Chapter 1705: I'm not playing with you anymore!

William saw Ye Chen looking a little angry and immediately became nervous, hastily explaining: "Mr. Ye, please don't misunderstand—I didn't mean it that way..."

As he spoke, he continued: "I thought our rule was still the same as when we first set it—one billion euros per settlement—but since you've said all that, I won't beat around the bush. From now on, we'll settle every time you lose enough to reach one billion euros. If, by the end of the game, you haven't lost that much, we'll settle according to your actual losses when the game ends. What do you think?"

Ye Chen nodded satisfactorily and laughed: "Exactly! That's how a real man talks! Otherwise, I'd have thought you were some penny-pinching pauper who's never seen money—just won a little and can't wait to stuff it in your pocket for safety."

Saying this, Ye Chen spoke very seriously: "Let me tell you something from the heart—I, Ye Chen, despise nothing more than this kind of foolish bird!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Right, right, right!" William heard this, knew Ye Chen was scolding him, but still nodded repeatedly like pounding garlic, wearing a fawning smile as he said: "Mr. Ye is right—when you come out to play, the stakes should indeed be a bit bigger!"

After saying that, he hurriedly added: "Come on, let's keep going!"

Ye Chen nodded: "Come on then."

In this round, William got three Aces, and Ye Chen also got three of a kind—but they were three Kings.

However, William had one Ace as a hole card, while Ye Chen could only see two Aces, so he deliberately tossed out twenty million chips, saying with a look of utter confidence: "I bet you definitely can't have three Aces!"

William gave a slight smile, similarly threw in twenty million chips, and said with a laugh: "Mr. Ye, since you're so confident, why not raise the stakes a bit?"

Ye Chen shrugged: "Raise it then—I'm not afraid of your reverse psychology."

After saying that, he threw in another twenty million chips.

With this back-and-forth, Ye Chen had effectively bet four hundred million euros.

Immediately after, it came time to show the cards.

William flipped over one Ace from his hole card, smiling and saying: "Sorry, Mr. Ye, but I really do have an Ace here!"

Olivia saw this and nearly jumped up in excitement.

Meanwhile, everyone else stared on, faces filled with shock.

Ye Chen had now lost nearly seven hundred million euros to William—and it had been less than twenty minutes!

But Ye Chen didn't care in the slightest. He lightly shook his head and smiled: "William, it looks like your soon-to-be husband is really blessed with good luck tonight!"

Having said that, Ye Chen added: "I still don't believe my luck can't beat yours! Come on, let's keep going!"

The others realized they were just making up the numbers.

Because of the huge stakes, even if they started with good hands, they dared not play recklessly, so very soon it was again just Ye Chen and William facing off directly.

In this hand, Ye Chen deliberately controlled the pace of his betting, steadily putting in about twenty million euros worth of chips, leaving him with only seven or eight million in chip value in hand—equivalent to seventy or eighty million on the table.

If Ye Chen lost this hand, he'd effectively have lost over nine hundred million euros and would immediately have to buy chips from William with real cash, per the rules.

William was also extremely excited at this point—less than half an hour in, and he'd already won nearly ten billion euros. This feeling was practically like dreaming.

Ye Chen stayed steady, threw in another five million chips, and now had only over two million left in hand.

William wanted to pressure Ye Chen into paying up quickly, so he immediately tossed in ten million chips and said: "Mr. Ye, I'm raising by one billion—you seem to be out of chips."

Ye Chen shrugged, shoved his worthless hand aside, and said: "I fold."

The crowd erupted in murmurs.

"He just folded like that?"

"Tossed out one or two billion, then says he's folding—just folding? What kind of player is this guy?"

"If I'd known he was this stupid, I'd have made him pay no matter what I said earlier! Can't let William take all the money!"

William was nearly laughing himself sick, but couldn't control his emotions, so he paused for a while before saying: "Mr. Ye, you're out of chips for the next round—don't you think we should settle up first?"

Ye Chen furrowed his brow, displeased, and said: "Damn, this is really weird! My luck today is just terrible..."

After saying that, he looked at William and asked: "So I have to pay to redeem my chips, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" William's whole face lit up like a chrysanthemum, squinting as he said: "Mr. Ye, how about I give you my Swiss bank account number?"

"Fine." Ye Chen nodded and said: "You give me the account number first, and I'll have finance arrange the transfer later."

As he spoke, Ye Chen added: "By the way, cross-border transfer, and in euros too—it'll definitely be a hassle, won't arrive anytime soon. We can't just make everyone wait here for my money to clear, can we? How about this: I'll pledge my Concorde jet to you, write up a mortgage agreement, sign and seal it, valued at three hundred million euros. You just give me thirty million chips—enough for me to play one more round—and you're good, right?"

William was nearly laughing himself crazy inside, but kept a straight face pretending to be troubled, sighing: "Mr. Ye, your Concorde is indeed rare, but it's really an old plane—is valuing it at three hundred million euros a bit too much?"

Ye Chen looked at William, shook his head with a look of contempt, and said: "So I'm telling you—you're just wishy-washy, like a woman! Never mind that my plane was originally a limited-edition model and I poured tons of money into refurbishing it—just look at it: you've already won nearly ten billion euros from me tonight. Even if I mortgage this Concorde at three hundred million euros to you, isn't it just one hand of cards? You win it back in one hand, and the plane is yours later. What's the difference between two hundred million and three hundred million?"

Olivia understood this, quickly said: "William! Mr. Ye is right—you're really not acting like a man at all! Quibbling over such a small thing—hurry up and agree to Mr. Ye, then give him thirty million chips!"

William finally came to his senses, thinking: "Damn, he's right! Anyway, Ye Chen pledged his plane to me—no matter how much I devalue it in chips, it's still ending up in my pocket. By then, not only will the plane be mine, but Ye Chen will also have to pay me ten billion euros. I'm walking in dog-shit luck today!"

Thinking that, William quickly pulled thirty million chips from his stack, respectfully pushed them forward with both hands, and said with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Ye, thirty million chips—please accept them."

Ye Chen reached out, took the thirty million chips, lightly nodded, then looked at Olivia and said seriously: "Hey, Olivia, speaking from the heart—you picked this guy as your partner? You've really wasted your potential!"

Olivia also thought William was a bit of a nobody, but after all, they were playing as a couple today—whatever William wins from Ye Chen, she gets half.

Ye Chen stacked the chips in front of him, asked for pen and paper, casually wrote up a simple mortgage agreement, then signed and stamped it.

After that, he handed the agreement to William, glanced at the dealer, and said with a half-smile: "Hey, buddy—you better deal me a good hand this round. I've lost so much, I deserve to win one, don't I?"

The dealer was about to say a couple of polite things when suddenly he felt an invisible surge of energy enter his brain, and immediately afterward, he respectfully nodded.

But this change in him—except for Ye Chen, no one else noticed...