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Chapter 62 Can afford to lose

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    Next to him, He Jingchuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Jiang Beiyu, you really bet with him? This is not a loss-making deal."

    "It's okay, I can still afford to lose." Jiang Beiyu raised his thin lips slightly and looked outside, a little carelessly.

    The man in the burgundy suit in the private room had no patience and directly said sarcastically: "Young Master Jiang, can't you afford it?"

    Jiang Beiyu smiled again, "No, it's just a Baiguanshan project. I don't need it."

    These words made people and gods angry, and He Jingchuan even wanted to beat him.

    There are more than three of them in this private room. The man opposite, Mr. Qin, who is wearing a burgundy suit, brings a beautiful female companion, wears an eye-catching red suspender skirt, and flirts with the man next to him from time to time.

    This is hurtful to the single He Jingchuan, but he firmly believes that to Jiang Beiyu next to him, it is just a noise.

    This guy doesn¡¯t know why he is so confident. The women he sees when he goes out are all vulgar and vulgar. He looks in the mirror at least ten times a day. He might as well find himself in a relationship from now on.

    What kind of woman do you want?

    At this time, Jiang Beiyu caught a glimpse of a player wearing a blue and white racing suit below. Compared with the people around him, he was very petite.

    "Tsk, it's just him, No. 19," Jiang Beiyu touched his chin, "I'll invest 10 million."

    He Jingchuan: ""

    He looked at player No. 19. He couldn¡¯t see his face clearly with his helmet on, but the only thing that was certain was that whoever he voted for should have a better chance of winning than him.

    This is too damn thin.

    By visual inspection, my height is only about 1.7 meters.

    Don¡¯t say that he judges people by their appearance, but No. 19 looks very unreliable.

    "Are you serious?" He Jingchuan looked at the man next to him.

    Jiang Beiyu has already invested 10 million on his mobile phone - betting on the thin player No. 19.

    He Jingchuan: ""

    His first thought was that if he had such a prodigal son, he would definitely beat him to death immediately.

    Having a son is indeed a waste of money.

    Mr. Qin next to him laughed, very loudly, "Master Jiang, are you planning to give the project to me directly?"

    "I heard that this is your last project before being kicked out of Jiang's family. Isn't this too hasty?" The other party was in a good mood and felt that he had a chance to win.

    Jiang Beiyu poured himself a glass of red wine and took a sip. He turned around and saw He Jingchuan looking at him like a fool. Jiang Beiyu suddenly smiled and said, "You don't want to place a bet?"

    He Jingchuan felt complicated, "Have you been hit recently?"

    There are rumors outside that the Jiang family wants to kick the eldest son out of the company and support the second son.

    ??Can he not know the inside story about the relationship between He Jingchuan and Jiang Beiyu?

    Jiang Beiyu's younger brother is only in the second grade of junior high school and has not yet passed his rebellious stage. However, the elder brother has always been the elder brother and the younger brother has been shorter. It is probably a joke for brothers to fight against each other.

    Jiang Beiyu¡¯s only trouble is probably that she is too beautiful.

    He said it himself.

    Having said that, He Jingchuan had no intention of accompanying Jiang Beiyu in a loss-making business.

    "I'll buy No. 8." He Jingchuan made up his mind and invested five million in No. 8.

    Jiang Beiyu picked up his phone and replied to a message, then continued to look outside. The game was about to start.

    The young master Qin put his arm around the waist of his female companion and stood in front of the window watching.

    This is an ordinary track racing, the rules are not that strict, after all, it is not formal enough, and human life is not particularly important.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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