Making Money on Luck Is a Crime Too?

"Ten billion!"

The onlookers' jaws dropped again.

They had long seen that Lin Chen was rich, but they had never imagined he was this rich. A single card could actually hold ten billion.

Lin Chen had three cards in total: a task card, an expense card, and a corporate activity fund card.

The one he had taken out was naturally the expense card. It was specifically for spending, and it usually kept a balance of ten billion. If it fell short, it would be topped up.

"Alright."

With a wave of Yang You's hand, a professional rushed over, took the card, and ran downstairs. There was apparently a machine at the front desk to check it.

Not long after, the young man ran back upstairs and reported to Yang You, "There's nine billion, seven hundred and fifty-something million in it."

"Gasp—"

Yang You sucked in a breath. It was real.

"Well? Now do you understand why I raised the bet so high? First, I think I'm lucky. Second, I have the money."

Lin Chen said deliberately.

That would give everyone the impression that he had raised the bet to two billion simply to gamble on his luck—because he was rich enough to be reckless.

"Fine. We'll issue you twenty temporary one-hundred-million chip vouchers for use in this round. They are valid and officially recognized."

Yang You said.

As the manager here, and with everyone watching, even temporary chip vouchers carried the same validity.

"Alright then. Brother Wen, are you calling?"

Lin Chen asked again.

Wen Qiang was still hesitating. Judging from Lin Chen's current behavior, his hole card probably was not an Ace. But whether the next card would be one... Lin Chen had openly said he was gambling on luck, and with a 2.5% chance, Wen Qiang was still