"Yes," Yang Chengfeng nodded and asked, "Manager Luo, you also know him?"
"Of course I do. Miss Nanrong is so famous, who hasn't heard of her boyfriend? It's just that I never had the chance to meet him." After saying this, Luo Haiou looked at Ling Chen, who was still arguing with the dealer, took a few steps forward, and smiled, "Mr. Ling."
Ling Chen turned around, looked at Luo Haiou who was speaking, and said displeasingly, "Who are you? Move aside, don't disturb me from gambling."
Luo Haiou didn't mind Ling Chen's tone at all, and said amiably, "Mr. Ling, the maximum bet at this table cannot exceed five hundred thousand. There's no need to make it hard for him. How about this, if you want to gamble big, I can take you to the VIP room, how does that sound?"
"VIP room? What place is that?"
"The minimum stake there is one million, as long as you have the money, you can bet as much as you want," Luo Haiou said with a smile.
