OFR – Chapter 290 What is cold, what is king! (Part 7)

One Round All-in!

All-in with fifty billion in just one round!
No one expected that the young man on the pavilion would make such a soul-stirring move right at the start!

“A mere fifty billion — why not gift it to the Rong family?”
This seemingly reckless statement struck everyone present with an almost suffocating pressure!

Yes, Cold Shao simply placed that fifty billion on the table. But the question was — did Rong Qingwen dare to call it?

Fifty billion!
Could Rong Qingwen truly be as decisive and resolute as Cold Shao, and go all-in with his own fifty billion in chips?

Even the many wealthy elites of Nanjing in attendance felt that would be a tall order.

After all, this was all the chips Rong Qingwen currently had — his greatest leverage in this contest of strength with Nalan Yunshao, Chen Yunzhi, and others.

Even Rong Qingwen himself probably hadn’t expected to be forced into such a position right at the start of this world-shaking gamble!
Fifty billion was no small amount — not even for the eldest direct heir of the Rong family.

At this moment, everyone at the Zijin Pavilion could clearly see the hesitation on Rong Qingwen’s face —
The wavering and loss of composure on the face of the man who, from the very beginning, had exuded the aura of dominance and control.

Because Cold Shao’s move was far too unexpected.
And far too shockingly bold.

All-in with fifty billion, right from the start — who had ever seen such a heaven-defying act?

Was such a move foolish?
No one could give a definitive answer. Opinions in the room were surely all over the place.

But one thing was certain —
Everyone could feel the overwhelming arrogance surging across the room, almost suffocating in intensity.

So arrogant that placing fifty billion directly on the table —
even placing it on the scale tilted toward Rong Qingwen — still left the man unable to muster the courage to respond in kind.

He hesitated.
He lost his rhythm.

And this wasn’t just anyone — this was Rong Qingwen —
The direct heir to the Rong family, a towering figure of power who once stirred the clouds of the northern elite circles.

And now, even someone like him was wavering in front of Cold Shao’s presence.

What is “Cold”? What does “Cold Shao” mean?

At this moment, those Nanjing elites who were seeing Cold Shao for the first time finally understood.

Cold Shao!

This was the very name that, even through mere rumors, could ignite blood-boiling awe.
This was the boy who, in the minds of Nanjing’s most powerful, had come to symbolize invincibility.

And now, Rong Qingwen, standing on the same pavilion, looked at the youthful, refined boy before him —
He truly didn’t know how to respond.

He could feel with utter clarity that the control he had over the room’s rhythm had completely collapsed with just one line:
“A mere fifty billion — why not gift it to the Rong family?”

It collapsed so thoroughly that even he couldn’t react in time.

Cold. Cold Shao.

At this moment, Rong Qingwen, like everyone else present, finally understood:

Why someone like Li Shaofeng — the first in line to inherit the Li Group, a famous name across all of southern China, second only to Nalan Yunshao —
would hold such sincere respect for a boy not yet even twenty.

Because in the eyes of Nanjing’s elite, the name “Cold Shao” had become a symbol of supreme dominance.

A name whose weight possibly surpassed even that of Chen Yunzhi and Nalan Yunshao.

Even Rong Qingwen had to admit —
This boy standing before him was someone capable of suppressing the entire room.

And now, with the game only just beginning, he had already been forced into a corner!

Originally, Rong Qingwen believed that once the match began, there would be no need to display momentum.
But this boy — this one called “Cold” —
Had used the most overbearing and invincible response to show him — and everyone else present — that when one’s presence reached a certain level, all obstacles would naturally give way.

At this point, Rong Qingwen’s calculations, his projected win rate — all felt empty and powerless.

Because the boy had transformed this match into a single possibility:
Either he would reign victorious over all, or he would fall in total ruin.
There was no third option.

Faced with such overwhelming momentum, Rong Qingwen’s reason told him he should yield —
Wait until he had at least a 90% chance of victory, then crush this boy’s aura completely.

But he also knew —
He couldn’t back down.

Not even a little!

If the other side was flamboyant, he had to be even more flamboyant.
If the other side was domineering, he had to be even more domineering!

Because his presence in Nanjing didn’t represent just himself —
It represented the entire Rong family, a legacy spanning nearly two hundred years.

So how could he — carrying the honor of his family — retreat?

At this moment, Rong Qingwen took a deep breath, and under everyone’s shocked gaze, slowly rose from his seat.

He met the clear eyes of the youthful boy before him and said calmly:
“Very well. Since Cold Shao is so generous as to gift my Rong family fifty billion, then I, Rong Qingwen, shall thank you once again!”

At the same time, under the stunned gazes of the crowd —
he pushed all of his chips forward.

This moment —
Made the already peaked atmosphere of the Zijin Pavilion completely explode!

And thus —
Rong Qingwen, the all-powerful northern elite —
And Cold Shao, the peerless, newly emerged force of Nanjing —
Finally stood openly opposed to one another, and ignited the first overwhelming tidal wave in this storm of power!