After Qi Xinghu went north, he introduced Wen Ye to Lao Nofu, a local small businessman who bought medicinal materials.

However, Wen Ye was led by Old Nov, and after two days of wandering around the medicinal materials market in the local town, he discovered that the one million in his hand was indeed quite a lot, but there were also a lot of really good medicinal materials in this town, and there were also

None are cheap.

After so many years of trade, the residents of these small towns have suffered a lot from information asymmetry, but they have become shrewd after suffering too much. At this time, it is simply impossible to pick up the leaks.

Wen Ye just made a rough calculation. If he wanted to buy all the medicinal materials that he liked, it would be a dream to take them away for one million.

And according to what he and Liu Yihui said, he would have to buy at least another three to four hundred thousand of ordinary good medicinal materials before he could sell them at a higher price in Mingzhu to give them a sufficient return on their investment.

Wen Ye almost didn't think about it and had an idea in his mind.

After his inquiry, Old Nov introduced him to the largest and only casino in the town.

It was indeed overcrowded inside, with a mixture of Chinese and foreigners, cigarettes, strong drinks and noodles, Slavic beauties dressed as fast as they were without clothes, thugs with big guns on their waists, various tattoos and knives, giving this casino a dark outline.

Very violent color.

Wen Ye plays stud.

The one million chips in front of him quickly turned into three million, alarming the entire casino's gamblers who came to watch the fun.

Old Nov's expression changed a long time ago, and he signaled Wen Ye several times to leave, but Wen Ye was unmoved at all and won steadily.

Until the chips in front of me became five million.

It was already three o'clock in the morning.

"Bang!"

Inside, a bald Slavic man with red eyes who had lost all his money suddenly stood up and slapped the big stubby revolver on his waist on the gaming table.

He is just over two meters tall and has two thick arms exposed from his tactical vest. One is striped with a werewolf howling moon and the other is a vampire bat. He is sucking the neck of a naked woman. There are a pair of symmetrical black tattoos on his left and right cheeks.

Ugly scars, it seems

The wound left by being pierced by some kind of weapon was extremely oppressive. He stared fiercely at Wen Ye, who was sitting and smiling at him, and shouted in a low voice: "I bet my life with you! Either you give up all the chips

Stay and get out of here, or you can bet with me!"

Although his fluent Chinese sounds a bit lame, he speaks it much more smoothly than Old Nov.

Moreover, he also uses the national curse "Lao Tzu", which is obviously a profound influence from Chinese civilization.

The entire casino fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Wen Ye, who was like a little white sheep, with eyes that were watching the show and pity.

This is the end of being greedy and not knowing when enough is enough. In the end, you either get out with a shameful face and lose completely, or you leave the body here and then throw it into the forest and feed it to the wild beasts in the forest. It is guaranteed that the sun will not rise tomorrow morning.

, and was eaten clean.

Old Nov quickly walked to the bald man and talked to him.

But it was in Slavic, and Wen Ye couldn't understand a word. He just sat there with a smile, playing with two red copper chips casually in his hands.

The big Slavic man glanced at Wen Ye and said a few words to Old Nov. As their conversation continued, Wen Ye found that the eyes of the people in the casino had changed again when they looked at him.

It's no longer like looking at a little white sheep facing a bear, but becoming surprised.

Wen Ye heard the pronunciation of "Qi Xinghu" in Lao Nov's Slavic language, and knew that this was an introduction to his origins.

And depending on the situation, Qi Xinghu still has a certain influence in this place.

"Since you belong to Tiger, take away your chips and another 300,000 and get out!"

Seeing the big man speak, Old Nov took a long breath and said to Wen Ye: "Let's go, I earned 300,000 just by playing casually at night, which is enough for me."

"I will take every cent of this money."

Wen Ye's words did not cause a big commotion in the casino, because there were only about a dozen Chinese faces in the casino, and the other six or seven people were all Slavs.

"Young man, it's okay. He called Xiong Tu and he is a mercenary. If he doesn't kill you and throw you into the forest, he will already be giving the tiger face."

A Chinese-faced man in his early thirties was also at the stud table. He had lost more than two million. Half of Wen Ye's winnings were his, but his expression remained unchanged.

At this time, he lit a cigarette and advised Wen Ye: "It's easy for us to make money here. We can just pour a few million back and forth a few times. There is no need to risk our lives."

Wen Ye suddenly stood up, reached out and took Ren Xiong Tu's revolver in his hand.

"What?"

"lay down!"

Several thugs immediately changed their colors and took out their big spray guns and pointed at Wen Ye and yelled warnings, but they were in Slavic. Of course, although Wen Ye couldn't understand it, he could probably guess the meaning of these shouts.

He opened the revolver's magazine,

"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang~"

Five bullets fell on the table and bounced crisply on the table.

Everyone understood what he meant, and the whole room was in an uproar. People from three floors inside and three outside immediately surrounded him, and the crowd was instantly filled with water.

Even the thugs stopped their trolling in shock and crowded in to watch the show.

This kind of gambling method has been rare in this chaotic town for several years, and there is actually a Chinese in it, which they have never seen or heard of.

"Okay, okay, I won't bully you, I'll go first!"

Renxiong Tu smiled ferociously at Wen Ye, and all the muscles in his body were shaking.

"Need not."

"Click!"

Wen Ye closed the wheel, held it with his right hand, and turned it in a circle one by one with his left hand.

Then one hand turned violently, and the wheel started to rotate violently like a flying tourbillon.

Then when the speed gradually slowed down, his right hand shook slightly.

"Click!"

Stop immediately.

"liquor!"

Wen Ye shouted to Lao Nuofu.

A bottle of vodka was placed in front of Wen Ye. He picked up the bottle and took a big sip, then opened his mouth and said, "Click!"

The sound was not loud, but it made everyone's scalp numb with shock.

Ren Xiong Tu's eyes showed a look of contempt, and he reached out towards Wen Ye for the revolver.

But Wen Ye didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he picked up the bottle and took another big sip, then opened his mouth and said, "Click!"

The whole room was silent, and everyone looked at Wen Ye in shock, - Is this looking for death?

Then, he took another sip of wine, opened his mouth, and said, "Click!"

Take another sip of wine, open your mouth, "Click!"

The contempt in Ren Xiong Tu's eyes turned into shock.

Just when everyone thought Wen Ye would take the fifth sip of wine and try the penultimate blow.

He smiled and handed the revolver to Ren Xiong Tu.

"Coax~"

The whole room was in an uproar again, because Wen Ye's behavior once again broke everyone's usual predictions.

"Young man, no wonder you can win these four million, no wonder Tiger brought you here!"

The Chinese man looked at Wen Ye approvingly and said, "I guess this shot will kill him!"

"Tudu, you are so confident. I don't believe in this evil today. Boy, if I don't die, just stand still and let me shoot you to death!"

Renxiong Tu went to take the revolver from Wen Ye's hand with a ferocious smile on his face.

"I bought this for three million!"

"Bang!"

As 'Tudui' finished speaking, Wen Ye pulled the trigger towards the roof.

A crisp explosion rumbled throughout the room.

Ren Xiong Tu's expression changed drastically, the pupils in his eyes tightened, and his outstretched hand froze midway.

That night, Wen Ye's funds snowballed from one million to eight million.
Chapter completed!