OFR – Chapter 294 Everyone enters the venue

The thoughts weighing on their minds caused Yu Youxiong, Li Shaofeng, and the others to frown in contemplation about their next move.

From the moment they caught that fleeting sharp glint in Nalan Yunshao’s eyes, they knew—even without intervening—they had already offended the Nalan family.

Indeed, on the southern territory of the Nalan family, simply standing on the side of an outside opposing force spoke volumes.

The Nalan family, and Nalan Yunshao himself, had surely already taken note of this.

After a brief deliberation, Yu Youxiong, Li Shaofeng, and Pulwen all silently concluded—they had, without question, offended the Nalan family.

Now, whether they made a move or not, it would only change the degree of offense.

But if they didn’t make a move, they would be abandoning even the slightest chance at survival.

They couldn’t afford to retreat any further.

Yes, their options were now severely limited—they couldn’t abandon the colossal tree that was the Rong family as well.

Because once the Rong family was out of the picture, they would be left to face, alone, the brutally harsh tests of survival in Nanjing and across the entire southern region.

But with the Rong family’s shade over them—even if Rong Qingwen were to lose and the Rong family couldn’t gain footing in the South for now—the Nalan family would still hesitate, mindful of consequences, and likely wouldn’t strike directly. That would give them a sliver of hope to survive.

Thus, in this state of wary hesitation, Yu Youxiong, Li Shaofeng, Pulwen, and the others exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and made a decision—one that would affect their entire business empires, their corporations, and even their lives.

After waiting so long, they finally entered the game.

And they entered not in a favorable moment, but at a time when Rong Qingwen was at a significant disadvantage—resolutely and without hesitation!

If the Rong family ended up winning, then in Nanjing, Jianghaisheng, or even all of southern China, the rewards they reaped would far outweigh what they had risked today.

In the face of such a fatal temptation—one as irresistible to businessmen as poison—they hesitated only briefly before speaking up.

In that moment, at the Purple Gold Pavilion, where all eyes were now focused, several authoritative voices rang out in unison:

“Manager, wait—this game is getting exciting. I, Yu Youxiong, would like to trouble you for 5 billion in chips!”

“I, Li Shaofeng, echo Director Yu’s request!”

“I, Pulwen, echo Director Yu’s request!”

“I, Wen Liangyu, echo Director Yu’s request!”

“I, Feng Qingyun, echo Director Yu’s request!”

“I, Kun Yun, echo Director Yu’s request!”

In an instant, six top-tier tycoons—Nanjing’s financial elite—spoke out together.

This unexpected twist sent new ripples through what had looked like an already decisive poker match.

The sound of these voices caused Rong Qingwen—who had been standing tall and tense all along—to sway slightly.

He exhaled deeply, and after a few seconds, the Rong family’s northern heir slowly regained his composure. Straightening his collar, he calmly sat back down and said softly, “Dealer, collect the cards. Just as Cold Young Master said, this match has only just begun.”

Yes, the entry of six financial titans into the ring gave Rong Qingwen renewed confidence and determination to reverse the tide of this game.

Everyone present—from the patrons of the Purple Gold Pavilion to the female dealer and the manager accepting the cards from Yu Youxiong and the others—could feel that the storm gathering here was far beyond the control of anyone in Nanjing.

It had already reached a historic and unprecedented scale.

And the total amount of money concentrated in this match was now nearing the trillion yuan mark!

The fresh wave of excitement at the Purple Gold Pavilion made it clear to everyone watching: this power struggle was far from over.

The strength and wealth demonstrated earlier by both Rong Qingwen and Cold Young Master had been made abundantly clear.

Especially Cold Young Master—

In just a short time, his overwhelming aura had forced even Rong Qingwen to give way.

And now, with six fellow tycoons—men who also appeared on the Nanjing Rich List, some even ranked higher—joining the fray…

No one could guess how far this showdown would escalate.

Roughly three or four minutes after Yu Youxiong, Li Shaofeng, and the others entered the game, the manager returned with the chips. Rong Qingwen, reclining slightly in his chair, raised his head with renewed confidence and once again declared in a voice that refused to admit defeat:
“Dealer! Deal the cards!”

As soon as the words fell, the female dealer, visibly tense and not daring to relax, began dealing the cards.

Thus began the next round in this match that had drawn in the absolute elite of Nanjing’s upper class.

From that moment on, voices echoed across the Purple Gold Pavilion—some proud, some clear, some cold, some gentle, some refined.

And in between, was the female dealer’s voice—already trembling:

“Cold Young Master raises again by 1 billion! Who dares to call?”

“Chen Yunzhi of Chen Group—third round All-in!”

“Rong Qingwen buys another 20 billion in chips from the manager—fights to retake the board!”

“Eastern Queen folds, eliminated with just 500 million remaining!”

“Qing Yancheng of Qing Group lands a Royal Flush—dominates the table!”

“Yu Youxiong—five check-raises, then goes All-in!”

The storm at the Purple Gold Pavilion continued from 1 PM until 8 PM.

From sunshine to moonlight.

Seven full hours!

The game had not stopped for a moment. It had captured every single person’s eyes and attention.

No one had even noticed they hadn’t eaten dinner.

Everyone was laser-focused on this game.

At this point, no one knew how deep both sides were willing to go.

This clash of power and wealth had already surpassed everyone’s imagination.

Seven hours!

In those seven hours, no one knew how much money had been poured into the table.

The Purple Gold Pavilion had become a stage solely for the gods of wealth.

According to those keeping tabs inside the Pavilion, the combined total invested in this game had surpassed a staggering 130 billion RMB!

130 billion!
That amount of chips had practically emptied the entire Southern region’s reserves of liquid Bitcoin!

Everyone was so shocked, they had become numb.

They had always heard of such mythical gambling matches—stories of absurd stakes and fortunes tossed like confetti.

But never had they witnessed one.

Until today.

They had seen it with their own eyes.

They had witnessed a power struggle in Nanjing that could only be described as historic, as earth-shaking.

Over 130 billion! How many games in the world have ever reached that level?

A gambling match of this caliber could make the whole world take notice.

And at the center of it all, the two most prominent figures—Cold Young Master and Rong Qingwen—were still facing off, locked in the final decisive hand that would determine victory and defeat.