h4Chapter 107: Chapter 97: Brother Bo, Can’t You Cut Us Some ck?/h4

"Don’t y this card." The man’s voice resonated like a bass speaker, as he easily ced the card from her hand down and casually yed another card.

"y this." He said.

Jiang Ruan suddenly realized that she almost put herself in a worse situation just now.

She couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat and looked up at him, sticking out her tongue, her face charmingly cute: "Thanks, I zoned out just now."

As if exining to him.

Bao Ye responded: "Mm."

Seeing their tender and affectionate interaction, Si Chen’s dissatisfied voice came through: "Brother Bo, can’t you cut us some ck?"

Bao Ye replied indifferently: "No."

Si Chen nearly cried out: "We’ve been tortured by you all night. Finally, my sister-inw came, and I thought she was our savior. Turns out, it’s a disaster!"

"You two deserve each other, equally relentless."

Si Chenined strongly.

After all, losing several vis is indeed painful.

It would be impossible not to feel the sting.

Bao Ye sat back in his chair, his slender fingertips pinching the Buddha Beads, his dark eyes slightly squinting.

He sneered: "Saying that is a bit shameless."

"How many years have you been ying Mahjong? It’s one thing to not win against me, but even she beats you?"

"Aren’t you embarrassed?"

"That’s because you, Brother Bo, are guiding my sister-inw, I didn’t have that." Si Chen argued defiantly.

In Bao Ye’s eyes, he was just like a child.

"Feng Meiling was also guiding you just now, yet you still followed your own ideas."

Bao Ye said calmly: "The road you choose, regardless of win or lose, don’t me others."

With that sentence, he directly blocked Si Chen from speaking further.

Si Chen was deted, sighed, and stopped talking.

But in Jiang Ruan’s ears, Bao Ye’s words seemed to carry deeper meaning.

Yet she didn’t have time to think further.

Her thoughts were focused on the Mahjong table.

Even with a sliver of opportunity, she didn’t want to lose.

They yed until two in the morning.

All of them were inevitably tired.

Bao Ye spoke, ending it just like that.

He called the staff toe in to collect the cards and tally the points, and in just one night, Bao Ye and Jiang Ruan together won over twenty hands.

Dozens of vis.

Except for Bao Ye and Jiang Ruan, the others nearly ground their teeth to dust.

"Have them sign to record the debts." Bao Ye pinched his cigar with his fingertips, took a drag, exhaled thick smoke, andughed: "So that no one will deny it after tonight."

The waiter said: "Yes."

Soon, three IOUs were brought in.

The other three signed.

Despite the circumstances, they had to smile and make their peace with Bao Ye, then each went home.

Their hearts were strained, but only they knew.

The room quickly was left with only Bao Ye and Jiang Ruan.

Jiang Ruan finally couldn’t hold back herughter, her stomach hurt fromughing, she held her belly: "They probably won’t y Mahjong with you again; tonight was certainly a nightmare for them."

Seeing herugh uncontrobly, Bao Ye leaned down and extinguished the cigar in the ashtray.

He asserted: "Nope."

"Why?"

"You scammed them out of so many vis, and they still want to y with you?" Jiang Ruan pouted in confusion: "Isn’t that clearly asking for trouble?"

Bao Ye got up, the purple embroidered silk shirt entuated his refined gentlemanly demeanor, every gesture radiating the nobility of an upper-ss man.

Cold and stern, his face showed no expression as he patiently exined to her in azy, maic voice: "The Si Family is a prestigious n in Beijing, with more than a hundred years of history. Initially, half of the vis in Tongluowan were built by their family but were sold offter through investments. Still, their core business is real estate. Now, you know of those bustling individualmercial and vi streets in Beijing North. Almost all are properties of the Si Family."

"I heard they’ve bought several inds and n to build sea vis; the area of each ind is not small, about a thousand kilometers."