My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 850: Who Will Have the Last Laugh

After some deliberation, Ling Xue concluded that there was no issue with herself, so it was clearly the dice. However, given the public setting, the dice couldn’t have been swapped by Ye Fan. Besides, Ling Xue herself didn’t notice anything wrong with the dice.

These strange occurrences unfolded, leaving Ling Xue perplexed and unable to grasp the key to the mystery.

"It must be the dice," Ling Xue made this judgment. Despite not understanding what was wrong with the dice, she still decided to switch to a new set for the next round.

Tang Jian’an and the nine others didn’t crowd around Ling Xue to emphasize anything, as they’d already seen that Ling Xue was fixated on her loss. Without them saying anything, Ling Xue would go all out to try to reverse the defeat. Thus, what they could do was to stay closely aligned with Ling Xue, win back what they lost, and give the Chu Group a harsh lesson.

"We didn’t start well in the first round. Should we increase our bets?" Tang Jian’an asked tentatively.

"Yes, absolutely! It has to be double what we lost. This round, not only do we need to win back our losses, but we also need to bleed the Chu Group heavily," Guo Xiong said grimly. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Song Tianba and several others exchanged glances, and their opinions quickly aligned.

The nine leaders whispered amongst themselves, and each took out a check for two billion.

They planned to win back their losses, and then consider that the next round would definitely be won by Ling Xue. By the third round, they were thinking of increasing their bets again, taking advantage of this chance to cause the Chu Group severe losses.

Qiu Wen received the nine checks, each for two billion, in her hands.

Tang Jian’an, maintaining a steady expression, said indifferently, "It’s just a small sum. President Chu, you wouldn’t be too afraid to bet on the second round after winning the first, would you?"

"Gamble, why not? Didn’t we win the first round? Can’t say we won’t win the second one too if luck is on our side. If we win two rounds in a row, it would be quite a windfall," Mengyao said calmly.

This remark made the nine leaders quietly fume. Their money turned into a windfall, then what had they become?

"Hmph, we’ll see," Tang Jian’an snorted angrily, then looked away, not wanting to subject himself to Mengyao’s attitude anymore.

"Arrogant when slightly successful, you think your luck will always be this good. Next, the Little Gambling God will unleash her power. In the face of absolute strength, luck amounts to nothing," the nine leaders thought to themselves, feeling a bit stifled by Mengyao’s boastful words. Yet they didn’t lose their temper, waiting for the results to prove them right so they could sharply criticize President Chu.

Ye Fan gestured to let Ling Xue roll the dice for the second round of gambling.

According to the rules, since Ye Fan won the first round, Ling Xue naturally had the initiative to roll the dice first.

Ling Xue calmly said, "I request to change the dice."

She wasn’t asking but speaking with certainty.

This remark caused a strong reaction from the crowd present.

"Why change the dice?"

"Is there something wrong with the dice?"

"But the dice clearly have no issue, this is common knowledge. Who would dare bring faulty dice?"

"Could it be Ye Fan tampered with the dice, leaving the Little Gambling God at a loss, leading to a forfeit in the first round?"

"But how could that be possible? Just based on Ye Fan’s demonstrated proficiency, how could he tamper with the dice under such scrutiny without the Little Gambling God noticing? That’s something that can’t possibly happen."

The discussions were fervent, with the shock and doubt among the crowd intensely palpable.

Even in the depths of Tang Jian’an and the other nine’s eyes, an indistinguishable glimmer flickered.

Ling Xue, though unable to pinpoint the exact issue with the dice, felt something was amiss with her keen intuition.

This was her initial reason for requesting a change of dice.

Ye Fan, meeting Ling Xue’s intense gaze, nonchalantly replied, "No problem."

"I don’t know what you’re relying on, but I want to see how you handle this next," Ling Xue thought confidently to herself.

Soon, a brand new set of dice and dice cups were placed on the table.

"I’m starting," Ling Xue said politely.

"Go ahead," Ye Fan said, unfazed.

The second round of gambling had begun, and everyone’s attention was fixed on Ye Fan and Ling Xue, anticipating the outcome.

Ling Xue shook the dice a few times, then placed the cup on the gambling table in one smooth motion and revealed it.

"Three sixes." Even before revealing them, Ling Xue was assured. Once unveiled, three sixes it was, without any deviation, finally bringing a satisfied smile to her face. "Now that’s more like it," she said.

"Wow, three sixes."

"This round, the Little Gambling God is sure to win."

"Unless Ye Fan can also roll three sixes, it would be a tie. But how is that possible? Given Ye Fan’s gambling skills, no matter how lucky he is, he couldn’t possibly roll another three sixes. The odds are almost zero."

"President Chu thinking to play against all nine leaders. It’s sheer overestimation—winning one round as a fluke; next round, even with good luck, there’s no possible win."

"This time the nine leaders have turned the tables, not only winning back what they lost but gaining decisively."

The onlookers began discussing with schadenfreude expressions.

They didn’t care about the Chu Group’s situation; as long as the Chu Group lost, it would be a welcome sight.

"Ha ha..." The nine leaders stayed composed, wearing bright smiles with the air of victors.

Guo Xiong eagerly said, "Now we’ve definitely won. Lucky we increased the stakes, otherwise severely hurting the Chu Group wouldn’t be feasible."

"Stay calm, it’s all small money. We must remain calm, or our image in President Chu’s eyes will be quite lacking," Song Tianba advised, barely hiding his delight.

"Yes, we must remain calm, ha ha, indeed it’s all small money," Wang Jingwei said, feeling smug.

Lu Binwang moved closer to Mengyao, not far away, and arrogantly said, "So, President Chu, what do you think now? Got to admit defeat, right?"

"Not necessarily," Mengyao replied irritable.

"President Chu, why deceive yourself, don’t you even have the ability to judge this level of skill?" Tang Jian’an said sarcastically.

"Until the end, who knows who will laugh last?" Mengyao replied lightly.

"You just keep holding on; let’s see if you can still be so calm later. If you can’t compensate for our bets, you can say so. We might consider giving alms to the Chu Group," Song Tianba said with infuriating provocation.

"You are celebrating way too early," Mengyao laughed coldly.

[First time writing with a generator, mind going numb, simply because the poor author here has a power outage, sob sob, how pitiful!!]