I'm Just an Internet Cafe Manager, So Why Are You Calling Me the King of Gambling?

My name is Jiang Che. To other people, I'm just an idle internet cafe attendant.

"Your child is sick, right? Here, carry her and crawl on your knees for two kilometers."

"If you do, I'll donate 20,000 yuan."

The mother was teary-eyed. In her utter despair, a trace of resolve showed in her gaze.

But just as she was about to finish crawling, I tossed out two ten-yuan bills, took a drag on my cigarette, and turned to leave.

"I was messing with you. Tch, you actually believed me."

The crowd cursed me, but what did they know? I was betting on the evil in human nature.

Five of Hearts, Eight of Spades. One by one, friends with playing-card codenames began to appear.

A series of enormous schemes started to emerge... And behind the scenes, they all seemed to have the same mastermind.

A man of the underworld in days gone by. Qianmen, the gambling world, Third Master Jiang.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.