Chapter 1170: Chapter 1170: The Gambling King Contest
Sure enough, just two minutes after Ling Feng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
He opened the door and saw the young man from the morning.
Without wasting any ti, the man grinned at Ling Feng and said, "Mr. Ling, please follow !"
"Alright, I’ve got two female companions with . Is it okay to bring them along?" Ling Feng asked.
"Of course!"
The young man nodded, but as soon as he saw Zheng Yitong step out in her black dress, he froze in shock. "Zh-Zheng... Miss Zheng?"
"You know , huh?"
Zheng Yitong smiled lightly and continued, "Let’s head downstairs!"
"O-Okay!"
The young man was visibly flustered. He hadn’t expected Ling Feng’s companion to be such a celebrity!
But what stunned him even more was when Yu Linglong walked out next. As soon as he caught sight of her beauty, the young man stood frozen with his mouth wide open, speechless.
Ling Feng coughed lightly when he saw this and said, "Where’s the car?"
This snapped the young man out of his daze, and he imdiately apologized with a smile, "Sorry about that! My mistake! The car is in the underground parking lot. Please follow !"
Ling Feng chuckled softly without saying much and led the two won into the elevator.
A few monts later, they arrived downstairs and got into a stretched limousine. The group left the hotel, en route to the Supre Restaurant.
The whole ride, Ling Feng was pondering what this was all about. When they reached their destination and went upstairs, they saw Pu Fuwan, grinning broadly as he waited for them.
"Brother Pu, I’m here!"
Ling Feng imdiately prepared a smile and walked up to him.
"Brother, you’ve been playing all night until this morning. Did you get a chance to rest properly?" Pu Fuwan asked with a smile.
"No, but I don’t feel tired. I even had a chance to wander around a bit this morning!"
Ling Feng laughed and turned slightly, introducing, "Let
introduce—this is Miss Zheng, and this is Miss Yu!"
"A pleasure eting you both!"
Pu Fuwan had already noticed the two won earlier. Being a seasoned gambler, he had perfected the art of controlling his expressions and emotions, so he didn’t show any particular surprise.
Amidst the exchange of pleasantries, they entered a massive private room. A ten-person table had already been laid out with over ten cold dishes.
Among those seated, Ling Feng recognized three people from the previous night—fellow poker players who had shared the sa table, including a chubby white man.
Ling Feng smiled and exchanged greetings with everyone before taking his seat.
The two won seated themselves beside him, while Pu Fuwan glanced at his assistant. The man caught on imdiately and quickly went to instruct the servers to bring in the dishes.
"Brother Ling Feng, the hands you played last night were truly exceptional! I’ve been playing Texas Hold’em for so many years, and I don’t think I’ve seen strategies as brilliant as yours. It was as if you could see through your opponent’s cards!" Pu Fuwan said with a smile.
"Oh, not at all. It was just pure luck!"
Ling Feng replied with a modest smile, his deanor calm and collected.
He knew this was just the small talk before they got down to business—soon, the reason for the lunch invite would be revealed.
As expected, Pu Fuwan chuckled, then cut straight to the point: "You must be wondering, right? We only t last night. Why would I invite you to lunch today?"
"Yes, I’m a bit curious. Brother Pu, considering your status, it’s surprising you’d take an interest in soone unknown like !" Ling Feng replied with a smile.
"You’ve got it wrong!"
Pu Fuwan waved his hand dismissively. "You’re far from unknown!"
He turned to glance at the other guests before continuing, "After the gas ended this morning, we sat down for so tea. Everyone agreed—you’re a phenonal talent in the world of gambling. The fact that soone like Han Chang, an old hand, lost over a billion to you has completely shattered our expectations!"
"Please don’t say that. It was truly just luck!" Ling Feng remarked with a smile.
"Don’t be so modest!"
Pu Fuwan chuckled again and continued, "Brother, I want to invite you to participate in the upcoming Gambling King Tournant. Would you be interested?"
"Huh?"
Ling Feng was startled and asked with so surprise, "The Gambling King Tournant? The one held in Arica?"
"No, not that one. That’s a league-style competition that spans several months—it wastes too much ti!"
Pu Fuwan shook his head. "What I’m talking about is an exclusive competition among the world’s top gamblers—a small-scale tournant with forty participants. It’s a knockout format until the ultimate winner erges!"
"Oh?"
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow in curiosity and asked, "Why hold such an event?"
"It’s primarily for charity!"
Pu Fuwan sipped his tea and elaborated, "The matches will be globally livestread, and all proceeds will go to charitable foundations!"
"Hmm, that’s a good cause. But relying solely on livestream proceeds—will the revenue be significant?" Ling Feng questioned.
"You’re underestimating this! The prize pool for the tournant is extraordinary—it’ll grab attention and ignite curiosity, attracting countless viewers online!" Pu Fuwan explained with a grin.
"Oh, then how much is the prize pool?" Ling Feng asked.
"Each participant must submit one billion US Dollars as the entry fee. The final winner will take the entire prize pool!" Pu Fuwan revealed.
"What!"
Ling Feng exclaid in shock, almost standing up.
Forty participants ant a total of forty billion US Dollars!
Converted to Huaxia Currency, that was almost three hundred billion.
Hearing this staggering figure, Ling Feng imdiately felt the urge to register.
But he also knew it wouldn’t be wise to seem overly eager, so he quickly tempered his reaction with a smile: "That prize pool is indeed quite tempting, but are there really people who would sign up? After all, one billion US Dollars is no small sum!"
"No need to worry about that—there were more than a hundred applicants this ti. Only forty were selected after thorough vetting!" Pu Fuwan replied with a grin.
Where there’s a heavy reward, there’s bound to be brave contenders. A one-in-forty chance—the allure was undeniable.
Ling Feng understood the logic and nodded. "I see. If that’s the case, I probably wouldn’t qualify as a contestant, right?"
"Why wouldn’t you?"
Pu Fuwan flashed a smile. "I’m inviting you to join! As chairman of the organizing committee, adding one more participant is a breeze!"
He paused briefly before continuing, "I just don’t know if you can co up with the required billion in cash!"
"That’s no problem!" Zheng Yitong interjected without hesitation.
Ling Feng turned to look at her. She winked at him, making her implicit offer clear.
This girl was clearly saying that if Ling Feng didn’t have enough money, she’d be willing to help.
Ling Feng, however, chose not to say much but instead responded to Pu Fuwan: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Pu. Since that’s the case, I’ll gratefully accept!"
"Great! Then it’s settled. I’ll have my assistant send you the contract later," Pu Fuwan said joyfully.
Ling Feng nodded, then casually asked, "Brother Pu, I heard you ntion Han Chang earlier—seems like you don’t have a great impression of him, do you?"
"That’s correct. The second matter I wanted to address involves you and him!"
Pu Fuwan nodded and continued, "This Han Chang behaved far too strangely last night!"
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