"This..." Yang Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, unable to read Ling Chen's intentions, so he dared not agree casually.
At this moment, Luo Haiou came over from the side and said with a smile, "Mr. Ling, if you didn't bring that much money, it's okay, we can provide some loan."
Ling Chen's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How much can I borrow?"
"With Ling Chen's status, naturally, as much as you want, but, we need to issue an IOU."
"Okay, give me eighty million first."
"No problem." Luo Haiou agreed very readily, immediately had someone bring over eighty million in chips, and handed over the prepared IOU for Ling Chen to sign and put his thumbprint on.
Ling Chen didn't say anything further, he signed his name directly and pressed his red thumbprint. After completing the IOU, carrying a tray with eighty million chips, he squeezed back to the gambling table, ready to throw a five million chip onto the table.
