I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 580 - 493 Cheating

Chapter 580: 493 Cheating

Having received 12 billion in his account, losing some money was truly inconsequential. However, if what was lost was goodwill, that was a different matter.

The previous two tasks had already made Jiang Chen keenly aware of the difficulty in increasing goodwill. It seemed like it was just a five-point reduction, but to gain it back, who knew how much effort it would take?

Jiang Chen realized he might have made a foolish decision.

The reason he chose to sit at this poker table was simply to get close to Lan Peizhi, but now it seemed that this Texas Hold’em game meant more to him than just a simple game of money.

Now five points had been deducted, and if he kept losing, no one knew whether the goodwill would continue to drop.

Money.

He could afford to gamble it.

But goodwill, he couldn’t afford to lose!

Jiang Chen, who had just lost nearly five million US dollars, couldn’t help but have a slight change in expression. His eyes flickered slightly as he watched Song Chaoge rake in the chips.

He had not interacted at all with Lan Peizhi, so why would his goodwill inexplicably decrease?

Could it simply be because he was losing money?

That made no logical sense.

So, the only problem might lie with the winner, Song Chaoge.

Could it be?

Lan Peizhi didn’t want to see this guy win money?

It seemed that was the only reason!

What exactly was the relationship between these two?!

It definitely couldn’t be like this between friends.

Could it be enemies?

But why would enemies appear together in Las Vegas?

Jiang Chen’s mind was filled with questions, but the new round of gambling had already started, giving him no time to think deeper.

The six of spades, the four of hearts.

Another complete set of lousy cards.

Seeing these two hole cards, Jiang Chen lost any interest in calling.

After all.

The significance of this game had completely changed for him now.

He wasn’t gambling for the beautifully charming chips on the table.

"I fold."

Jiang Chen discarded his hand without hesitation.

Having already lost five points of goodwill, he couldn’t afford to be anything but cautious.

He certainly didn’t want to finish the game with his goodwill dropping from fifty to negative numbers!

Wait.

Now it was only forty-five.

After that, he occasionally glanced over at Song Chaoge and Lan Peizhi, observing their demeanor and behavior.

Lan Peizhi, although sitting beside him like a companion, hadn’t exchanged a word with him from the start.

To have Lan Peizhi accompany him,

who was this man wearing plain glasses?

Jiang Chen involuntarily thought of Ye "Little Prince."

Compared to Ye Tingxuan, the current biggest winner was definitely a different type, but his influence probably wasn’t any less significant than the "Little Prince," who had a certain amount of clout in the two Guang provinces.

The third hand was won by the Saudi old man.

After all, luck couldn’t always favor one person.

Xue Yali quietly nudged her cousin’s arm.

"You’re about to lose all your money," Li Shuru whispered to Jiang Chen.

Indeed.

Even though Jiang Chen had been extremely cautious, after a dozen hands with a dismal record of only one win, the ten million US dollars in chips in front of him had dwindled significantly.

In contrast, Song Chaoge’s chips were piled up like a mountain.

"Maybe you should stop playing?"

One can leave the Texas Hold’em game at any time.

As a novice, combined with his other concerns, it was inevitable that he would lose money, so cutting his losses now indeed seemed wise.

But Jiang Chen glanced at Lan Peizhi across from him, worried that if he lost everything and stopped playing, his goodwill might drop again.

Wait a moment.

Looking at the shimmering chips in front of Song Chaoge, an idea struck Jiang Chen, and he realized he might have missed something.

Although he didn’t know the man’s background or his relationship with Lan Peizhi, one thing was certain.

Lan Peizhi didn’t want to see him win money.

Could it imply that if he lost money, Lan Peizhi would actually "enjoy the sight"?

The more Jiang Chen thought about it, the more likely it seemed!

If he could win the money from him, could he possibly regain the lost five points of goodwill?!

Perhaps he could even gain more than just five points!

If that was the case, then this game could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to boost his goodwill!

One has to admit, the brain is indeed a person’s most important asset,

helping one turn adversity into opportunity.

But before Jiang Chen could get excited, a bucket of cold water was poured over him.

Even if his deductions were correct, the question was how to achieve it?

It was clear that Song Chaoge was a seasoned gambler, far more skilled than Sun Xiyu and those other East Sea rich kids.

As a novice, how could he hope to win his money? Wasn’t that a pipe dream?

The ten million US dollars in front of him weren’t deliberately lost, but rather a true display of being outclassed.

What to do?

Jiang Chen knew that if he missed an opportunity like this to increase goodwill, no one could guarantee there would be another chance.

"Sorry, everyone, I need to step away for a moment. I’m out of chips," Jiang Chen said, seeming to grow more determined with every setback.

"Jiang, I can go for you," offered someone.

"No need."

Jiang Chen seemed intent on getting more chips himself.

Li Shuru didn’t say anything. In public, a smart woman never interferes with a man’s decisions,

Temporarily leaving the table, Jiang Chen didn’t rush to get more chips. Instead, he quickly moved around the VIP hall, scanning the area.

Where is she?

Could she have really left?!

Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly heading toward the north-south end of the VIP hall.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed. Vera, who was enjoying watching others play baccarat, turned around abruptly, ready to explode in anger, but then she saw it was Jiang Chen.