Dinner was very sumptuous.
The dining table was laden with high-end ingredients.
The restaurant specialized in Western cuisine.
There was top-grade Wagyu steak, premium blue lobster, black gold abalone, a basin-sized king crab, and even white truffles and high-quality caviar.
It was all about luxury.
A meal like this would cost at least six figures.
Lin Zu said he arranged the dinner, but it was obvious that Song YaWen must have paid for it.
For a rich woman with a net worth of tens of billions, this kind of meal was nothing.
During dinner, everyone chatted freely.
However, it was mostly Mai Zijie, Song YaWen, and Liu Rui who talked more, discussing many things about Song Guohui and some private topics within their circle.
Ouyang Hua said very little.
Only Mai Zi would occasionally bring the conversation to him, talking about some of the dramatic changes in the gambling world of Hong Kong in his early years.
Whenever this happened, Ouyang Hua would become animated.
As he spoke more, Chen Feng gradually learned some of Ouyang Hua's background.
This person was not very famous, in fact.
Mai Zijie said he had the reality of a Gambling King but not the title.
This was mainly because, more than twenty years ago, there were several very famous Gambling King competitions within the industry due to conflicts between the gambling circles of Hong Kong and Macau.
At that time, Ouyang Hua also participated.
And with his exquisite gambling skills, he cleared all obstacles and made it into the finals.
If he had won, he would have become famous overnight.
Unfortunately, in the semi-finals, Ouyang Hua was soundly defeated by Macau Gambling King He Yingsheng, and from then on, he became disheartened and completely dejected.
Later, he focused solely on operating casinos and never participated in any gambling competitions again.
Thus, people gradually forgot about him.
...
After three rounds of drinks, Song YaWen, who was in the midst of a lively conversation, suddenly looked at Chen Feng and asked with a smile, “Mr. Chen, what do your parents do? Is it convenient to say?”
“My dad is a Carpenter, and my mom is an employee at a grain and oil store. They’re very ordinary, nothing I can’t talk about.”
Chen Feng shrugged.
“Oh?”
Song YaWen blinked her charming eyes, puzzled, “Does anyone in Mr. Chen’s family operate a casino?”
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Hua immediately became very alert.
His bright eyes were fixed on Chen Feng’s face, observing his micro-expressions.
The others also stopped talking.
They were all looking at Chen Feng.
Because this was a question that everyone couldn't figure out.
Chen Feng still maintained a calm demeanor, shaking his head with a smile, “Sister Song, no one in my family is involved in gambling. Everything I know is actually from haphazardly studying Hong Kong gambling movies. When I was a child, I loved watching gambling movies and felt they were so magical. To be able to play poker at that level, so I just figured it out on my own.”
Song YaWen: “…”
Figured it out on your own to that extent?
Wouldn't those gamblers who practiced diligently for a lifetime become fools and idiots?
Lin Zu was also somewhat puzzled: “A Feng, when did you practice? When we were in school, I never saw you play poker like that.”
“When we were in school?”
Chen Feng looked speechless: “When we were in school, we played Fight the Landlord, Arch Pig, and Three Against One. Why would I be interested in fancy tricks? If it weren't for Director Mai's character requirements, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to play these fancy tricks in my life.”
“That’s true.”
Lin Zu nodded.
Mai Zijie chuckled beside him, “But honestly, A Feng’s poker handling is indeed very professional. If you really figured it out yourself, then I’d have to give you a big thumbs up.”
“Mr. Chen.”
Ouyang Hua suddenly spoke: “Could you let me witness it with my own eyes?”
“Witness what?”
Chen Feng glanced at him.
“To see your technique.”
“Mr. Ouyang, I just play around, it’s not refined enough for a grand stage.”
“No, no, Mr. Chen’s technique is not just playing around. I suspect that Mr. Chen might not be telling the truth. If Mr. Chen doesn’t mind, how about playing a couple of hands now? Perhaps, I could also play a couple of hands with you.”
Upon hearing this, Mai Zijie’s eyes immediately lit up: “Oh, Mr. Ouyang has this elegant interest, it’s truly rare. You haven’t personally played in a long time, have you?”
“That’s great, we can watch the fun.”
Song YaWen also smiled and waved to Lin Zu: “Azu, go call a waiter and ask them to bring a deck of cards.”
“Okay.”
Lin Zu immediately stood up and ran out.
Chen Feng: “…”
Liu Rui quietly watched him from the side.
She was becoming more and more curious about his endless skills.
Soon, the playing cards were delivered.
They were placed on the table.
Ouyang Hua gestured towards Chen Feng with his hand.
Chen Feng, however, did not move.
Instead, he looked at Ouyang Hua and said calmly, “Please, Mr. Ouyang.”
“I haven’t touched playing cards in many years. Please, Mr. Chen?”
“Hehe, if Mr. Ouyang doesn’t show off a bit, how dare a junior like me show off my meager skills before an expert. How about Mr. Ouyang demonstrates first?”
Ouyang Hua looked at Chen Feng, his eyes very sharp.
It was the look of a competitor.
It was clear that after he saw Chen Feng’s poker handling, a desire to win had arisen in his heart.
He was definitely itching to play.
So, Ouyang Hua no longer stood on ceremony.
He reached out and picked up the card box, slowly unwrapping the packaging, taking out the playing cards inside, and placing them in his hand.
No one in the private room spoke anymore.
They all watched him with great interest.
The real feeling of observing this kind of technique live is different.
When you watch it on TV, you always feel it's fake.
But watching it live is different.
Ouyang Hua began.
He started shuffling the cards.
His two hands changed back and forth like fluttering butterflies.
A deck of cards seemed to stick to his hands; no matter how he cut or shuffled, not a single card fell.
Several people watched in amazement, their eyes wide with wonder.
This is a master.
This is a master.
A moment later, Ouyang Hua placed the entire deck neatly on the table, looked at Chen Feng, and said, “Mr. Chen, I’ve made a fool of myself.”
Song YaWen beside him also sighed from the bottom of her heart: “I used to think these techniques were fake, but today I finally saw it with my own eyes, it’s so amazing.”
“Mr. Ouyang is truly impressive.”
Lin Zu also gave a thumbs up.
However, he mumbled to himself: “I feel like it’s not as good as A Feng’s, it’s just so-so.”
Mai Zijie enjoyed watching, and looked at Chen Feng with a smile: “A Feng, you try. Mr. Ouyang’s card skills were at a level that dominated Hong Kong twenty years ago.”
“It’s very impressive.”
Chen Feng finally nodded.
Then, he did not pick up the playing cards and perform shuffling or cutting tricks as others expected.
Instead, he slowly reached out his hand.
He pressed down on the card faces with his thumb and forefinger, slowly spreading them out.
Then, with one finger, he slowly pushed out four cards from the deck.
Ouyang Hua's expression changed.
The others were confused.
Chen Feng had already withdrawn his hand.
Lin Zu was baffled and immediately reached out to flip over the four face-down cards.
The result was a gasp of surprise.
The others were also dumbfounded.
Those four cards were, astonishingly, four Aces.
Holy cow!
Holy mother of all cows!
Chen Feng actually pulled off this trick?
He was able to silently memorize the order of all the cards while Ouyang Hua was shuffling?
Otherwise, how could he have picked out four Aces?
The shock in Ouyang Hua's heart was beyond words.
This, this is real skill...