Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

In the next room, Ling Rongge looked at the opposite side, he was facing the glass, and could clearly see what Song Chubai was doing at this time.

But he couldn't hear his voice, and he could only judge what they said roughly by his limbs.

On his right side, stood a man in a black suit. The man bowed respectfully and said, "Master Qin said, as long as you win the bet, the cooperation can be achieved."

Ling Rongge's eyes fell directly on Song Chubai, and there was a dim light in his pupils which were as black as thick ink.

"Who are you betting with?" His voice was a little hoarse.

There are only two people in this room, the man in black will definitely not bet with him, and the person who bet with him is self-evident.

Although Ling Rongge is unwilling to admit the conjecture in his heart, the fact is before him that there is only one person who can bet with him.

"Song Chubai."

The voice of the man in black coincided with the answer in his heart.

Ling Rongge clenched his fists suddenly, he stood up, and said in a sarcastic tone, "It seems that Mr. Qin never wanted to talk about cooperation from the very beginning."

"In this case, there is no need to talk about this cooperation."

He said, turned and walked out.

"Mr. Ling, if you leave, the person who bet with Song Chubai will be replaced by someone else."

"If you lose..."

Ling Rongge turned around, and looked straight at Song Chubai through the single layer of glass.

The man in black lowered his head, his tone was still respectful, "Mr. Ling should know the rules of Qin's Casino." Of course Ling Rongge knew.

Those who come to the third floor to gamble, if they win, they can make any request to the other party, but if they lose, they have to give their most precious things.

If Song Chubai loses the bet with others, then he has to give what is most important to him.

Although he might not necessarily lose, Ling Rongge didn't dare to gamble on this possibility.

Therefore, this bet must be made by him and Song Chubai, so as to prevent the possibility of him being injured.

A haze flashed across Ling Rongge's eyes, and the eyes that looked at Qin Feng through the glass were also stained with a haze.

"Master Qin really has a good plan."

He sat down, put his hands on the table in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "What bet?"

"Bet on whether the rough stone selected by Mr. Song can produce emeralds." The man in black next to him said.

"This is not a bet with him, but with you." Ling Rongge said coldly.

"Mr. Ling was joking. Mr. Song will also choose whether the rough stone he picked can produce emerald."

Ling Rongge's pupils shrank slightly.

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Next door, Song Chubai has already started picking rough stones.

These rough stones should be carefully selected by Qin Feng. Song Chubai clearly felt that there should be a lot of emeralds in them, because his strong intuition told him that he seemed to want every piece.

But if the top-quality jadeite is produced three times in a row, it is inevitable that other people will not be eyeing it.

In this regard, Song Chubai is still very self-aware.

So he decided to pick a rough stone that could not produce emerald.

After reading it once, he stopped and walked, pondered for a while, and stopped in front of a rough stone.

At the same time, Ling Rongge said in a deep voice, "I bet he can produce jadeite."

As these words fell, Song Chubai seemed to feel something, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at the bright and spotless mirror, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why, did he feel that someone was staring at him?

and……

I don't know if his intuition was wrong, but he faintly felt that Ling Rongge seemed to be by his side.