"Come here and help me calculate. If I lose, how much do I owe my Big Brother?"
Second Brother signalled for a woman in a white lace dress to come over. Her chin was so sharp that it was as though she could use it to stab someone to death and her cheeks looked like they had been filled up too much. The expression in her eyes attracted Second Brother's attention.
"Alright, Second Brother, I'll calculate it now."
The woman took the calculator from the waiter's hand and began to count rapidly. In a few moments she gave an answer.
"Second Brother, if you lose, you have to compensate 79,640,000 yuan to Sire Nine."
