My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 849: Such a Big Sum of "Small" Money
Ling Xue’s expression became quite colorful, changing again and again. Her heart was no longer calm. The initial ripples had turned into crashing waves. She couldn’t understand why this was happening. For the first time, holding the dice cup felt so unfamiliar to her. The dice’s rhythm was shaking in a pattern she couldn’t grasp, which surprised her greatly.
She always prided herself on her outstanding gambling skills, but now she was at a loss. After just two shakes, she couldn’t determine the dice points.
Ling Xue glanced at Ye Fan in confusion, then looked around. Finally, unable to make sense of it all, she blamed herself, thinking silently, "What’s going on? Did I use too much force? Impossible?"
A series of questions troubled her. She wanted to find a clue to solve her confusion, but there was nowhere to start. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
"Why? When he shakes it, everything is normal, and I can determine the points and the rhythm, but once it’s in my hands, it’s complete chaos." Ling Xue asked herself deeply, her fingers trembling as they held the dice cup.
"What’s wrong with the Little Gambling God?"
"Why does she look so troubled?"
Ling Xue’s reaction was unmasked, leading to puzzled discussions among the crowd.
Tang Jian’an and the other nine were all tense, fearing a result they did not wish to see.
At this moment, Ling Xue’s mind was a mess. She tried to listen carefully to the situation inside the dice cup, but the more she concentrated, the more chaotic her mind became. No matter how her brain worked, she couldn’t capture the result she wanted.
"Is heaven aiding the Chu Group, or has a spirit possessed the dice?" Ling Xue thought absurdly.
"Her state of mind is disturbed; this round depends entirely on Ling Xue’s luck. I believe the chance of losing is very small." Ye Fan thought to himself, what Ling Xue didn’t know was that he had tampered with the dice, causing the change.
Ling Xue angrily placed the dice cup on the gambling table with force, and said weakly, "I’ve lost this round."
She admitted defeat before even looking at the dice points, not because she knew the points, but because she had shaken it chaotically without confidence, preferring to concede rather than see the points she rolled.
Since her debut, she had rarely lost. In the few defeats she experienced, she always knew where she went wrong, and thus she thoroughly understood gambling. But now, it felt like the blind feeling out an elephant, she was utterly confused.
This feeling of helplessness gave her an unprecedented sense of failure.
Thus, she admitted defeat; rather than taking a lucky guess at the points, conceding seemed more straightforward.
Ye Fan couldn’t help but glance at Ling Xue again.
"Admit defeat?"
"How can you admit defeat?"
"The result isn’t out yet, how can you determine a win or loss?"
The onlookers were dissatisfied, their various speculations and discussions surged.
"Not good, this is a serious problem." Tang Jian’an and the others’ hearts skipped a beat, becoming spontaneously nervous, glancing at each other, and then Guo Xiong stepped forward to Ling Xue’s side, kindly saying, "Even if we lose, we will lose graciously."
When Guo Xiong said this, his heart twitched. If they lost, he would lose ten billion.
Guan Feitian and Ling Xue had come with Guo Xiong, which is why Guo Xiong represented the nine of them.
Ling Xue glanced at Guo Xiong, dejectedly saying, "Very well."
So, she lifted the lid of the dice cup. Her luck was not good; the three dice showed 1, 3, and 6, totaling only ten points. The discrepancy was clear, and the outcome was decided.
"What?"
"Lost??!!"
"What on earth happened?"
"The Little Gambling God admitted defeat first, is there a trick here? Could it be that the Little Gambling God colluded with the Chu Group?"
The discussions were turbulent, with various suspicions and slanders flying from the crowd’s mouths.
Guo Xiong nearly lost his balance, almost stumbling to the ground.
Tang Jian’an’s hands trembled, involuntarily retreating into his sleeves.
Song Tianba’s heart twitched, nearly causing him to faint.
Lu Binwang discreetly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Wang Jingwei felt a chill rise from his feet to his forehead.
The nine tycoons displayed varying degrees of loss of composure.
They are indeed the wealthiest in Huaxia; this is undeniably true. However, losing a ten-billion-dollar check in haste would significantly impact their cash flow. They are affluent because of their substantial fixed assets. Though the lost amount isn’t much, it’s still considerable, and it’s impossible not to feel the sting, especially with the loss of face, which is irretrievable. The nine tycoons jointly aimed to suppress the Chu Group, but in the end, they became the laughingstock. If this gets out, where could they possibly keep their dignity?
Ling Xue was indifferent to external discussions; she was more concerned about how she lost.
She shot a meaningful glance at Ye Fan, then at the dice and the cup, trying to discover something, but after careful observation, she faintly felt something was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint it.
"Where exactly is the problem?" Ling Xue couldn’t figure it out, her brows tightly knit.
"I knew it would end like this, but how did Brother Ye Fan manage to win? It’s so strange. Seeing Ling Xue’s complexion, something unpredictable must have happened." Song Meimei was baffled. She didn’t care about her father’s loss. Since her father wanted to provoke the Chu Group, he must bear the consequences. He deserved it.
If Song Tianba knew his daughter sided this way, he would have been furious enough to spit blood.
Tang Jian’an and the nine others didn’t look at Mengyao in a friendly way.
They also felt something was off, but if even Ling Xue couldn’t understand, they certainly couldn’t either. Unlike others, they refused to believe Ling Xue colluded with the Chu Group.
"Could it be Mr. Ye has remarkable gambling skills too? No, it’s impossible. The Little Gambling God’s loss wasn’t due to Ye Fan’s dice points, but for other reasons." Song Tianba spoke in dismay.
"This situation is damned bizarre. Did you guys notice? The Little Gambling God lost, and it was a clueless loss. Something is definitely up." Guo Xiong was filled with questions.
"No matter what, we’ve lost face." Tang Jian’an was beside himself, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Under the gaze of Tang Jian’an and the nine others, Mengyao felt quite satisfied, so she generously said, "With such a kind gesture of small change, I will graciously accept it."
"It’s just small change, President Chu, take it as you please. Besides, a gentleman should honor his bets; we won’t default." Tang Jian’an and the others were quite generous, although inwardly, they were quite bitter. Damn, how could this be small change? This was big money. Yet, since they used to brag about it being small change, now they could only swallow their pride.
