Chapter 129 The fat man gambles
I have arranged it this way, and of course Fatty is satisfied. Whether he can gamble or not is another matter.
It’s good to play a few games and win, but when the limelight doesn’t go your way, you stop immediately. The remaining tens of thousands of dollars are still yours. Of course I know the mentality of a fat man, but in the end he still wants to play with women, and I am on guard against it.
The fat man said politely, "I'm so embarrassed." He said this, but his body language revealed his greed. He grabbed the gold plate, held it in his own hands, and followed me to the casino.
In fact, in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there is no need for him to do it himself, he can just ask the waiter to hold the gold plate for him. But he was worried and kept it tightly in his hands.
I have seen the perverted nature of the damn fat man. I cannot allow him to harm women again today. This is my bottom line.
Wouldn't it be nice if I gave him a new hobby and made him give up torturing women?
Harming women can make a fat guy happy, and winning money and giving him money can both win his favor. Why don't I choose the latter?
From the beginning. That's what I plan to do.
Entering a private room in the casino, there were already more than ten people gambling and yelling.
The damn fat man likes to torture women. Due to his ED, psychological analysis shows that he hates women. So my arrangement today is that the dealer will be a man, and among the gamblers, there will only be one woman. This is also mine. Deliberately arranged.
There is no need to exchange money for chips when gambling at Xiaoxiang Pavilion. The feeling of throwing cash in and getting it back again is exciting.
The way to play baccarat is easy to get started and easy to learn. This is what I arranged in advance.
I personally introduced the fat man how to play baccarat.
Among the dozen or so people gambling, that woman had the best luck today, and she was very arrogant. Some of the gamblers on the side were sweating, and some were red-eyed after losing, but they were helpless towards this woman.
The fat man felt a little guilty and asked, "How do I place a bet? Can I do it?"
I whispered in his ear: "Generally speaking, newbies who have just entered the casino have very good luck." I almost said, "idiots grab Hong cards" (dialect, "idiots" means "idiots" grab good cards).
The damn fat man still feels sorry for the money he got. If he exports it, even if it's not a lot, it's just for fun, it will feel sad and painful.
The fat man put in a few hundred-dollar bills.
With the shouting of baccarat terms such as edge, edge, edge, blow, blow, blow, it turned out that the fat guy won money.
Maybe it was Fatty Fatty’s first time gambling and winning money. Fatty Fatty regretted that he bet too little, otherwise he would have won more.
The fat guy won money, which made the woman present very unhappy. She gave the fat guy a rollicking look, because she lost because of this.
As he continues to gamble, Fatty will win seven or eight out of ten times. He gradually entered the state.
I am secretly happy that there is something to play.
Anyway, there are no windows here, and there is no time. If I let him gamble here until dawn and send him away happily, I will consider my mission complete.
The more money the fat man wins, the more money the woman loses. It seems that her luck just now was all due to the arrival of the fat man and she went to the fat man.
She, who was already very domineering, began to curse.
The fat man was a government official. He was used to being respected by others, but he was criticized and cursed by others. She was a woman. His unhappiness was written directly on his face.
I encouraged Fatty: "If you're lucky today, I'll lose her to death. I'll lose until she has no panties left."
The fat man's pride was at work, and with my encouragement, he became arrogant. He didn't say anything, but he was secretly trying hard in his heart.
The fat man was just lucky. Whether he was buying banker or player, he won almost all the cards. He even exaggerated to the point that when he got a six-point card, he thought he was going to lose. But the card the woman picked was a thunderous one.
The woman was so angry that she took off her sleeves, revealing the tattoo on her right arm. Even one foot on the card table.
But will it be useful if you take off your sleeves?
The more this woman lost, the more unconvinced she became. She became anxious and said directly to the fat man: "You, challenge me to a one-on-one fight."
The fat man has gained a lot of self-cultivation after winning money. He smiled and pressed hard on this woman. As long as she bought leisure, he would buy banker. Anyway, he was going against that woman.
The probability theory of gambling does not work at all, and good luck will follow the fat man to death. The woman was so angry that she screamed.
The other gamblers stopped playing at this time and all stood behind the fat man to cheer him on. Because they had all lost everything, they were counting on Fatty to avenge them.
According to a rough estimate, the money in front of the fat man has more than doubled.
And the money in front of the woman is about to bottom out.
The woman was furious and thought: I'm fighting with you. She asked the dealer: "How much does it cost if I take off my shirt?"
The dealer was very calm and said: "If you have cash, please continue. It is against the rules to take off your shirt."
The fat man won money, and the woman at the token table was unhappy, which satisfied his shadow psychology. He smiled and said: "The dealer disagrees, but I agree." As he spoke, he took out a wad of money from his money pile, which was roughly estimated to be about 80,000 U.S. dollars: "I'll give you a big one." , it’s all yours, if you lose, hehehe, everyone present should take pictures.”
Everyone around was making noises.
"Okay." The woman proudly put the little money she had on the table, plus the money given by the fat man, on the table cards, and said: "I bet on player."
"I have to bet on the banker." Fatty said with a smile.
This is no less than a peak showdown, one side represents men and the other side represents women.
The ideal is very full, the reality is very skinny, and the fat man actually lost.
The fat man stood there stunned, and I was even more surprised.
No, this is not my script.
In fact, all the gamblers in the private room are all extras selected by me. As the saying goes, they are matchmakers and shills.
However, these matchmakers I arranged are not ordinary shills who deceive people, but group performances to exaggerate the atmosphere. The purpose is very clear, let the fat guy win money. He also had to do it without leaving any trace, so that the fat man could believe that he was really lucky today.
How could this script be changed? Fatty Fatty's face at this moment is as ugly as it needs to be.
In bed, the fat man was powerless against women. In the casino, he lost again to a domineering and arrogant woman. It is conceivable that he was in a very bad mood at this time.
At this time, I wanted to pee again, but I couldn't leave. I had to comfort the damn fat man first.
"One hand cannot determine the outcome. Keep going and win back." I advised.
It was full just now, with just over two hundred thousand dollars, but in an instant, the fat man only had thirty or forty thousand dollars left in front of him.
At this time, the damn fat man hated the woman so much that he gritted his teeth. Why? Why?
I have to make amends. I feel so bad that I want to scold my mother. Who changed the script and told me how to clean up this mess?
Chapter 130: The Steward Becomes a Eunuch
