"How about three rounds?" Yao Beikun spoke, conversing in English.
"Alright." The opponent agreed readily.
"If I win two rounds, you sell me your goods. If you win two rounds, you can sell your goods to anyone else you like, and I'll compensate you for five million in losses."
"Deal." The Indian was particularly straightforward.
Yao Beikun signaled to deal the cards.
Ali didn't really understand this card game, and Rose, beside her, probably didn't either.
It just felt like the atmosphere was very tense.
Ali had seen Yao Beikun serious before, but she always felt that whenever he got serious, this man seemed especially domineering.
The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder due to the quietness of the moment.
The first round ended, Yao Beikun won.
The Indian's face was very serious, and the second round began.
The second round ended, the Indian won.
The final round.
Before the cards were dealt, the Indian suddenly said, "Let's raise the stakes."
