The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1061

The dealer, perhaps concerned that Donald might not understand the rules, explained to him, “Sir, according to the rules of poker, if you go all-in in the first round, anyone else who wants to call must match your chips. Are you sure you want to do this?”

The dealer was actually hinting to Donald that the others could also choose not to do so.

In this way, Donald could only make money from the blind bets in the bomb pot, which was actually a very risky way to play.

After all, everyone currently only had two cards in their hands. If anyone holds a high pair, then their chances of winning would be quite high.

In other words, if Donald encountered someone who truly knew how to play poker, that person wouldn't have to do anything. They would just need to wait for a good hand to be dealt to them.

“I know the rules of poker. You don't need to stress that to me. Just go ahead and ask them whether they're in or out.”

Seeing Donald insist, the dealer had no choice but to follow the procedure and ask the others if they would follow suit.

The cards in the hands of the others were actually not bad, with even two of them holding high pairs.

But precisely because they held high pairs instead of top pairs, under the pressure of thirty million, everyone still chose to fold.

After the first round, Donald successfully won a few thousand from the bomb pot.

For those wealthy individuals, this was merely a drop in the bucket. They didn't take it to heart at all.

No sooner had the second round begun than Donald, without even looking at his cards, pushed out another thirty million.

After two consecutive rounds of all-in poker, everyone's faces began to look unpleasant.

This essentially meant that after Donald started playing, he raised the bar for them to view the cards.

The fun of poker lay in the fact that even if one started with a low hand instead of a high pair, there was still a chance to form strong hands like a straight flush or a three-of-a-kind later on.

But now, with Donald playing this way, they didn't even have the right to look at the subsequent cards. Who would dare to gamble their thirty million with Donald with a weak hand?

“Do you even know how to play? Is this really how you play?”

A wealthy businessman named Cody Zabel slammed his hand on the table, immediately standing up to confront Donald in anger.

Betting when there was an eighty percent chance of winning and a twenty percent chance of losing was worth it, no matter how one looked at it.

Since this was a bet of thirty million, everyone started to get excited and pumped up.

They were curious to see who would ultimately pocket the thirty million.

“Great. Anyone else matching the amount?”

Everyone else shook their heads, indicating they weren't going along.

Cody's winning rate was too high. They would only be throwing away their money if they tried to follow suit.

“Since no one else is calling, deal the cards then.”

“Hold on, aren't you going to flip your card over for us to see?”

Donald glanced at Cody and said nonchalantly, “What's the rush? Wait until the three community cards are dealt, then I'll show you what I've got.”