The casino hall was packed with people, and the lights shone on the gaming tables, illuminating the men and women surrounding the roulette wheel and the swirling smoke.
Some people looked excited and cursed loudly, as if they had lost money. Some people were holding a woman with coquettish makeup in their left hand and holding a whiskey glass in their right hand, as if they were drunk now. Others looked left and right, giving advice to those who were gambling, and then received disgusted looks or scoldings.
The war and the influx of refugees did not affect the casino's business. On the contrary, more people came to play a game. Because only at gambling tables and cigarette stalls can the rich trapped here forget their family feud and national humiliation, and escape from the confusion and anxiety of not knowing what the future will be like and whether tomorrow will be the last 24 hours of their lives.
Living in a state of drunkenness and dreaming of death is also one of the various forms of war.
Lin Yue ignored the mixed smell of cigarettes, spirits and body odor and walked to sit at the end of the hall. The casino guard sat on a red chair with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the gamblers and blew out smoke rings from time to time.
"My surname is Lin, and I am a friend of Lieutenant Colonel Xie Jinyuan of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division of the Sihang Warehouse opposite. Is Sister Rong here?"
"Ah?" Daozi glanced at him: "Didn't the national troops withdraw?"
"No, the 524th Regiment is still here."
"You want to see Sister Rong?"
"right."
Daozi looked impatient: "Sister Rong, you can see her whenever you want? Go, go, go, go quickly. If you offend me, I will hand you over to the police in the patrol room."
Lin Yue smiled: "I haven't seen you, right?"
Daozi didn't look at him and turned his face away. Although Sister Rong's husband had served in the army and was the person he respected the most, the word "army" could be said to be Sister Rong's nightmare. Her husband died. , two sons also died in the battlefield, and now a man who claims to be a friend of the 524th Regiment comes to the concession to look for Sister Rong. Could it be that not only killing her husband and son, but also making her a victim of the war?
He will not tolerate this kind of thing happening, just like on the Junk Bridge before, he helped people from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau maintain law and order for free and persuaded deserters from the national army.
If he hadn't seen this guy surnamed Lin giving a lot of ponchos to the refugees on the opposite steps, he would have called the patrol room people to arrest the suspects.
Lin Yue walked around the casino, looking at the roulette table and the Pai Gow table. He walked to the most classic dice table and rummaged in his pocket. It was only three yuan. Compared with the face value of the banknotes in other people's hands, it was shabby.
The croupier in the waiter's uniform looked contemptuous. The British guy sitting next to him turned his head and whispered to the female companion in a cheongsam next to him. It didn't look like he was saying anything nice.
Lin Yue frowned. The identity given to him by the system this time was that of a recruit of the Hubei Security Corps. He was from a small suburban town. How could he compare to the citizens of Greater Shanghai? For the three yuan, his mother wiped her tears and stuffed it into his hand before leaving. Here, give him money to spend on the road.
"Do you want a watch?" Lin Yue took off the Seiko watch from his wrist, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and threw it on the table.
The waiter said, "Do you think this is a pawn shop?"
While the men in the room were watching his joke, the woman in a cheongsam next to the British man stood up, walked to him and picked up the watch and pocket watch seized from the Japanese officer.
"May I have your name?"
Lin Yue said: "Lin Yue."
"I want this." The woman in the cheongsam took out fifty yuan from her pocket and handed it to him.
Lin Yue said: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
While she was talking, the British guy came over to hold her hand, but she threw him away, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"I heard your conversation with him." The cheongsam woman glanced at Daozi who was sitting opposite: "What would you like to drink?"
"A glass of whiskey on the rocks."
The woman in the cheongsam turned around and took two steps. As if she suddenly remembered something, she turned back with a smile and said, "My name is Gao Min."
Lin Yue nodded with a smile, watched her leave, and pushed the fifty-three yuan in his hand on the table. The middle-aged man in a white jacket next to him glanced at him, as if it was difficult to understand that he only had three yuan in his pocket. But he dared to put all his wealth out.
The croupier glanced at him and picked up the dice cup.
"slow."
Lin Yue stretched out his hand to stop him: "As a customer, I want to check the dice."
The British guy next to him glanced at him and said in English: "The Chinese are so troublesome."
Lin Yue replied to him, "The British are so arrogant", which made the British man's face change. He never expected that a young man with only three dollars in his body could speak English so fluently, and his "words and accents" were very authentic. .
The dealer's eyes also changed, becoming less contemptuous and more solemn. This is the British Concession, and Chinese people who can speak English have a much higher status than Chinese who cannot speak English.
Lin Yue met the gazes of the gamblers and took the dice cup, opened it, looked at it, weighed the three dices in his palms, felt the weight and put them back, and said calmly: "No problem, you can shake it." .”
"Sister Rong's casino has always been run in a fair and honest manner."
The croupier picked up the dice cup and took a look. The three dice on the table disappeared. There was a clattering sound. After a few breaths, he slammed the dice cup onto the table and took it away.
"Please ask a few guests to place bets."
The British guy took out a twenty dollar bill from a wad of money and slapped it on the "big" one; the middle-aged man in a white mandarin scratched his scalp, took the twenty dollar bill and put it on the "big" one first, and after a few breaths Feeling something wrong again, he pressed the coin and pushed up the "small": "Buy the small. The last time it was big, it must be the small this time." Several people around him also followed suit. When it was Lin Yue's turn, he placed only the small bet. Some of them spent fifty-three yuan on "small".
"It's a deal and it's gone, it's a deal and it's gone."
When the dealer made the announcement before opening the cup, Gao Min came over with two glasses of whiskey, one for Lin Yue and one for himself: "What did you buy?"
Lin Yue pointed to the "small" in the upper left corner of the betting area.
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"Are you all-in?" Gao Min was stunned for a moment. Although fifty-three yuan is nothing to the wealthy people living in Shanghai, it is not a problem to buy a cow if you put it in the local area.
Before Lin Yue could reply, the dealer over there opened the dice cup.
Two two three, seven o'clock, small!
The middle-aged man in a white mantle clasped his hands and exclaimed: "I'd say it's time to go 'small' this time."
The person next to him who won the bet looked happy, and the one who didn't bet looked unhappy. The British guy looked as usual and didn't seem to care about the money.
Gao Min watched the croupier push the one hundred and six yuan in front of Lin Yue, and clinked the cup with him: "You are so lucky."
Lin Yue smiled, met her gaze, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The British guy next to him was so angry that if the Japanese hadn't invaded Shanghai, he might not have had the chance to get close to Gao Min. As a result, he just said, "Poor guy, don't come to the casino if you don't have money." She was annoyed.
Wow, wow, wow~
The croupier over there continued to shake the cup, and after a while he slapped it on the table.
"Dear guests, please place your bets."
The middle-aged man in a white mandarin jacket patted Lin Yue on the shoulder: "Young man, come on, follow me and continue to bet on 'small'. This game will definitely come out on 'small'."
As he spoke, he pushed another twenty yuan to the upper left corner of the gambling table.
"Do you want to play?" Lin Yue asked Gao Min.
"What's the deposit?" She took out fifty yuan and held it between her fingers.
Lin Yue took the fifty yuan and slapped it on the place marked "three" in front of him, and then put the one hundred and six yuan in his hand on it.
The British man curled his lips and remanded "Big".
"The deal is gone." Following the same cry that lasted for thousands of years, the croupier opened the dice cup.
Three three one, seven o'clock, small!
The middle-aged man in a white mantle laughed and said, "I must have guessed correctly again." After speaking, he was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the 156 yuan bet on "three" with a strange expression.
He bet on "small", and the odds of guessing correctly were 1 to 1. Lin Yue's bet was on a single number. If one of the three dice was "three", the odds would be one to one, and if two "three" dice were "three", the odds would be one to one. One pays two, three "three" means one pays three.
Now there are two "three"s in the cup, which means one loses two, and one hundred and fifty-six yuan suddenly becomes four hundred and sixty-eight.
"It seems that you have brought me good luck." Lin Yue raised his glass and drank with Gao Min. After finishing, he held two fifty bills and handed them over: "Here, it's yours."
She pushed out with her hand: "I believe you."
"Okay then." Lin Yue put the 100 yuan back, waited until the croupier took the cup again, and pushed the "14" point in the area where the total points were bet with the more than 400 yuan in front of him.
The British guy yelled "crazy" in English and moved on to "little".
The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket hesitated for a moment with "twenty yuan". Ten yuan bet on "small", and the other ten yuan followed Lin Yue and he bet on "fourteen". The others all had their own choices, and some bet on "big". Some were betting on "small", and some were betting on a single number. Except for the middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket, no one followed "fourteen". After all, the chance of this opening was too small.
"Purchased the deal, hey, it's open."
The dealer shouted and the dice cup was opened.
Six six two, fourteen o'clock, big!
It doesn't matter if you open it "big", the key is to open it at 14 o'clock.
The people at the table looked at Lin Yue in confusion. What are the odds of "seven" and "fourteen" in total on the dice? Twelve for one, that is to say, four hundred and sixty-eight became six thousand and eighty-four in the blink of an eye. Before the war broke out, it was enough to buy a house in Shanghai.
The middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket who paid "fourteen" for ten dollars was so happy that he scratched his hair and looked at Lin Yue with his eyes shining.
Not only his eyes were shining, but others also looked at Lin Yue with complicated eyes.
It doesn't matter if you get three correct bets in a row. The key is that the odds of winning are getting higher and higher. This is abnormal.
Lin Yue ignored them and looked at the dealer opposite who was sweating coldly: "Why don't you stop shaking? Shake..."
The croupier took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He glanced at Daozi, who was sitting not far away. Seeing that he didn't speak, he could only shake his head and shake the cup again. When he was done, he put it on the table and spoke with a slightly trembling hand. The voice said: "It's a bet, it's a bet, I'm done with it."
Lin Yue smiled at Gao Min, met the gazes of the gamblers around him, and pushed the pile of money in front of him to the area where the total number of points was "four".
What are the odds of four points? Pay fifty for one.
The whole place was in an uproar, and even the people at the gambling tables gathered around, staring nervously at the money on the table.
If you really want to offer four points, a loss of fifty would be three hundred and one thousand, two hundred and eighty-four. No matter how rich Sister Rong is, she will be in pain for ten days and a half.
"I, I bet twenty-four points."
"I'll bet twenty-four, too."
"Wealth is in danger. I'll bet one hundred dollars on 'four' points."
"..."
The people around him voted for it, which was close to 800 yuan. The middle-aged man in a mandarin rummaged through his pocket, took out the crumpled money and counted it. It was almost 300 yuan, and he put it all in.
"Little brother, my life and fortune are all on you."
The British guy shook his head and said in British Chinese, "Crazy people, what a bunch of crazy people. In fact, he also wanted to bet the total number of "four", but he couldn't lose face. He just made fun of Lin Yue for being a poor boy, turning his face and following others. If you talk about drinking soup from behind, it will damage the reputation of foreign adults, won't it?
The croupier looked at the pile of money on the table, swallowed hard, and his hands trembled as he prepared to open the cup.
It's okay if he doesn't win, but if there are really "four" points in it, if he pays out hundreds of thousands from his hand, he might be beaten to death by Master Dao.
At this moment, Dao Zi, who was sitting at the end of the hall, stood up. Lin Yue noticed a ball of cigarette ash slipping from his sleeve and falling lightly to the ground.
