David Koch opened the cards directly. The dealer looked at the cards and then pushed out three cards and his combination of cards in the public card. In the end, the biggest card was two pairs.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Koch. I have three." Gilson Marbury played his trump card and the dealer combined again. In the end, the biggest card was three eights. David Koch was not the least bit depressed. "Not bad, Mr. Marbury is better!" He then looked at Wesley.
"I can only say sorry. I also have three, but it's a little bigger." Wesley's trump card is two queens, and the dealer's final combination is three queens as the biggest hand.
"It's amazing that he has a pair of Q's in his hands. I have to say that Mr. Gibson is very lucky," Donald Tepron said.
"It's just luck. Texas Hold'em usually gets a pair at the beginning of the game and can basically win a game. It's very common." David Koch said disdainfully. The sweat on Wesley's forehead just now made him think that the young man was not very bold.
Wesley smiled and paid no attention to the other man's tone. The servant next to him quickly helped him with the chips and placed them neatly in front of him. Gilson Marbury looked a little regretful, and his expression instantly appeared on his face.
Wesley, who had been paying attention, laughed softly. This was much easier. There was no need to worry about his lack of emotion, just that he did not care. Wesley turned his head and asked Tony Stark in a low voice, "Is Gilson Marbury short of money recently?"
Tony Stark thought for a moment and then said, "I think so. He seems to be developing a piece of land recently and needs a lot of money."
Wesley nodded, then summoned the servant next to him and asked for a glass of juice. He had won more than a hundred million in this round, and David Koch and Gilson Marbury still had about thirty million chips left.
At the start of the third game, Wesley memorized his cards. He was not the biggest. He looked at his cards and gave up, losing a million on the bottom. Gilson Marbury lost another five million. His emotions began to fluctuate a little more, and he was not as calm as the other four.
Wesley won the next three games in a row. David Koch and Gilson Marbury ran out of money. Wesley's chips reached more than 300 million. He was very happy now. He had been very poor recently, but now someone was giving him money.
"What that gentleman just said is right, it is indeed faster to make money than your own industry." Wesley said with a smile, then looked at the two who had no money. "Do the two of you still want to increase your chips? We have only played six games, and there is still a lot of time at night."
David Koch pursed his lips. His net worth was tens of billions of dollars. Although it was only an asset, he had not taken the loss of 100 million dollars in cash to heart. This young man was too arrogant. He was just a little lucky.
"Give me another hundred million dollars in chips," David Koch said.
The servant next to him looked a little troubled and then said, "Mr. Koch, I'm very sorry. We don't have enough chips. We're not a casino here. It's already the limit to prepare 600 million chips for you. The remaining chips are in small denominations."
"Mr. Koch, you can exchange a check for my chips. Anyway, you have to pay when it's over." Wesley looked happy, and Tony Stark had a strange expression on his face. He knew that Wesley had gained nothing today. He did not have a hundred million in capital.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll win it back later?" David Koch said angrily.
"I'm not afraid. I'll return the check to you then. It doesn't make any difference." Wesley threw up his hands and looked indifferent.
"Sure." David Koch wrote a check for 100 million dollars, and the servants hurriedly counted 100 million dollars of chips from Wesley and put it in front of him. Wesley then looked at Gilson Marbury. "Mr. Marbury, how is it? Do you want to continue as the host?"
Gilson Marbury hesitated for a moment, then wrote a check for $100 million to Wesley in exchange for $100 million in chips. "As the host, I naturally have to play with you to my heart's content. Everyone, continue!"
The other three didn't care. The card game continued. Wesley could only record the order of the cards and couldn't control the real size of the cards. At the same time, he didn't want anyone to see that he could only win and not lose, so he would deliberately lose a few rounds. Sometimes he lost tens of millions, but on the whole he kept winning.
After an hour, everyone except Wesley had less than 10 million chips. Robert Mercado said, "That's about it. Let's all bet on the last round. I think Mr. Gibson will win again, right?" He doesn't say much, but through Tony Stark's introduction, the media king is very smart. His net worth is more than 10 billion dollars.
Wesley, on the other hand, remembered that there was one in the universe he had come from. "I have no problem with it," Wesley said first. The others also said that there was no problem. When the last round began, Wesley recorded the order of the cards, but this time he was not the biggest, but Gilson Marbury.
An almost imperceptible frown appeared on his face. This was the last round. If he kept going, Gilson Marbury would have less than a hundred million dollars left. He would not be able to achieve his goal.
So the last game was the key. Wesley once again communicated quietly with Tony Stark. "How much money is Gilson Marbury short of now?"
"What's wrong? Do you want to set him up?" Tony Stark asked curiously.
"That's right. If we can't achieve the goal in the last round, we can only use force, but he has something I'm afraid of." Wesley did not know how powerful the ring on the other party's hand was and whether his Blackadder armor could withstand it.
"I'm not sure, but there's always a billion and eight hundred million. His new development is a high-end apartment in a good location. The land was bought at a high price and the location is near Central Park."
Wesley nodded. The other party was short of funds. He could either pull people in or take out a loan. However, both would reduce his profits. With the current housing prices in New York, it was a huge profit.
If real estate wants to recover its capital, it will take at least two to three years. The interest in this process is very terrifying. Although the profits are very different, the money that can be earned by oneself should not be easily distributed to others. Loans and financing are the last resort.
Gilson Marbury would not be at the end of his rope, so Wesley needed to use his subtlety to get him into the game. Besides, he had a big hand and should be in the game. The question was, how could he win this round?
Wesley thought for a moment, then decided he needed Apple's help. "Apple, how can I beat him?"
"It's very difficult. We are not prepared, so if you want to win the card game, you need to cut the cards and give him a bigger hand at the same time so that he will continue to follow." Apple's could only think of this method. No one cut the cards for the entire game tonight, but fortunately, Wesley is in the last position, so he can cut the last hand. It doesn't matter if someone in front of him does it.
After the dealer shuffled the cards, everyone threw in the bets as usual. Then, they asked if they wanted to cut the cards. They were not professional gamblers, so no one bothered, but it was different for Wesley.
"Since it's the best one, I'll see if my luck is really that good today. I'll cut a hand." Wesley then cut the cards. No one cared about Wesley's actions at all. If he lost, so be it. It didn't matter if he was really capable.
The dealer began to hand out the cards. After each person had two cards in their hand, they began to bet. Since it was said to be the best round, starting with the first Donald Trump, they directly pressed all the chips down and began to hand out the public cards.
When all five public cards were shown, Wesley spoke again. "I wonder if you can allow me to raise the stakes?"
Robert Merck glanced at Wesley and then said, "Looks like you have a lot of cards. I won't follow." He was the first to give up, and then two more people didn't follow, leaving David Koch and Gilson Marbury alone.
David Koch might really not like Wesley today. At the same time, he had three cards in his hand, so he was confident. "Since you want to raise the stakes, I'll accompany you."
Gilson Marbury hesitated. He was short of money to begin with. If he gave up this round, he would lose 200 million. He touched the ring on his finger. Wesley was very concerned about his action.
Wesley didn't understand why he was wearing the alien ring. Didn't he want to sell it? At the same time, he probably hadn't been in possession for long. There was no way he could have developed such a habit, unless he had worn a ring before, but based on the condition of his fingers, it didn't seem like it.
Actually, Gilson Marbury was also hesitating. He was short of money and wanted to develop it independently at the same time. Now that the property prices are rising, if he succeeds this time, his assets can exceed 10 billion. He is a man who cares about his face. His assets are above 10 billion. This temptation is very great for him. He wanted to sell the ring on his hand, but he liked it very much.
It was a close-fitting self-defense weapon, and its power was not bad. At the same time, the equipment on Earth could not detect it. He could not bear to sell such a good thing. He had a lot of cards. It was a flush. He was basically guaranteed to win, as long as nothing went wrong.
"Okay, I'll play along. I wonder how much Mr. Gibson would like to raise?"
Wesley looked at his chips. It was another five hundred million. At the same time, he still had a check for two hundred million in his pocket. "Then five hundred million will do. Make it a round number. What do you think?"
David Koch was stunned. How dare this young man play so big? Was he really playing with dollars? Everyone was shocked. Although they were all billionaires, those were assets. Now they were playing with cash.
The chips in front of Wesley were his capital. These were all solid cash, unless the loser didn't pay up. David Koch thought about firing the check for 500 million dollars and throwing it on the table, and Gilson Marbury was a little afraid. If he really won, everything would be fine, and the funding problem would be solved. If he lost, he would have to find an investment or a loan. As for how much the ring could be sold, he didn't know.
"Okay, I'll follow." Gilson Marbury wanted to take a gamble. Anyway, he still had a way out. He directly wrote a check for 500 million dollars, which was part of his construction money. Wesley wanted to take a gamble. If he won, everything would be fine. If he lost, he would not go bankrupt.
The other three were surprised by their high-stakes gamble. People of their status shouldn't be so irrational, and they didn't know if Wesley liked to gamble or did it on purpose.
David Koch opened the cards. The biggest card was three. Gilson Marbury laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm a flush. I don't suppose Mr. Gibson is bigger than mine?"
Wesley raised his eyebrows and then said, "That's not necessarily true. I have a straight flush." Wesley turned over two cards. After the dealer combination, it happened to be a straight flush. Texas Hold'em was a combination of five cards and two cards, so when a flush appeared, it was also easy to have a straight flush. Gilson Marbury was stunned. Today, he lost 700 million dollars.
David Koch didn't care. He signed another check for $100 million and lost another $700 million. "Not bad, young man. I thought you were bluffing, but I didn't expect you to be so capable. At first, when I saw the sweat on your forehead, I thought you were holding on. I didn't expect you to be so good at cards. When do you have time to go to Las Vegas to play?"
Wesley didn't know. Others were well aware that David Koch was a regular in Las Vegas, where he was well connected. If Wesley went, there was no telling how much he would lose.
The other three people all wrote a check for 100 million. Then, without saying anything else, they got up and left. Wesley looked at David Koch and smiled. "Mr. Koch, you want to fight again in a different place. No problem. I want to see Las Vegas when I have the chance. I have never been there in my life."
David Koch also got up and took his leave. Wesley looked at the check in his hand and smiled. He had been too poor recently, and now he had solved his financial problem. Beside him, Gilson Marbury rolled his eyes and then watched the others leave before he said, "Mr. Gibson is so lucky. One night is more than others earn in their entire lives."
Wesley laughed out loud. "Haha… Mr. Marbury, I have to thank you for the reception. How can I make money without such an occasion? To tell you the truth, if Tony hadn't come, I wouldn't have dared to bet with you, because I don't even have a principal. I'm so poor."
The fat on Gilson Marbury's fat face jiggled a few times. So this guy was trying to gain something without risking anything. "Mr. Gibson is indeed bold. He still dares to raise the stakes in such a situation."
"What am I afraid of? Anyway, the money won by you in the end. I won't feel bad if I lose." Wesley's words were infuriating.
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