OFR – Chapter 287 What is cold, what is king! (Part 4)

At this moment.

After staring up for about ten seconds, the manager of Zijin Hut Pavilion withdrew his gaze and hurried off to fetch chips for a group of top-tier elites seated atop the Zijin Pavilion.

Yes, no matter how shocked he was, he could not forget his duty.

However, he etched the name “Leng” deeply into his memory.

Because he had a strange intuition—that perhaps this youth known only by the codename “Leng” was truly the most dazzling protagonist in today’s unprecedented storm sweeping across Nanjing City!

With this thought, the manager wasted no time and turned into the safest building of Zijin Hut Pavilion.

Once he opened the pavilion, a group of trusted staff began moving out stacks of chips printed with golden patterns and shaped like coins.

These were the real-world representations of Bitcoin chips.

Though they cost little more to manufacture than ordinary coins, their value was nearly 50,000 times that of a regular coin!
Even rarer than some antiques or collectible currencies.

This was Bitcoin.

A digital currency born in 2008 that, over eleven years, had built an empire of online finance.

Currently, the exchange rate between Bitcoin and RMB hovered around 50,000.

So each chip symbolized a value of 50,000 RMB.

Even at such a staggering price, the 30 billion RMB wager nearly emptied a third of the manager’s inventory in that building.

Over 600,000 Bitcoins were carefully transported to the top of the pavilion by trusted staff.

During the process, many wealthy onlookers turned their eyes upward.

Truth be told, many of those present were regulars at the Zijin Hut Pavilion, often playing a few hands of Texas Hold’em and purchasing Bitcoin chips.

But each time, they’d only buy dozens or perhaps a hundred.

Today, however, as they stared at the sheer quantity—the countless rows of gleaming gold Bitcoin chips—

Suddenly, they truly felt the gap between themselves and those seated at the top of the pavilion.

Indeed, dozens of chips versus hundreds of thousands—that was a chasm.

As for gambling sessions involving tens of billions, it seemed only those at the upstairs banquet were capable of such extravagance in all of Nanjing.

No one else could.

With these thoughts in mind, the spectators sipped fine wine from their seats and quietly watched the unfolding storm.

Not because they were idle or detached, but because in today’s banquet, they were destined to be just that—spectators.

At precisely noon—

A brand-new deck of poker cards, specifically for Texas Hold’em, was brought in by staff, and the 600,000+ Bitcoin chips were evenly distributed among the participants.

Everyone—Nalan Yunshao, Rong Qingwen, Mu Bai, Chen Yunzhi, Dongfang Jing, and others—had piles of chips stacked in front of them.

During the chip distribution, the manager of Zijin Hut Pavilion also returned their bank cards.

When returning Mu Bai’s card, he also conveyed the message that Nalan Yunshao had paid 5 billion on his behalf.

Mu Bai had already been informed of the 5-billion chip loan from Dongfang Jing the day before.

But honestly, Mu Bai didn’t appreciate such forced favors. In fact, he was slightly repulsed by them.

He never liked taking advantage of others.

But now, if he were to refuse outright, it would damage Nalan Yunshao’s dignity.

So upon hearing the message, he simply nodded without saying a word, silently contemplating his next move.

Just as he was lost in thought, Rong Qingwen—seated at the head of the right row—began shuffling the new deck and said softly, almost like a host:

“Given your usual mystique—Yunshao, President Chen, Queen Dongfang, Young Master Leng—I’m not sure if any of you play Texas Hold’em. If not, I can explain the rules. It originated in early 20th-century Texas, in the small town of Robstown…”

He began explaining the rules of Texas Hold’em in a calm and articulate manner.

Though Mu Bai had some knowledge of the game, he wasn’t deeply familiar, so he listened intently.

Soon, he realized—Rong Qingwen truly lived up to his status as the direct heir of the Rong Group.

He wasn’t merely explaining the rules.

When he began elaborating on fixed-limit tables, pot-limit tables, and no-limit tables, his ambition became crystal clear.

In the midst of casual conversation, a verbal sparring match erupted between Rong Qingwen and Nalan Yunshao—neither yielding an inch—ultimately leading them to settle on a no-limit table.

No-limit meant there would be no rules—pure financial carnage.

“Very well. Since Yunshao has made it so clear, then let’s begin.”

Rong Qingwen had reached his goal—he wanted to pressure them into agreeing to a no-limit match.

He wanted Nalan Yunshao and the others to lose—completely and painfully.

He returned to his seat.

On the surface, his face remained calm.

But those around him—Li Shaofeng, Yu Youxiong, and others—noticed the slight tremble in his fingers beneath the table.

They knew—the pressure on this heir of the Rong family was at a terrifying level.

To go one-on-five against Nalan Yunshao, Chen Yunzhi, Leng, Dongfang Jing, and Qing Yanchen…

And still appear calm and almost arrogant?

Truth be told, even Yu Youxiong and Li Shaofeng were deeply impressed by his composure.

But despite their admiration, they had no intention of stepping in—yet.

Because they knew all too well: once they acted, they would stand in direct opposition to the Nalan family.

So even now, they hesitated—hoping, with a sliver of optimism, that unless Rong Qingwen was truly cornered, they wouldn’t need to intervene.

Before the match, Rong Qingwen had told them—he only needed them as backup forces.

Their only duty was to step in powerfully at the brink of defeat—and nothing more.

This also showed just how confident Rong Qingwen was—he actually wanted to dominate the entire table alone.

“Dealer, deal the cards!”

“Dealer, deal the cards!”

As Yu Youxiong and the others were lost in thought, the voices of Nalan Yunshao and Rong Qingwen rang out simultaneously.

The professional female dealer standing nearby smiled with practiced ease. She picked up the fresh deck and, with expert skill, began shuffling in full view of all.

Moments later, she began dealing in a formal and precise manner.

After all, with a game worth hundreds of billions and involving the highest elite of Nanjing, there could be no room for mistakes.

The room fell silent during the deal. Once the hole cards were dealt, it was time to look at them.

But to her astonishment—not a single person glanced at their hole cards!

They simply sat there calmly, waiting.

This shocked the dealer and left her utterly confused.

But soon—within just a few minutes—she understood why.

Because in today’s game, for these people, hole cards might as well be a joke.

Especially when, just minutes later, the youngest player coldly declared:

“A mere five billion? The Rong family can have it.”

That one sentence echoed across the Zijin Pavilion.

And at that moment, she could feel it:

The entire atmosphere of the pavilion exploded.