"Fourth, by the end of this game, that is, at midnight...except for the sixty-four people with the most chips, the others, whether they are penniless or not, will have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands left.

No matter what, they will all be regarded as losers."

When he finished speaking these four items, two tall men in suits and sunglasses came behind him carrying an expensive-looking sofa chair.

The organizer turned his head and glanced back, then nodded, and then the two big men put down the sofa chair.

"Well... that's all for now. You can read the other details yourself."

The organizer said and sat down leisurely.

He leaned his back against the back of the chair, placed his hands on the two armrests, and crossed his legs in a graceful and coquettish gesture.

Not long after, the two burly men in suits and sunglasses beside him moved a small round table that looked like it was made of diamonds from nowhere (if true, it might be more expensive than the eight prizes today), and placed a few prizes on the table.

Plate of melon and fruit snacks, truffles (yes, this is not random, he uses good truffles to eat with other snacks) chicken feet.

Looking at his behavior, it is as if he is performing what is meant by "sitting back and watching the show" in a textbook way.

"Master, you want red wine-cooked sweet noodle sauce with wasabi (asa biscuit)..." After the organizer sat down, one of the two burly men in suits and sunglasses went to get another drink that looked not very good in color and put it down.

On the tray, it was handed to the former, "The chef said that this uses Lafite from 1982, Lao Gan Daddy's exquisite sauce, and Japanese..."

"Where's the umbrella?" The organizer did not let the other party finish his sentence, but interrupted the other party with a somewhat inexplicable question.

"Eh?" The big man was stunned for a moment, "Umbrella... umbrella?" It seemed that he didn't understand the meaning of the question "young master".

"Didn't I tell you?" the organizer shrugged, "After it's done, put it in a goblet, put a small umbrella on it and bring it up again."

"I...I understand!" Faced with this nonsensical request, the big man replied seriously, "I'm going to throw it away and let them start over!"

"Oh~ forget it." The organizer stopped the big man, took the strange drink, held it in his hand... and then said in a sad tone, "Regret, sometimes it is also a kind of beauty~
Chapter completed!