On Sunday, Zhang Wen slept until almost noon. He estimated that it would be uneasy tonight. Lao Bai was likely to play another 100,000 or 80,000. He had to prepare in advance. Tonight was mainly La Liga. Zhang Wen lost from the opening data to the real-time market. The key data before the start of the game could only be lost until the evening.

Sure enough, during dinner, the fat man called Zhang Wen to go to Lao Bai's hotel together. Zhang Wen was distant and had to go to work tomorrow, so he refused.

At around eight o'clock, the fat man called again:

"Brother Wen, you'd better come! Lao Bai wants to place a heavy bet today, and there are still six games, each game of 60,000. I feel so sad. Why don't I pick you up?" The fat man whispered on the phone.

Zhang Wen was shocked when he heard this, 360,000! This is the biggest bet ever in their circle. It actually comes from Lao Bai! Zhu Zhiyuan only earned 300,000 yuan when he came back from Macau last time, including his brother-in-law's 50,000 yuan.

"I won't go! What's the use of going? You can't stop him from betting! Then you can tell me the few games he bets."

Zhang Wen was a little worried that Lao Bai would have been having too much fun this time, but it had nothing to do with him. He also watched the live broadcast when he went there, so it would be better to watch it at home.

...

The phone rang again, and this time it was Lao Bai. You could feel that Lao Bai had drunk a lot of wine through the phone.

"Zhang Wen! Come here, brother is going to do a good job tonight. Come here, come here, I'll show you how I bet? Yesterday, I know! Bet 6 games and win 5 games. Tonight I tell you that if you win 5 games, that's a small amount. Come on, let you, the "Displain King" look at it, hiccup!" It seems that you have drunk a lot.

"That's it! I won 5 games in 6 games, and I haven't met a few times a year? But it's too late now, so I won't come." Zhang Wen said in accordance with Lao Bai's words.

"No, I feel a little embarrassed to see my brother's winning rate, right? It's okay, it's not embarrassing! You, the "King of the Lower Pan", are amateur and self-proclaimed. You can't compare with other professionals! No, you have to come, why don't I drive to pick you up? Hiccup!" Lao Bai pestered Zhang Wen unyieldingly.

"No! Don't! I'll do it myself..."

There is no way, I can't help Lao Bai, go! Just clean up and bring your ibm laptop with me. This is the one leftover of Zhang Yue. Although it is a bit bulky, the performance is pretty good and super stable.

Before leaving the house, my wife chased and asked, "It's so late, why are you doing? Will you come back?"

"Go to bet!"

...

I took a taxi and rushed to Lao Bai's hotel.

When he walked into the chess and card room, Zhu and his group were playing mahjong, and the game started at twelve o'clock. What's rare is that Lao Bai also sat on the table to play mahjong today, and he won alone. The money on the table was thick and there were five or six thousand yuan.

The fat man sat on the sofa next to him, recording while answering the phone, and people had started betting one after another. Zhang Wen entered the odds data for this period into the analysis table next to him.

At half past eleven, Lao Bai's phone rang, Lao Bai jumped up and walked quickly to the chess and card room to answer, although he understood that Lao Bai must have bought the "winning materials" that he had spent money. Subconsciously, Lao Bai still had to protect his face.

After a while, Lao Bai took a piece of paper to the fat man. The fat man looked at it and said to Lao Bai: "I understand, each game is 60,000, right? Okay, you can play your mahjong! I'll help you report it when the water level is at the highest later!"
Chapter completed!