By then, Lei Xuan had already come up beside Yan Xianjue. He patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up. "Not bad. How about putting a little more investment into my skit?"
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes and gave his shoulder a slight shake, knocking Lei Xuan's hand away.
But his tone was full of mockery. "That depends on when President Lin's money reaches my account."
Lin Lang's expression was utterly ugly at that moment.
Even if he truly suspected that Yan Xianjue had used some unknown method to cheat, he had no way to say it aloud.
Because an entire table of business partners was watching.
He had been able to afford winning earlier, so now he had to be able to afford losing.
Whether Yan Xianjue had done it on purpose or not, he had no choice but to swallow this loss.
And he had to swallow it graciously.
Lin Lang gritted his teeth.
He could still tell which mattered more: temporary profit or long-term gain.
When he spoke again, Lin Lang's expression had already eased considerably. "Young Master Yan really does have good luck."
"But this amount is a little beyond what I expected. Could you give me some time?"
"Within a week, I'll transfer every last cent into your account."
Yan Xianjue smiled at that, looking exceptionally easygoing.
Yet what he said made Lin Lang's ears sting. "Then I'll have to trouble President Lin to write me an IOU."
He raised a hand and pointed behind Lin Lang. "Perfect timing—the casino manager is here. Let him serve as a witness."
The others at the gambling table had finally recovered from their shock.
The few who had followed Yan Xianjue's bets were beaming. Hearing that, they hurriedly said, "Young Master Yan, surely the few of