"The check is real?"

This time, Li Feng was completely dumbfounded.

He had adamantly asserted that Qin Fang's check was a fake, certain that Qin Fang couldn't produce fifty million, but now, reality harshly slapped him in the face, leaving him utterly stupefied.

And the croupier's statement was like adding fuel to the fire, turning Li Feng's face entirely green with envy.

Yes, it was he who had agreed that Qin Fang could raise the bet, and even said that Qin Fang could raise it by any amount. Therefore, the upper limit of the bet had naturally shifted from the original ten million to now having no upper limit.

But now that Qin Fang truly placed the bet, Li Feng couldn't even think of backing out. He was left with only two choices—fold or call.

If he chose to fold, it would mean losing this round, and he would lose everything he had won – the more than two million plus his original capital of ten million – all in one go to Qin Fang. Qin Fang wouldn't even need to reveal his hole cards to win instantly.

If he chose to call, he would have to at the very least match Qin Fang's recent bet of thirty-eight million, making up the fifty million bet total...

Without a doubt, as things had unfolded to this point, Li Feng could be said to have no way out, and overall, his chances of ultimately winning were higher. If he gave up now, that would be a huge loss.

Not to mention that the ten million of betting capital was borrowed from the casino, and the money was to be paid back. Even though the interest wasn't high, just the principal alone was already more than Li Feng could bear.

"Alright, I'll call..."

As the saying goes, more lice than you can scratch, more debts than you can worry about... whether it's a million or five million, it's all borrowed anyway. The higher the stakes, the greater the potential winnings.

If Li Feng won this hand, not only would he be able to pay back the borrowed money immediately, but he would also earn a clean fifty million...

This was definitely a gamble worth taking!

"Sorry, Mr. Li, based on your VIP card level, ten million is already the highest amount we can lend you... we can't lend you any more..."

The casino's financial manager hadn't left yet and seemed to understand that Li Feng intended to borrow money. When Li Feng tried to borrow the funds to match the bet, the casino's financial manager immediately courteously refused.

Every member of Elite Salon could borrow a certain limit of money from here, but depending on the VIP card's level, the borrowable amount differed.

Borrowing ten million was definitely a privilege only available to high-level members, but similarly, the casino had a strict limit and was not lending indefinitely. Going beyond this limit was beyond the financial manager's authority to decide.

Moreover...

"That Fan Jin seems to be quite something!"

As Li Feng was preparing to borrow money, Qin Fang unexpectedly noticed that Fan Jin had given the casino's financial manager a certain look, and as a result, the outcome was entirely different.

How exactly Elite Salon operated remained unclear even to influential figures like Tang Cheng and Ning Weiqiang; they only knew that the owner behind the scenes had a very influential background.

Just like when Li Rui unified the Ninghai Underground, for venues like Elite Salon, he naturally wanted to get involved. However, the end result was that he didn't gain any advantage and had to retreat elsewhere—setting up Bihai Pavilion in opposition to Elite Salon...

Exactly what had happened was perhaps only known by Li Rui himself. Nonetheless, it wasn't hard to deduce from this that the background of Elite Salon was definitely very strong.

All these had little to do with Qin Fang. He came to Elite Salon merely for leisure and had no intention of meddling with its affairs.

However, seeing Fan Jin's subtle gesture, even though Qin Fang was not particularly concerned with the intricacies here, he vaguely felt that Fan Jin seemed to have a connection with Elite Salon.

Of course, exactly what the connection is, that's not something Qin Fang could guess.

"What? Not lending anymore..."

Li Feng's face turned pale as well; he didn't expect the situation to come to this juncture only for it to fall through. He had limited funds on hand, and the reason he could bet so big was only because the Elite Salon had lent him this money to keep him afloat. But he hadn't expected that just as he was on the cusp of a big victory, he would have to cease due to insufficient capital...

"Li..."

Seeing such a scene, Qin Fang naturally did not wish for the matter to end so simply. Ten million was not a small sum, but it was far from enough to cause Li Rui a heartache, and there was still a significant gap from his initial estimates. Therefore, Qin Fang opened his mouth, ready to adopt an alternative method.

"Mr. Li, right? Actually, I'm very optimistic about your hand this round... but under these circumstances... how about this, I'll give you ten million, and you sell me this hand, how about it?"

However, before Qin Fang could finish speaking, someone else unexpectedly spoke up first. It turned out to be none other than Fan Jin, who had just been making eyes at the financial manager.

And this one statement made Qin Fang's gaze slightly more somber... There was no doubt, this was not what he wanted to see.

Buying this hand for ten million, given Li Feng's current predicament, was absolutely like manna from heaven—Li Feng was coerced by reality to fold, and the more than ten million he bet would vanish into thin air.

If Li Feng accepted Fan Jin's offer, he would have at least ten million in hand, which he could use to pay back the Elite Salon right away, as if he had never participated in this gambling round...

Thinking of it that way, Li Feng actually came out somewhat ahead—

But why would Fan Jin be willing to fork out such a large sum to buy this hand?

It was because the likelihood of winning now was greater; Fan Jin could afford this much, and getting this hand was like exchanging ten million for fifty million—any fool would know who came out ahead.

Although Li Feng was not the sharpest tool in the shed, he understood Fan Jin's intentions—was he supposed to give up such a good opportunity to make money so easily? Not so fast...

Thus, Li Feng appeared extremely hesitant, unsure whether to accept or decline...

"Or how about this, I'll lend you thirty-eight million for now... though the interest, naturally, will be a little higher!"

Seemly seeing Li Feng's hesitation and indecision, Fan Jin did not press him, but shifted to another proposal, one that seemed to make Li Feng's eyes light up instantly.

Even Qin Fang, upon hearing this, let out a sigh of relief, after all, his adversary was Li Feng, not Fan Jin, whose identity and background were both shrouded in mystery.

During the conversation, Fan Jin snapped his fingers and immediately someone approached him. After whispering a few words, the young man left for a moment and soon returned with several documents in hand.

"Mr. Li, this is a loan agreement. In Hong Kong, these are all very standardized, please don't mind..."

While everyone was wondering what the documents were, Fan Jin explained with a smile that he was from Hong Kong, where everything was done according to the law, much more so than on the Mainland. This clarification made it more understandable to the crowd.

"Okay, I'll sign..."

Compared to the previous condition, this one clearly aligned more with Li Feng's interests, and the contract also appeared to be quite formal. Even though he hadn't seen a Hong Kong loan agreement before, this one seemed to have no issues as far as he could tell. The only thing he found somewhat unsatisfactory was that the interest was indeed a bit high, even 50% higher than that of usurious loans.

Of course, if he were to borrow usurious loans from the outside, nearly forty million in funds was not an amount many lenders could afford.

Although the interest was a bit high, after some thought, Li Feng gritted his teeth and nodded, swiftly signing his name on the agreement.

With fifty million right in front of him waiting to be won, what did that little bit of interest matter? If worst came to worst, he could win Qin Fang's money and immediately pay off the loan, saving quite a bit on interest... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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