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Chapter 793 - 596 Extremely Comforting (Thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 793: 596 Extremely Comforting (Thanks for the tip!)

"Chao Ge, you really are the invincible general, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose."

In a towering building adjacent to Shenzhou’s Number One Street, a Texas Hold’em poker game was taking place.

The speaker was a refined, soft-spoken man, dressed in an unbranded casual outfit. Having just lost thirty million in chips, he bore no signs of dejection or anger, chatting and laughing with ease. The only imperfection was that his Mandarin tones seemed a bit stiff, making him sound like he was from Harbor City.

Perhaps ordinary people wouldn’t recognize his face, but mention his name, and the upper class should be familiar with it.

Guo Boxun.

The second son of the Guo Family of Harbor City.

A true scion of a distinguished lineage.

If there were nobility in this country, the Four Great Families of Harbor City would undoubtedly be it.

Although the Guo Family was not at the top among the four, in Harbor City, their influence was indeed significant.

To be sitting at the same poker table as Guo Boxun indicated that the other people present were no ordinary individuals.

Even Geng Long, who was powerful in the southern provinces, didn’t have the qualification to sit at the table, let alone have a seat. He could only stand by as a spectator.

"Yeah, Chao Ge, playing with you feels like just giving you money."

Someone chimed in, without complaint, sounding more like a joke.

Tens of millions might be unbearable for the general public, but to those at the table, it was inconsequential.

Guo Boxun’s family had a profound heritage, and the joker’s background was exceptionally formidable as well—he was Tu Jiehong, whose grandfather had ventured into the steel and coal sectors. After two generations of business development, they had now formed a multinational corporation with overseas connections, unlike those household name corporations, they were like a hidden giant under the water.

In fact, many domestic enterprises were like this—unremarkable on the surface, their names possibly unheard of by the common folk, yet in the shadows, they had amassed unimaginably vast fortunes.

A famous scholar once said that so-called wealth lists were nothing but a farce to fool the public.

This statement was somewhat exaggerated, but not entirely without merit.

"Steel exports increased by 20% last quarter year-on-year, and a big part of that was handled by your family, right? What’s wrong with giving me a little money?"

Song Chaoge countered wittishly, still wearing that pair of black-rimmed glasses. As he spoke, he pushed all of his most stacked chips forward.

"ALL-IN."

"You play by yourself."

"I’m not following."

"Fold."

As he pushed his chips, the others promptly folded.

Song Chaoge smiled helplessly, radiating a sense of loneliness akin to an unbeatable hero.

"So none of you have cards?"

"Even if I had cards, I wouldn’t follow. This is my hard-earned money."

Tu Jiehong’s words made everyone laugh.

Despite the significant losses and winnings, nobody took it seriously, and the atmosphere remained relaxed and cheerful.

The chips returned in front of him.

"Brother Song, you’ve won quite a bit again," someone peered at the chips in front of Song Chaoge, revealing through his authentic Capital City dialect that he was, like Song Chaoge, a native of Capital City.

This building’s land originally belonged to his family, who, to put it in old terms, should be considered part of the landlord class, and among them, the big landlords.

Later, when the Shenzhou Club set up here, his family didn’t ask for a cent, providing the venue free of charge, which also led to his joining the Shenzhou Club.

Just like abroad, the understanding that there is strength in numbers is clear to all, and many organizations have developed within the country. Organizations like the Donghai Commerce Association, led by Lan Peizhi, which has gathered big-time entrepreneurs from the Delta region, are powerful in their own right but only within a specific locale.

But the Shenzhou Club is different.

As the name implies.

From its name alone, it’s clear that since its inception, it has defined itself as the top club in the country, and it has indeed achieved that status.

Its membership includes prominent figures from all corners of the country, and several people at this poker table were members.

Among the countless organizations popping up like hairs on an ox, the Shenzhou Club stands tall within the top three.

"Where could it be considered winning money? I haven’t lost as much in a single hand abroad as I have here."

"You still lose money?"

Even Guo Boxun, with his composure, couldn’t help but show a look of surprise.

"There’s no such thing as only winning and never losing in gambling," Song Chaoge chuckle: "Don’t really think I’m a gambling god."

"Did you lose it to foreigners?"

Tu Jiehong comforted: "That’s normal; after all, Texas Hold’em hasn’t been around for long. There’s nothing wrong with not being able to beat those foreigners."

But Song Chaoge just shook his head.

"Not foreigners."

"Not foreigners?"

At his words, everyone became interested, "Chao Ge, your card skills should be top-notch in the country. Is there someone even better than you?"

It was like bringing up a painful memory, Song Chaoge adjusted his glasses and sighed, his expression showing a touch of regret and wistfulness.

"Bad luck, my straight flush was beaten by a royal flush."

"A straight flush beaten by a royal flush?!"

Even these seasoned players found it hard to maintain their composure, "Really? You can run into that kind of hand? Are you sure you weren’t cheated?"

Song Chaoge shook his head and for the second time said, "Bad luck."

"Such hands are once in a millennium; it’s no injustice to lose that way."

"You guys play."

Having lost interest, Song Chaoge stood up and left the table, and at the same time, returned all his winnings back to everyone.

Geng Long did not continue to watch either, following Song Chaoge from behind.

"Well done, there’s no need to compete with someone as crazy as Ye Tingxuan," Song Chaoge said softly as he walked ahead.

Geng Long, who had been forced to kneel and suffer great humiliation in public, showed no displeasure and was unnervingly calm, "Even if the young prince truly made me kneel, it would be my honor."