But in the following rounds, he started losing again.
He lost faster and harder than before. Like a man possessed, he bet hand after hand, losing hand after hand. By the time he came to his senses, the chips in front of him were completely gone.
"You're down about thirty thousand yuan," Liu Wei calculated for him, his tone as casual as if he were remarking on the nice weather.
With a loud BUZZ, Jiang Ming's mind went completely blank. Thirty thousand yuan. That was over two months of his salary.
"I'm done playing." He stood up, his legs turning to jelly.
"Come on, play a little longer. You might win it back," Liu Wei said with a smile.
"Exactly. Thirty thousand is no small sum. Don't you want to win it back?" Wang Leihai chimed in.
