Grant Wang Poker Novels & Stories

15 billion gambling capital meant that to compete with them four, one must have at least a net worth of 15 billion, and each time the gambling, the minimum stake should not be less than 150 million. "I'll provide Mister Carmell's gambling capital." With a low grunt, Yoan took out a black gold-plated bank card from his pocket and threw it to Wardell, then spoke in a deep voice, "This is a black gold card jointly issued by the Five Great Powers, starting at fifteen billion. The four of you must be familiar with it. Exchange all for chips. Mister Carmell and I will play against you to the end!" A black gold card? No wonder he was the legendary Gambling Saint's disciple, no wonder he was the new

She chuckled, "No thanks. My poker skills are terrible. Just getting a small win is lucky enough; I don't want to embarrass myself in front of Bernard." If she left, he wouldn't be able to continue his act. Godwin jones decided to go all in. "Technically, new players aren't allowed to play high-stakes games, but I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you play with a starting bet of three hundred thousand in this D game. What do you say?" She noticed that Godwinwas trying to keep her around. Although she wasn't sure what his ulterior motives were, he was practically offering her money on a silver platter. How could she refuse?

But after getting a second chance at life, how could I possibly let him walk away after losing only a little over 100 thousand dollars? I draped an arm over his shoulders and said, "It's fine. How about we switch to poker? You know I'm pretty new to that, too." Lawrence stared at me, stunned, then lunged to his feet. "Sure. That's a great idea!" Everyone knew the Gellar family used to run a poker room. He had been playing since he was a child, and no one our age could touch him. The others started snickering, convinced that I was just digging my own grave.

I giggle before someone pulls him away. "Ladies," Marco hands us each a pile of plastic poker chips, “Please make our jobs easy tonight and try to stick together. Each of these chips is a thousand dollars. This is what Mr. Mason donated so far. Winning is a commitment to additional donations and Santoro Enterprises matches the winning amount. Everything goes directly to the charity. The more you win, the more money the charity gets.” None of us have ever played casino games before, so we walk around and watch other people play for a while. We stop at a table where a short man in a cowboy hat is throwing dice. The people around the table cheer and groan at each throw.

To Linda's luck, Maverick’s secretary granted Linda her request, giving her a hefty amount of chips as the entire group resumed playing poker. Having that leverage, she was pumped up in the first round that her cards were continuously winning. All the odds were with her in the proceeding rounds. She believed, at last, that fate was on her side, keeping her winnings off the charts. By the time the last round of poker was over, Linda was proclaimed the winner by the organizer. She won the golden pot of about twenty million dollars, and players greeted her to win a tremendous prize.

~GRAY~ "Boss, Trent is on the phone." Manny says stretching my phone at me. I huff irritated , and butt the cigarette on an ashtray. "Speaker." "Gray..." Trent's thick voice speaks through the phone. "What ?" "What happened to our bargain , Gray ?" "We're still partners Trent. I'll send my boys over to San Francisco tomorrow. You okay now ?" "Yeah. I'm opening my new casino tomorrow. It's gonna be a honor if you'll be there."

I lamented in frustration. "You are not that bad yourself, but it's not easy defeating a world champ." He primmed to himself proudly. "A world champ?" I asked, puzzled. "I won the poker world championship in 1970, the year after it was started. Crandell Addington, the first winner, is a good friend of mine," he said wistfully. I was a bumpkin who had no idea that there was something like a poker championship. I could just gasp in surprise.

she said, raising the plaque as if not refusing challenges. "Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars on table five! Tonight is promising," the master of ceremonies announced. "Five hundred thousand dollars," Aaron said, barely giving time for the master of ceremonies to complete his sentence. Elena couldn't see, as she had her back to the table where Granger was, but a smug smile settled on the man's lips. He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit.

Liam and Matthew exclaimed in unison. "Yes, 100,000 dollars. But since they're free, you can only play with them and not cash them out. You have to achieve a certain rank to be able to exchange them for real cash. You know me. I don't like to play poker or gamble. I was going to throw the cards away, but it slipped my mind."