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The chips in front of Jiang Yuan had already piled up to 18 billion US dollars.

This amount of money would be enough to rank among the top hundred on a regular rich list.

But at this table tonight, it was merely a figure that qualified one to speak.

After the Wall Street fund magnate and the Oil Prince reluctantly left the table, only three people remained at the round table.

Jiang Yuan.

Mrs. Lin.

And the taciturn European old man who looked like he was about to fall asleep.

The atmosphere did not lighten due to the reduction in numbers; instead, it became somewhat oppressive.

Because the two who remained were the truly ruthless characters who devoured people whole.

"Young man, your luck is good."

The white-haired European old man finally raised his eyelids.

His name was Alexander Ross.

This surname was not well-known externally, but within the European banking system, it represented an unspoken right to set the rules.

It was said that their family held the keys to the private bank vaults of half of Europe.

"However, winning against those two upstarts with luck is easy. If you want to win our money, luck alone won't be enough."

The old man's voice was hoarse. He casually took a document from the waiter behind him and tossed it onto the center of the table.

"Eighteen billion is too small-time."

"This is a bearer acceptance draft from the Swiss United Banking Consortium, along with the permanent mining rights to three undeveloped oil fields in the North Sea."

"The valuation is 150 billion US dollars."

A glint flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes—the look of a predator.

"Do you call?"

The air in the room solidified.

A single move was 150 billion!

This wasn't gambling; it was clearly the launch of a small-scale financial war.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing this figure might have caused cardiac arrest.

But Jiang Yuan merely glanced at the document, his expression completely unfazed.

He currently had 175 billion US dollars in cash in his account. This was just liquid assets; factoring in real estate, he could certainly match the bet.

"A little interesting."

Just as Jiang Yuan was about to speak, Mrs. Lin next to him smiled.

The "Black Widow" who dominated the Southeast Asian underworld extinguished the cigarette in her hand, her narrow, phoenix eyes filled with madness and greed.

She wasn't just wealthy; she was a lunatic.

"Since Duke Ross is in such high spirits, this old woman can't spoil the fun."

She clapped her hands.

The lawyer behind her immediately presented two black metal briefcases. When opened, they contained not cash, but stacks of heavy stock certificates and land deeds.

"These are all my shares in Macau, Singapore, and the international waters casino ships."

"As well as the controlling rights to two major shipping lanes in Southeast Asia."

Mrs. Lin licked her bright red lips, her gaze fixed intently on Jiang Yuan and the old man.

"Verified by JPMorgan Chase, the total value is 160 billion US dollars."

"In this hand, I don't just want to win money."

"I want to win your lives, win that island, and win everything tonight."

Three parties faced off.

The total pot soared to nearly 500 billion US dollars!

This was a figure capable of making the treasury department of any sovereign nation tremble.

Even the Gold Medal Dealer responsible for dealing the cards now had fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands were slightly trembling.

He had dealt cards his entire life and had never seen a scene like this.

"Mr. Jiang."

The old man looked at Jiang Yuan, his tone arrogant:

"Now, it's your turn."

"If you can't produce matching chips, you can take your 18 billion and leave now."

"And of course, forget about that island."

This was a provocation, and also the arrogance of capital.

In their view, although Jiang Yuan's cash flow was terrifying, his foundation and asset depth definitely couldn't compare to the accumulation of their centuries-old families.

Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair, fiddling with a ten-thousand-dollar chip in his hand.

He looked at these two old foxes.

One represented the scepter of capital of the old world, the other represented the bloody predation of the underworld.

Both were strong.

Neither was stupid.

Unfortunately, they ran into a cheat.

"Since you two are so eager to give away money."

Jiang Yuan smiled, a brilliant smile.

He took out his phone and, in front of the two of them, dialed the Swiss Bank Black Card exclusive line.

"This is Jiang Yuan."

"Activate Level One Authorization, and put my entire account balance... All-in."

One minute later.

On the holographic screen in the center of the hall, Jiang Yuan's chip count began to jump wildly.

It finally settled on—175 billion US dollars.

"I call."

Jiang Yuan spread his hands, his eyes as clear as a college student's.

"Deal the cards."

Understood. This logic must indeed be rigorous. Apart from Jiang Yuan, who has the system, it's impossible for even Bezos or Musk in reality to instantly produce hundreds of billions of dollars in liquid cash. Duke Ross and Mrs. Lin must bet their 'foundation'—their core family assets, shares, and deeds. Losing these means losing half their empire and their future ability to generate wealth.

I will now revise this chapter, **"The Trillion-Dollar Bet,"** to convey the nature of the assets and the gravity of the stakes.

[Main Text - Revised Edition]

Chapter: The Trillion-Dollar Table and The Bloody Transfer of Assets

At the round table, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

The mountainous pile of 18 billion in cash chips in front of Jiang Yuan was like a great mountain, suffocating the others.

For those present, bringing out one or two billion in cash to play with was fine, but over a hundred billion in cash? That was delusional. Even the Apple Company's balance sheet might not have that much cash readily available.

"Young man, I must admit, your cash flow is terrifying."

Duke Ross finally opened his cloudy eyes, his voice hoarse, carrying the arrogance and cunning of an old-world noble.

"But at this table, cash is not the only currency."

Clap.

He pulled a wax-sealed, brown paper envelope from his breast pocket and slammed it onto the table.

"I didn't bring that much cash."

"Inside are the permanent mining rights to three North Sea oil fields, along with a 5% original dry stake held by the Ross Family in the Swiss United Banking Consortium."

"Verified by an International Accounting Firm, the fixed asset valuation is—150 billion US dollars."

The old man stared at Jiang Yuan: "These are the hens that lay our golden eggs, the foundation of a century of family enterprise. Well, dare you match it?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at the bag. Oil fields, bank shares. They were indeed hard currency, more valuable than worthless US dollars.

"A little interesting." Just as Jiang Yuan was about to speak, Mrs. Lin next to him sneered.

The "Black Widow" of Southeast Asia was clearly roused to ferocity. She couldn't afford to lose face, and she certainly didn't want to miss the chance to win everything.

"Since the Duke has put up his burial money, how can I fall behind?"

She waved her hand backward. Her lawyer immediately presented two heavy safes. When opened, they contained stacks of weighty equity transfer agreements and shipping charts.

"These are my controlling stakes in two Gambling Groups in Macau and Singapore," "as well as a core private shipping route controlling the Strait of Malacca."

Mrs. Lin licked her lips, her eyes greedy: "These industries bring me tens of billions in profit annually. The fixed asset valuation is—160 billion US dollars."

"In this hand, I am betting half of my empire in Southeast Asia."

Three parties faced off.

The total pot approached 500 billion US dollars!

This was a figure large enough to buy several small countries. But most of it was no longer light chips, but heavy contracts, land deeds, and lifelines.

Jiang Yuan looked at these two old foxes, whose eyes were bloodshot from gambling. He knew that if these assets were lost, they wouldn't end up on the streets, but they would certainly be severely crippled and fall from their position as apex predators.

"Very well."

Jiang Yuan took out a Black Card and tossed it onto the table.

"Since this is an Asset Match, I'll match it with cash."

"175 billion US dollars."

His tone was flat, as if he were tossing out not money, but scrap paper.

"Swiss Bank real-time settlement."

"Deal the cards."