After some friendly negotiation, Zong Zheng finally gave up the idea of gambling. Everyone just played casually, creating the illusion of playing cards here, making their surveillance less conspicuous.
In the first few rounds, both Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang lost every time, not winning even once.
Yang Fan finally understood why Zong Zheng suggested gambling with them; this bastard was out to win their money.
About nearly an hour later, a sedan drove up and parked in front of the café.
A man in a hurry got out of the car, holding a briefcase. He wore a white shirt and gray casual pants, with well-groomed hair, looking every bit like a social elite.
"A car worth six hundred thousand, an outfit worth thousands, and a watch worth a hundred and twenty thousand — this guy is clearly wealthy," Zong Zheng murmured to Yang Fan and Wang Daqiang as he watched the man rush into the café.
Yang Fan looked at Zong Zheng in disbelief, "You even study these things?"
