This actor needs more money

"How about forget it."

When Zhao Wei was in a dilemma, Zhang Ziyi spoke up bravely.

"It's illegal to bet that big."

With one word, she brought the scene back instantly.

Only then did everyone realize that this was indeed the case. Although the five-hundred-dollar mahjong was a bit big, it was still within the acceptable range.

No one can lose all the time and win sometimes.

As long as you are not particularly unlucky, you may win or lose a hundred thousand or eighty thousand in one night.

This little money is nothing to their income group.

But Ding Xiu's gamble was too big. One hand was one million, and one hand was worth a few seconds. How much would he lose in one night?

Let alone one night, even one hour may cost tens of millions.

This kind of horrible gambling, hurry up and wait for three years before starting. Who dares to play it?

Zhao Wei glanced at Zhang Ziyi gratefully and said to herself, "Well done."

"Yes, this is illegal. If I don't come, don't harm me."

Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes and wanted to run away after pretending to be cool. It couldn't be that easy.

"Then let's do something that's not illegal. Isn't tonight a charity event? We don't handle the money we lose. We donate whatever we lose."

"Isn't this considered gambling?"

Da Han Hong, the eldest sister in the music industry, originally wanted to step forward to resolve the conflict. The organizer of the Harper's Bazaar party was her friend, and she didn't want a few people to mess up a good party.

But as soon as she heard Ding Xiu's words, she retracted the foot she had just extended.

The list of donations for the Harper's Bazaar Gala is not announced, and the outside world does not know how much the artists who came have donated.

But just because others don't know doesn't mean she doesn't know.

Her friends often complained to her about these hard-charging roosters. Every time they come over, they just sit on the red carpet, eat for free, harvest a wave of traffic, pat their butts and leave.

Looking at the list of donations, some donated 30,000 yuan and some donated 50,000 yuan.

That's all there is to be done with a conscience, most artists don't get paid for anything.

Now Ding Xiu and the others are donating all the money they lose in a game worth one million. This is a good thing. At least they don’t have to worry about this year’s donation KPI.

For just a second, Han Hong hoped they would make things bigger.

It's best to have several hundred million per person.

"We can't just play for ourselves, and everyone will be happy if we do some charity. The theme this time is to help mountainous areas, right? Let's think of it as helping children."

"But Sister Wei, if you can't bear the money, forget it. I, Ding Xiu, never force anyone."

"Sister Na and I, let's play alone."

Standing on the moral high ground, Ding Xiu punched.

The power of this punch was so great that Zhao Wei was unable to parry it. Ding Xiu was very forceful when it came to never forcing others.

Afraid that Naying would run away, he didn't forget to take Naying with him.

This eldest sister just rolled up her sleeves and made a decision.

"When I started doing charity, you didn't know where I was." Zhao Wei sneered: "Don't you want to play, then just play."

She couldn't run away, she was the only one winning money this afternoon.

Not to mention that Ding Xiu took off such a big hat. If he doesn’t play, he just doesn’t want to donate.

She couldn't hide under the gaze of everyone.

"Three people take turns rolling dice? The one with the smallest number loses, or the bottom two lose. It would be too unfair if the second place also loses."

"It's not fair for you to beat us alone. I, Zhao Wei, never bully others."

"Let's do this. Sister Na and I will work together and send a representative to throw dice with you. The one with the smallest number loses."

"I'll go, it's too shameless."

Reba said in a voice that only she and Yang Mi could hear.

The two team up to play Ding Xiu for one million per round, which is equivalent to one paying out half a million, and each bears 50% of the risk.

On the contrary, Ding Xiu's loss is one million, which is a big loss.

Yang Mi gently pushed Reba to signal her to be quiet.

If this was heard and passed into Zhao Wei's ears, her future would be at risk.

If they can't deal with Ding Xiu, why can't they deal with you, a small 18th-tier artist?

"Okay." Ding Xiu agreed directly without thinking.

There was still a lot of time before the party started, and this time was enough for him to come hundreds of times.

Each opponent loses five hundred thousand once, five hundred ten times, and five thousand one hundred times.

Enough for them to shed their skin.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu agreed so readily. Zhao Wei was just startled for a moment and continued to press forward: "We can't keep playing for Yi Qing, otherwise tens of billions will not be enough to lose."

"I suggest you play twelve games and forget about it until the point is reached. No one will be harmed."

In the 12th round, if Ding Xiuquan loses, it will be 12 million.

They all lost 6 million each.

The loss is still within the acceptable range.

She estimated that even if Ding Xiu was an expert at throwing dice, it would be impossible for him to get six points every time.

It's impossible for them not to win even once. All in all, they may lose at most three to four million in the end.

But no matter what, it is Ding Xiu who suffers the loss. He hurts the enemy eighty and loses one hundred.

"If you want to play like this, then raise the bet." Ding Xiu frowned and said, "Two million in one hand, do you dare to play?"

It's not that easy to pay a few million and just run away.

A handful of two million, the stakes became higher again, doubled again.

Naying was beating her heart and turned her attention to Zhao Wei.

Twelve rounds, 24 million, even she couldn't afford to lose.

Zhao Wei didn't hesitate at all and just picked up the two dice calmly: "One dice is too monotonous. If you control the force a little, you can easily throw the desired points. It's not difficult."

She took out a paper cup for drinking water from somewhere and continued: "Shake the three dice together with this cup."

The calmer Ding Xiu becomes, the more she knows that the other party must be able to control a dice.

With three of them together, she didn't believe that Ding Xiu could throw the number he wanted.

Unless Ding Xiu came out of the bureau.

Otherwise, no serious person would practice this thing.

And this can’t be practiced in a day or two.

People in the entertainment industry, whoever practices this, don’t lack the money.

For people with this ability, it is much easier to make money by not being involved in the entertainment industry and going to casinos outside than in the entertainment industry.

Out of 10,000 film school graduates, it’s considered good to be among the top two or three.

But if you can control the points of three dice, haha, you can earn a lifetime's living expenses in three months.

If you are brave enough, you can be rich and wealthy for life.

Ding Xiu didn't answer Zhao Wei, but just handed over the dice in his hand: "You come first!"

In just a few words, the atmosphere was heightened to the extreme.

Both sides were red-eyed.

Zhao Wei gave the dice to Naying: "Sister Na, you go first, I believe you."

"good."

Three dice were thrown into the cup. Naying covered the rim of the cup with a playing card from the table and pretended to shake it a few times.

Open, four five six, fifteen o'clock.

"Hey!" Naying couldn't help laughing.

Fifteen o'clock, this is not a small number.

Three dice, the largest is only six points, a total of eighteen points.

If Ding Xiu wants to win, he can only win in three situations: four, six, six, five, five, six, or six, six, six.

Three dice, each one has a 1/6 probability. If you want to throw the above three results, the probability is very low.

"It's my turn." Ding Xiu picked up the cup again, scraped it gently on the table, and dropped three dice into the cup.

There is no need to cover the opening with playing cards, just wave it in the air.

This operation made Zhao Wei's eyelids jump wildly.

"Snapped!"

The cup fell on the table, Ding Xiu opened it, four six six.

Sixteen o'clock.

Naying's hands were shaking a little, one million was gone, just for two seconds, without blinking her eyelids.

Zhao Wei took a deep breath.

Just winning one game doesn't mean anything. It might be luck.

"continue!"