Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

As soon as Zhang Wenliang finished speaking, the entire bar quieted down again.

The people in the bar looked at each other, thinking that everything was settled just moments ago. Why did they suddenly start clashing again?

"Of course, Young Master Lu, please don't mind, I was just saying, if Young Master Lu can't afford a smartphone, I wouldn't mind gifting you one." Zhang Wenliang spoke with a chuckle, but his words were filled with malice.

He certainly knew Lu Xiaobu wasn't short of money, but since Lu Xiaobu was without a phone now, why not mock him a bit.

"Who says he doesn't have a phone." Wu Qianmin directly took out the smartphone and placed it on the bar: "Take a good look."

"This! This phone!"

Zhang Wenliang saw the beautiful full-screen, gold-toned smartphone, and his eyes widened.

After secretly comparing it with his own outdated and shabby 8888 phone, he suddenly felt the urge to smash his phone.

Such a beautiful color, such a smooth appearance, this is what a rich person's phone looks like!

The people around also had their eyes glued.

"Such a beautiful phone?"

"Is it actually full-screen, with no buttons at all?"

"Seamless, dazzling!"

"So beautiful!"

"..."

"What's wrong? Zhang Wenliang? Where's your phone? Bring it out and let's have a look." Wu Qianmin snorted.

Zhang Wenliang, looking at the beautiful phone, secretly gritted his teeth and suddenly said, "Sorry, I have a stomachache, I need to go to the restroom."

After saying that, Zhang Wenliang pulled a bodyguard and left, completely ignoring Wu Qianmin's words.

"Hmph, serves you right for mocking Lu Xiaobu. What are you even posing as." Wu Qianmin snorted.

This phone was given to her by Lu Xiaobu, and she couldn't stand seeing Lu Xiaobu being mocked because of it.

Lu Xiaobu watched Wu Qianmin's girlish demeanor, delightedly laughing—this Wu Qianmin, was indeed siding with him.

As for the attitudes of others, he wasn't surprised at all. After all, stories about selling kidneys or staying nights just to buy phones on Earth were still vivid in his memory, let alone now when this was the world's first smartphone.

After turning a corner, Zhang Wenliang whispered to the bodyguard: "Go! Find me one! Find a phone exactly like this one!"

"Young Master Zhang, this, I've never seen such a phone, and at this hour..." The bodyguard looked troubled.

"It's your problem, go, find it! No matter the cost!"

Zhang Wenliang roared lowly, his eyes red, harboring a desire to snatch.

"Yes!" The bodyguard could only leave looking troubled.

Not just him, but also the young masters who came with Zhang Wenliang were all gritting their teeth, looking for that kind of phone.

Meanwhile, in the bar, Lu Xiaobu's phone clearly became a new topic and centerpiece.

In their eyes, just the Angel Brand 8888 had amazed them, let alone this phone that clearly looked many times more luxurious than the 8888.

"Young Master Lu Xiaobu..."

One after another, the beauties in the bar targeted by the men, with their coy voices coming through, started leaning close to Lu Xiaobu, revealing more than they should, all to see if they could possibly get a same model phone.

For a moment, Xiaobu was surrounded by various fair thighs and ample bosoms, truly in a land of allure, where he could touch several soft or firm parts simply by reaching out.

"Beat it." But Wu Qianmin, like a fierce tigress, kept a close watch over them, protecting Lu Xiaobu, and guarding the phone as well.

Lu Xiaobu quietly saved Liang Lan's number on the phone and winked at her.

"This spendthrift is quite the Casanova." Liang Lan covered her mouth and giggled lightly, accompanying the laughter, her overarching beauty quivered up and down, making hearts beat: "But I must say, that phone really is beautiful, I'm tempted too."

In the noisy bar, Zhang Wenliang anxiously awaited his bodyguard's return.

"How did it go? Did you find it?" Zhang Wenliang asked excitedly.

"No! Couldn't find it anywhere in the city." The bodyguard smiled bitterly. "I had the guys run through all the phone stores in the city, couldn't find the same model anywhere."

"You useless trash!" Zhang Wenliang exploded in anger!

The bodyguard remained silent, silently enduring.

"Looks like I have to target that prodigal son Lu Xiaobu," Zhang Wenliang gritted his teeth.

After making up his mind, Zhang Wenliang forced a smile and returned to the bar: "Young Master Lu, I'm sorry, I had a stomachache, it feels awful."

"No problem, no problem, it's the same with or without you," Lu Xiaobu waved his hand and said.

Zhang Wenliang's face turned green with anger, what does "with or without you it's the same" mean? This is my turf!

But he could only endure it and continued with a smile: "Young Master Lu, would you be interested in playing a couple of rounds?"

"Play what?" Lu Xiaobu asked.

"Gambling, of course, I've heard that Young Master Bu's gambling skills are unparalleled in the world, I've always wanted to see it for myself."

Zhang Wenliang said with a compliment—Well, when it comes to being a fat sheep, his skills are unparalleled in the world; all the big casino owners kneel at the entrance when they hear Lu Xiaobu is coming.

"Can I lose two hundred thousand?" Lu Xiaobu asked.

"Uh... Yes!" Zhang Wenliang had a pained look on his face, almost kneeling, what kind of question is that?

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!" Lu Xiaobu rubbed his hands, extremely excited.

Everyone collapsed—Prodigal son!

…

Soon, they cleared the place, set up the tables, all in one go.

Liang Lan temporarily acted as the croupier, for the sake of fairness.

"Let's play 'Exploding Golden Flower', minimum chips ten thousand, no cap, how about that?" Zhang Wenliang suggested.

"Fine, whatever." Lu Xiaobu waved his hand, he was a bit tired, he just wanted to lose quickly and go home to sleep.

Liang Lan looked at Lu Xiaobu's disinterested demeanor, and secretly worried for him; Zhang Wenliang was an old hand at gambling, although not invincible, but definitely cunning.

However, as a croupier, all she could ensure was fairness.

Dealing the cards.

Both parties picked up their cards to take a look.

Zhang Wenliang: "Young Master Lu, you speak first."

"Let me think, Sister Lan, how much did I spend at the bar? Let's deduct that first," Lu Xiaobu asked.

"No need." Zhang Wenliang waved his hand: "Today's expenses for Young Master Lu are on me, play boldly."

"Really?" Lu Xiaobu asked.

"Of course, I can still afford two fruit juices," Zhang Wenliang said with a smile.

"Uh... Young Master Zhang, it's not just two fruit juices, Young Master Lu treated several rounds of drinks, probably about fifty thousand," Liang Lan explained.

"Oops." Zhang Wenliang felt a pang in his liver, the game hasn't even started, and fifty thousand is gone?

But, since the words were already spoken, even if he had to swallow his own teeth he'd do it: "It's on me, all of it."

"Did you hear that? Young Master Zhang said, tonight's drinks, Young Master Zhang is treating; I originally planned to treat," Lu Xiaobu said cheerfully.

"Thank you, Young Master Xiaobu!" Cheers erupted in the bar.

Zhang Wenliang's mentality almost exploded—It's clearly my money, why are you thanking Lu Xiaobu?

And, wasn't it only a few rounds?

How did it become the whole night?

Damn it, Lu Xiaobu, you screwed me over again!

"Young Master Lu, speak quickly." Zhang Wenliang said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, let's go all in, three hundred thousand," Lu Xiaobu said casually.

"Oops!" Zhang Wenliang was stunned.