Fu Yunshen did not respond to Wen Yuci's words.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette, then drew a card.
After discarding a two of bamboos, the man sitting opposite him exclaimed with joy, "President Fu, this two of bamboos you've discarded is exactly what I needed for my seven pairs!"
Wen Yuci stood behind Fu Yunshen, and she saw that he had broken a pair of two of bamboos and discarded it on purpose to set a trap.
People of their standing always gambled big in their games.
Fu Yunshen's chip drawer was already empty.
The tall figure of Fu Yunshen leaned back in his chair, his handsome face revealing a mocking smile, "I'm all out of chips, so tonight I can only satisfy Director Zheng in other ways."
Director Zheng was in his forties this year, bald and potbellied, revealing a gold tooth when he smiled.
He waved his hand, "There's no need to be polite, President Fu, you can owe it first."
