Luo Wentao sneered secretly in his heart. The young man was still too young after all, and he was dragged into the hell with just a few words.
In his opinion, as long as Ye Bufan was on the gambling table, his future destiny was in his hands. He could completely control everything about him and made him lie at his feet like a dog.
With this thought in his mind, he said with a friendly look, "Mr. Ye, what are you planning to play?"
Ye Bufan said, "What about dice. It's simple. You just need to know the number."
"Okay, let's play dice." Luo Wentao said, "Mr. Ye, let's exchange some chips first."
He took two people to the place where the chips were exchanged. Ye Bufan said, "Give me a 200-yuan chip."
The waiter said, "Sorry sir, this is a VIP lounge, and the smallest chip is 10,000 yuan
