As the saying goes, "A good thing never comes three times", the same routine cannot be used three times.
Song Che simply stopped pretending, picked out his ears with the little finger of his left hand, and pressed 500 taels for himself. Liu Saner and others followed with 750 taels, three in a row, netting the banker nearly 4,000 taels.
The big game and consecutive winnings quickly aroused the resonance of the players. All the gamblers who wanted to make money gathered at the table. They followed Song Che's bets. After one round, the dealer paid at least three Thousand taels!
The croupier who was rolling the dice was sweating profusely, and the spectators in the casino gathered together, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at Song Che's every move.
"One, three, four, eight o'clock!"
"I got hit again! Master, you are simply possessed by the God of Gamblers!"
"No, it's just good luck."
Song Che took back his principal and winning money. Now the burden was so swollen that he could hardly hold it down. Since he entered the gambling house, he alone has won more than five thousand taels.
"Keep going! Why don't you shake it?"
"That's right, don't rest! We just have good luck!"
The idlers were in high spirits and urged.
The croupier wiped away his sweat and just picked up the dice cup when a big hand with a black jade thumb ring snatched it away:
"This game is up to me."
The person who came was nearly nine feet tall, with a voice like a bell, a leopard's eyes and a lion's nose, a sinewy face, and a beard like a tangled haystack. At first glance, he looked somewhat similar to Hong Er.
The head of Datong Casino is the biggest local gangster in Suzhou City, Hong Biao.
"Crash..." Hong Biao shook the dice cup, and an afterimage almost appeared!
"Bang!" The dice cup settled down, and with enough force, it smashed a shallow crater into the wooden table!
Hong Biao pressed the dice cup and stared at Song Che coldly: "Please place your bet!"
Song Che weighed the baggage in his arms and sighed: "But I have won enough tonight, let's play again next time." After that, he stretched his waist and planned to leave.
The thugs watching the scene formed a human wall and blocked Song Che.
"You want to leave after you win money. How can there be such a truth... Aunt Song." Hong Biao said coldly.
Song Che sneered at him: "I won't let you go after winning money. Is it possible that you have to lose everything before you can leave? The layout is so small, what kind of gambling house are you opening?"
"That's right, it's up to people whether they want to play or not. Your gambling house is forcing people to stay, isn't it?"
"Who would dare to come here to gamble with you like this?"
"That's right..."
Maybe it was Song Che who led everyone to win money, and everyone stood aside to denounce it.
Hong Biao's face was furious and his eyes were so gloomy that he could eat people. He had to lower his tone and said, "Uncle Song is very good at gambling. Hong just wants to ask for advice. Why don't you give me a favor?"
Song Che sucked his left thumb, pretended to think for a moment, and sighed: "Well, since Boss Hong is personally in charge, I have to give you face no matter what, right?"
He took off his baggage and threw it on the gambling table. "This one is small. I won all of it. If I win, I will go home and sleep with my wife. If I lose, I will go home and kneel on the washboard."
Players followed suit and placed small bets.
"You've been winning all night. I don't believe you can continue to be popular. Mr. Hong has taken action himself. I fully support the banker to win this time!" Liu San'er took the lead in betting big.
"I'll bet you to kneel on the washboard when you go home!" The other twelve people followed suit.
Currently, the gambling capital on the table, including Song Che's, is nearly 7,000 taels. Liu San'er and the other thirteen people have all increased their gambling capital according to the agreement, and the gambling capital is tens of thousands taels.
Hong Biao and others' eyes were all focused on Song Che, and they didn't notice the disparity in gambling funds at all.
"You're going to lose this time!" Hong Biao opened the dice cup confidently.
"Four, five, six, fifteen points! The banker wins!"
"It's bad luck! One general's success will cause thousands of bones to wither!"
"Sure enough, Mr. Hong is still superior!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Song. I'll make you lose everything in one go." Hong Biao grabbed the package and looked at Song Che arrogantly.
Song Che sneered inwardly. The banker won seven thousand taels, but had to pay out ten thousand taels. Did he really win?
"Hahaha... It's just five thousand taels. I don't pay attention to such a big bet as sesame seeds and mung beans. I'll just give it to you." Song Che laughed without losing his sarcasm, rolled up his sleeves and planned to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Hong Biao called out to Song Che, "From what Mr. Song said, do you want to make a bigger bet?"
Song Che said coldly: "With all due respect, you need to verify your capital when betting big money. Your identity and chips are not equal. Even if I want to bet, do you have the qualifications?"
Hong Biao's face was solemn: "Uncle Song, do you underestimate my Datong Gambling House? On the other hand, you, a cloth merchant in the Shen family, how much wealth can you have?"
Song Che said loudly: "Boss Hong, please don't provoke me, I am a person who dares to gamble with my life."
"Then I'm a little scared. After all, you are just a son-in-law, and I am a serious boss-"
"Snapped!"
Song Che pounded the table with his fist and said, "I fucking hate it when people say I'm a son-in-law!"
"Then you dare to take a gamble with me?" Hong Biao said proudly: "If you win, I will give you my Datong Gambling House. If I win, give me your Yunshui House. How about that?"
A trace of hesitation flashed in Song Che's eyes.
Hong Biao took advantage of the situation to pursue him and taunted him again: "What? Don't you dare to do it anymore? From my perspective, you are just a son-in-law who depends on someone else."
"Who says I don't dare!" Song Che gritted his teeth and said, "Just bet, am I still afraid of you?"
"Oh, Mr. Song, forget it, the bet is too big!"
"If you really lose Yunshuifang, you won't be kneeling on the washboard when you get home."
"Take it as soon as you see fit, Mr. Song!"
Gamblers offered advice one after another.
Song Che seemed to be going crazy and just stared at Hong Biao: "Stop talking nonsense, I will fight with you tonight!"
"Okay! Come here, give Mr. Song a pair of sic bo." Hong Biao raised his hand to greet him.
Soon, the dealer sent a pair of Sic Bo to Song Che.
Hong Biao said again: "Let's bet on big or small. The winner will be determined in one round. Whoever gets the bigger number will be the winner. How about that?"
Song Che said: "It's possible, but there's no evidence. What if I won and you regretted it? So I'm going to make a document and ask all the gamblers to be notaries!"
"That's very good." Hong Biao waved.
The dealer brought paper and pen.
Song Che picked up a pen and wrote down the content of the bet in detail on the paper, and added a final note: "If either party cheats and cheats, it will be regarded as a loser, and this letter will be used as evidence to show fairness."
After writing the receipt, Song Che made it public in front of all the gamblers. After it was unanimously approved by the public, he and Hong Biao signed and pressed their fingerprints one after another.
"Let's get started. Boss Hong invites you first." Song Che gestured with a smile.
"Heh...hairy boy, I'm going to book your Yunshuifang tonight!"
Hong Biao grabbed the dice cup, shook it for more than ten times, put it down on the table, gently turned the black jade finger on his thumb, and then slowly opened the dice cup.
"Six, six, six, Leopard has eighteen points, the maximum limit!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha..." Hong Biao looked up to the sky and laughed, looking at Song Che: "There are rules on the gambling table. The first to enter is the master, and the last to enter is the guest. If the host and guest get the same number of points, the host wins, so to speak. Come on, even if you can get three sixes, then I win... I'm sorry, Mr. Song, your Yunshuifang belongs to me!"
He stretched out his hand to grab the paper.
"Wait a minute!" Song Che grabbed the papers first.
"What? You still want to rely on me, Hong Biao!"
Hong Biao shouted loudly, like a lion roaring.
Song Che smiled coldly, picked up the wooden stool under his feet, and smashed the dice hard - "Bang!" The dice was smashed into pieces, and the milky white powder was mixed with black iron filings.
"I've noticed since I entered the gambling house that if the dice were solid, they would roll very smoothly. However, the dice they used had obvious setbacks. It was obviously tampered with inside!"
Song Che threw the chair away, pointed at the dice fragments and said, "Look, everyone, the dice are mixed with iron filings, and Hong Biao and all the dealers are wearing a black jade ring on their hands, which is used to control the dice." magnet, they cheat all the time!”
Filling dice with iron filings and mercury is a low-level skill that has long been shown in gambling movies. If you could deceive ancient people, how could you deceive Song Che?
"Okay, no wonder I lose every time I win a few more games. It turns out you are cheating!"
"Give us back our money!"
"Kill this evil man!"
Those who were deceived, those who were not deceived, those who had money, and those who had no money, all "revolted" one after another. Hundreds of gamblers swarmed up and surrounded Hong Biao and others, punching and kicking them to vent their anger.
When the reputation of a gambling house is damaged, the business is likely to be over.
"Dear guests, according to the content on the receipt, I will win if the banker pays a thousand. From now on, Datong Gambling House will belong to me, Song Che. In order to make up for the losses of everyone who was deceived, I hereby announce that all the people in the gambling house will Everything, whether it's money, tables, chairs, flower pots, coffee tables, urinals, anything that can be taken away, is all given to you!"
"Grab the money!"
Prostitution for free? Who wouldn't be happy?
Gamblers were rushing to buy, but Song Che ignored them, as if he was alone in the smoky atmosphere. When he walked out of the gambling house, he looked back, glanced at the plaque "Datong Gambling House", and took a sip of saliva.
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