys don't run a lot of clubs, and I'm just a guy who likes to play, not a lot. "

"I see. " The general manager's secretly tense face finally relaxed down, the smile on his face more sincere.

He even seized Yang Feng's hand and thanked him. He kept praising Yang Feng for being a rare and good man.

Yang Feng Yanjiao mouth, dry laugh two, and did not say more.

Just a glance at Roemore, who had left the room at any moment.

I'm afraid if he really wants triple the money, he won't be able to get out of here today.

In this business, people like to settle things by force, especially for someone who stands out too much.

"Well, since you only need one million bucks, why don't you come back here tomorrow and I'll take you to see our boss? After all, we can't afford to take so much money at one go, " continued the general manager, at the same time also released because of gratitude and hold Yang Feng's hand.

Yang Feng hangs mou, pretended to ponder for a moment, still nodded to promise, and said thanks.

Afterward, Yang Feng then left the place safely.

After going out, the cell phone got the signal again, he stood in the slightly soft hard sun, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and found the phone number of Xia yubing three people, gave them a call one by one, the result is still the same.

Unable to laugh or cry, Yang Feng squatted for a while by the side of the road, looking at the cars of the Kawa no Nagare no Yō Ni and sighing in his heart.

Even with a one million bucks, he now walks to people.

Yang Feng sighed and looked around and saw a foreign man standing surreptitiously beside the telephone pole, dressed in black casual clothes and wearing a cap.

When the other party touched Yang Feng's eyes, immediately guilty look away, look to the other side.

Yang Feng put away his cell phone, stood up, and walked forward.

It was obvious that there was a footstep behind him at the same frequency, following him at a distance of not too far or too near.