Ling Chen chose the blackjack table, a relatively simple gambling game that mainly relies on luck, with not much skill involved.
"Fatty." Ling Chen patted Hu Fei on the shoulder and said, "Go get me two million in chips."
With a face full of resentment, Hu Fei glanced at Ling Chen. Out of consideration for Yang Chengfeng who was still beside them, he suppressed his heartache, didn't say a word, and obediently ran to the chip exchange to get two million in chips.
Seeing Ling Chen exchange so much in chips at once, Yang Chengfeng couldn't help but advise, "Mr. Ling, small bets make for good fun, but big bets harm the body. It's fine to play, but there's no need to bet so big."
"President Yang, what's the usual bet size here?"
