Song Xiaodong glanced at Jinglin Zuoye and said, "Mr. Jinglin, you lost 480 million to me in this round, plus the original 15 million you owed us, that's 495 million short of 500 million. Are you trying to renege on your debt, Mr. Jinglin?"
Jinglin Zuoye's face turned extremely grim. Clenching his teeth, he said, "Do you think I can't pay you? I'll bet you again, this time for 10 million!"
Song Xiaodong replied with a cheerful smile, "Alright, I'm game for however much you want to bet. I have over 50 million in chips right now. If you want to bet 50 million, I'll match you. The question is, do you even own that much?"
"I... you..." Jinglin Zuoye's face twisted in frustration. Even though his family was wealthy, he didn't personally control that much money.
