The Greatest Village Doctor In The World

Chapter 1170: The Gambling King Contest

Sure enough, just two minutes after Ling Feng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw the young man from the morning.

Without wasting any time, the man grinned at Ling Feng and said, "Mr. Ling, please follow me!"

"Alright, I’ve got two female companions with me. Is it okay to bring them along?" Ling Feng asked.

"Of course!"

The young man nodded, but as soon as he saw Zheng Yitong step out in her black dress, he froze in shock. "Zh-Zheng... Miss Zheng?"

"You know me, huh?"

Zheng Yitong smiled lightly and continued, "Let’s head downstairs!"

"O-Okay!"

The young man was visibly flustered. He hadn’t expected Ling Feng’s companion to be such a celebrity!

But what stunned him even more was when Yu Linglong walked out next. As soon as he caught sight of her beauty, the young man stood frozen with his mouth wide open, speechless.

Ling Feng coughed lightly when he saw this and said, "Where’s the car?"

This snapped the young man out of his daze, and he immediately apologized with a smile, "Sorry about that! My mistake! The car is in the underground parking lot. Please follow me!"

Ling Feng chuckled softly without saying much and led the two women into the elevator.

A few moments later, they arrived downstairs and got into a stretched limousine. The group left the hotel, en route to the Supreme Restaurant.

The whole ride, Ling Feng was pondering what this was all about. When they reached their destination and went upstairs, they saw Pu Fuwan, grinning broadly as he waited for them.

"Brother Pu, I’m here!"

Ling Feng immediately prepared a smile and walked up to him.

"Brother, you’ve been playing all night until this morning. Did you get a chance to rest properly?" Pu Fuwan asked with a smile.

"No, but I don’t feel tired. I even had a chance to wander around a bit this morning!"

Ling Feng laughed and turned slightly, introducing, "Let me introduce—this is Miss Zheng, and this is Miss Yu!"

"A pleasure meeting you both!"

Pu Fuwan had already noticed the two women earlier. Being a seasoned gambler, he had perfected the art of controlling his expressions and emotions, so he didn’t show any particular surprise.

Amidst the exchange of pleasantries, they entered a massive private room. A ten-person table had already been laid out with over ten cold dishes.

Among those seated, Ling Feng recognized three people from the previous night—fellow poker players who had shared the same table, including a chubby white man.

Ling Feng smiled and exchanged greetings with everyone before taking his seat.

The two women seated themselves beside him, while Pu Fuwan glanced at his assistant. The man caught on immediately and quickly went to instruct the servers to bring in the dishes.

"Brother Ling Feng, the hands you played last night were truly exceptional! I’ve been playing Texas Hold’em for so many years, and I don’t think I’ve seen strategies as brilliant as yours. It was as if you could see through your opponent’s cards!" Pu Fuwan said with a smile.

"Oh, not at all. It was just pure luck!"

Ling Feng replied with a modest smile, his demeanor calm and collected.

He knew this was just the small talk before they got down to business—soon, the reason for the lunch invite would be revealed.

As expected, Pu Fuwan chuckled, then cut straight to the point: "You must be wondering, right? We only met last night. Why would I invite you to lunch today?"

"Yes, I’m a bit curious. Brother Pu, considering your status, it’s surprising you’d take an interest in someone unknown like me!" Ling Feng replied with a smile.

"You’ve got it wrong!"

Pu Fuwan waved his hand dismissively. "You’re far from unknown!"

He turned to glance at the other guests before continuing, "After the games ended this morning, we sat down for some tea. Everyone agreed—you’re a phenomenal talent in the world of gambling. The fact that someone like Han Chang, an old hand, lost over a billion to you has completely shattered our expectations!"

"Please don’t say that. It was truly just luck!" Ling Feng remarked with a smile.

"Don’t be so modest!"

Pu Fuwan chuckled again and continued, "Brother, I want to invite you to participate in the upcoming Gambling King Tournament. Would you be interested?"

"Huh?"

Ling Feng was startled and asked with some surprise, "The Gambling King Tournament? The one held in America?"

"No, not that one. That’s a league-style competition that spans several months—it wastes too much time!"

Pu Fuwan shook his head. "What I’m talking about is an exclusive competition among the world’s top gamblers—a small-scale tournament with forty participants. It’s a knockout format until the ultimate winner emerges!"

"Oh?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow in curiosity and asked, "Why hold such an event?"

"It’s primarily for charity!"

Pu Fuwan sipped his tea and elaborated, "The matches will be globally livestreamed, and all proceeds will go to charitable foundations!"

"Hmm, that’s a good cause. But relying solely on livestream proceeds—will the revenue be significant?" Ling Feng questioned.

"You’re underestimating this! The prize pool for the tournament is extraordinary—it’ll grab attention and ignite curiosity, attracting countless viewers online!" Pu Fuwan explained with a grin.

"Oh, then how much is the prize pool?" Ling Feng asked.

"Each participant must submit one billion US Dollars as the entry fee. The final winner will take the entire prize pool!" Pu Fuwan revealed.

"What!"

Ling Feng exclaimed in shock, almost standing up.

Forty participants meant a total of forty billion US Dollars!

Converted to Huaxia Currency, that was almost three hundred billion.

Hearing this staggering figure, Ling Feng immediately felt the urge to register.

But he also knew it wouldn’t be wise to seem overly eager, so he quickly tempered his reaction with a smile: "That prize pool is indeed quite tempting, but are there really people who would sign up? After all, one billion US Dollars is no small sum!"

"No need to worry about that—there were more than a hundred applicants this time. Only forty were selected after thorough vetting!" Pu Fuwan replied with a grin.

Where there’s a heavy reward, there’s bound to be brave contenders. A one-in-forty chance—the allure was undeniable.

Ling Feng understood the logic and nodded. "I see. If that’s the case, I probably wouldn’t qualify as a contestant, right?"

"Why wouldn’t you?"

Pu Fuwan flashed a smile. "I’m inviting you to join! As chairman of the organizing committee, adding one more participant is a breeze!"

He paused briefly before continuing, "I just don’t know if you can come up with the required billion in cash!"

"That’s no problem!" Zheng Yitong interjected without hesitation.

Ling Feng turned to look at her. She winked at him, making her implicit offer clear.

This girl was clearly saying that if Ling Feng didn’t have enough money, she’d be willing to help.

Ling Feng, however, chose not to say much but instead responded to Pu Fuwan: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Pu. Since that’s the case, I’ll gratefully accept!"

"Great! Then it’s settled. I’ll have my assistant send you the contract later," Pu Fuwan said joyfully.

Ling Feng nodded, then casually asked, "Brother Pu, I heard you mention Han Chang earlier—seems like you don’t have a great impression of him, do you?"

"That’s correct. The second matter I wanted to address involves you and him!"

Pu Fuwan nodded and continued, "This Han Chang behaved far too strangely last night!"