After Being Forced To Become a Boss, I Just Want To Be a Salted Fish

The man fell to the ground screaming and covering his face.

The person in charge looked at him condescendingly, raised his hand and moved his wrist.

This is a punishment for the troublemaker, I hope you will keep it in mind.

There was no joy or anger in the voice, no trace of emotion.

It deeply shocked everyone present.

Finally, he bowed very gentlemanly towards glass room No. 9.

After getting up, his eyes fell on the boy in the cloak.

The boy raised his eyes, and his clear eyes looked at him with determination.

The person in charge's eyes stayed on him for a long time, and finally looked away.

I hope you all have a good time.

Then he turned and left.

After a while, the underground casino resumed its former bustle, as if nothing happened just now.

Song Wenqi shook his red wine glass and said with a smile, Little brat, you really caused a lot of trouble because of your strength.

Lu Ning looked at the situation below, his eyes dimmed: It's you.

The implication was not that she provoked it, but that he had to let her come to have these things happen.

Song Wenqi was not annoyed, and still smiled: Yes, it's me.

He paused for a few seconds and then spoke again: I like to make trouble the most.

Lu Ning was shocked by the smile in his voice.

The glass room hanging in the air here implies their superiority.

And these people come here with a lot of money to play the simplest game. They like to see the situation like just now. They shake their glasses and slowly appreciate it. I care whether the game is fun or not, and whether the scene is good or not.

She was also in a superior position before, living in the vanity fair full of power every day, watching the people around her flatter and flatter each other for the sake of fame and fortune, but stabbing knives in the back without hesitation, everyone wearing The mask is alive.

But when they look at people whose life is worse than their own, they are all in a superior posture. Sometimes they throw out alms, and those eyes are like looking at their own playthings.

Lu Ning hated this attitude early on. She didn't dare to flaunt how kind she was living, but at least she didn't become like them. In this Vanity Fair, she hid in a corner to avoid being assimilated by the people around her.

And now this is another Vanity Fair.

She couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart, she still became an accomplice in this Vanity Fair game after all.

Song Wenqi took a sip of wine and said, Take a break for two rounds.

In the next two rounds, Glass Room No. 9, which has attracted much attention, did not bet any more points, and threw 4 million in vain.

But this does not affect the mood of the rest of the game.

The scene is still hot, and the bets are still high.

Song Wenqi raised his hand and glanced at his watch: Alright kid, I'll take you home after the last round.

The little brother next to the monitor over there, heard that he had already thrown all the chips out, and just waited for Lu Ning to tell him the points.

A new game started on the gaming table, and the dealer shuffled the cards as usual.

Betting begins after all four cards are placed.

In the two rounds that Song Wenqi didn't place a bet on, the boys at the gambling table had won consecutively again, and the situation on the gaming table had turned into one after another.

But this time, the group of people who were planning to vote again looked up but there was no one there. The boy disappeared at some point.

A group of people began to bet blindly, the flute sounded, and then went to look at the big screen. This time, the accidental glass room No. 9 also had points.

But this point shocked everyone again.

19.5? !