"Please put your bet away once you've placed it." The expressionless dealer said coldly. He still remembered this stingy country bumpkin vividly. He thought to himself that his commission for today was gone. The man had won a lot of money at this table, but hadn't received a single penny in tips. He was going to get scolded by his supervisor later.
Why is this jinx here again?
"Then I'll just buy one randomly, consider it a kickback if I win." Lin Yao casually placed 100,000 yuan worth of chips into a betting slot, his face showing a nonchalant expression, clearly the image of a nouveau riche.
"Dice encirclement!"
The gamblers nearby gasped in surprise. They knew that the three dice were the least likely to win, but also the most expensive. To win, one had to correctly predict the numbers on all three covered dice in front of the dealer, with no mistakes whatsoever—a probability of only 0.46%.
Lin Yao bet on a set of three, four, and six dice. This means he would only win if the dice showed a three, a four, and a six. Otherwise, the 100,000 yuan would be wasted.
The odds at Haolong Casino are set according to the standards of Lisboa Casino, which are generally much lower than those of foreign casinos, but the odds for the sic bo bet are still as high as 1 to 150. Although Lin Yao would receive 15 million if he won, no one among the gamblers around him believed it was such a low-probability event. They all thought he was a spendthrift who was throwing money away, not realizing that they themselves were just as bad, wasting money on idle pursuits.
"Young man, this betting method won't work, you're unlikely to win. You should bet on big or small instead." A sudden voice rang out from the left; it was the man who had been frowning earlier.
Lin Yao turned his head and looked over, finding that although the other person was very young, he looked somewhat mature. At less than thirty years old, he was calling him "little brother," which made him think the guy was pretty nice. He was amiable and somewhat handsome, with his most striking features being his straight nose and slightly sunken eye sockets, topped with thick eyebrows that made him look very masculine.
This guy looks like a good person, but I don't know why he would come to the casino. Is it because he's down on his luck?
Lin Yao nodded and smiled, whispered a thank you, and then turned to look at the dealer. He had to keep an eye on the dealer to prevent cheating, otherwise how could things escalate?
"I'll bet too." A flamboyant nouveau riche-looking man next to him shouted and placed a chip in the same spot as Lin Yao, with the same face value: 100,000 yuan.
"This young man is very lucky today, I'll share in his good fortune." A middle-aged man dressed like a successful person politely picked up a chip, carefully placed it next to the other two, and adjusted their positions so that the three chips formed an equilateral triangle.
Three chips of equal value were placed on the gambling table, which was quite eye-catching. The dealer's heart became tense for no reason, as if he sensed a crisis. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped on the switch with his left foot and said, "Final bet, please place your bets."
Lin Yao smiled secretly after noticing the dealer's underhanded tactics, thinking to himself that he was determined to make a quick buck this time, and there was no point in playing these tricks.
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Chapter 160 I'm Here to Cause Trouble
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As time ticked by, more and more gamblers gathered, and the discussions grew louder. The reason was that three high rollers had suddenly placed their single bets on the largest table in the same spot, and they were even playing a triple bet.
The rule in the hall is that the maximum single bet is 100,000 yuan, but this maximum limit is not often seen. After all, even gamblers will control their bet amount while feeling conflicted and hesitant. Firstly, they can play more rounds, and secondly, they can think they can gain "experience" and "patterns" by familiarizing themselves with the gambling equipment. This kind of bet with a maximum amount of three bets has aroused everyone's interest.
Since we're just killing time anyway, fine wine, delicious food, and beautiful women can get boring after a while. It's nice to watch something exciting occasionally to relax.
The young dealer felt his heart pounding in his throat. If he let the other side win this round, he would be in deep trouble. A payout of 150 times the stake was not something a small dealer like him could easily escape. A payout of 45 million was more than he could be sold into pieces.
Amidst the clamor of gamblers gathered around the table, and with one loudly proclaiming the reveal of the cards while the other two remained calm and silent, the dealer's hand trembled slightly as he slowly unveiled the answer.
The gamblers' emotions began to rise as they shouted out the numbers they were hoping for to be drawn. Even those who had bet on "small" abandoned their own chances of winning or losing and joined in the commotion.
At this moment, all the gamblers united to denounce their common enemy—the casino owner. They wanted the casino to pay them back, even if the money had nothing to do with them; just seeing it made them feel better.
"Ah!" A whirlwind suddenly swept through the hall, and a chorus of exclamations spread from the gambling table to the surrounding areas, attracting the attention of the entire hall. More and more gamblers gathered around, and those who came later knew that this table had offered the largest payout in recent years, 45 million in a single hand!
The dealer felt a bit dizzy, a wave of vertigo rushed to his head, and his legs started to go weak. He involuntarily slumped towards the gambling table in front of him.
Just as the dealer was about to ruin the state of the three dice in the gambling equipment, the nouveau riche gambler who had been jumping and shouting suddenly intervened, stabilizing the dealer. Somehow, this loud and flamboyant bettor had moved to the dealer's side, and the intervention at this moment stopped the other party from ruining the scene. Whether it was intentional or not, the answer was already determined: the casino would have to pay money.
The dealer, upon regaining consciousness, immediately pressed the emergency call button. He had no control over his fate; whether he lived or died was entirely up to destiny.
If he tries to evade responsibility by tampering with the crime scene, he's doomed. The casino will likely use his life to appease the numerous gamblers. If he seeks help from the organization and has someone from higher up handle the situation, perhaps he can save his life. This is a far-fetched possibility, and the chances of survival are slim. Even if he escapes the death penalty, he won't escape punishment. Who knows how many years it will take to atone for this mistake? If he survives, becoming a gigolo is one of the relatively easier and less arduous jobs available.
In legitimate casinos, dealers don't face any work-related life-threatening dangers. However, in these underground "small" casinos, the owners are often superstitious and domineering, easily attributing losses to the dealers' luck and birth charts. Every profession has its struggles; making a living is difficult enough.
"Mr. Tang, Mr. Luo, Mr. Zheng, congratulations!" The group of people who had gathered around were quite imposing. The only one among them, a middle-aged man who could barely be described as refined, spoke up, "Please come with me to the manager's office to process the payment for this winnings."
The seven or eight men behind the middle-aged man were clearly thugs, all burly and fierce-looking. Standing next to the middle-aged man was a man missing his left ear and with a deep scar on his left cheek. He was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, and his expressionless face directly revealed a violent and dangerous aura.
"What? Aren't we supposed to just hand out the chips as per the rules? Why do we have to go upstairs?" The successful man, referred to as Mr. Luo, calmly refused, as if the other party's demeanor hadn't affected him in the slightest. "I demand that the settlement be made here. Where are these two gentlemen?"
Lin Yao and the nouveau riche gambler exchanged a glance with the successful man who had spoken. The nouveau riche spoke first, "I'm going to make money here too. I'm not going up there."
Seeing that everyone's eyes had turned to him, Lin Yao cleared his throat and said softly, "Me too, I'm waiting to go to dinner, it's already past dinner time."
"Please give me, 'Sang Biao,' some face, the amount is too large and needs to be settled in the manager's office." The violent man missing his left ear suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice like the sharp sound of metal grinding together, which was extremely unpleasant to listen to.
"It's not like we're taking cash, just issuing a check. We can do that in the lobby. We just issued a check for over 20 million right here." Lin Yao remained unmoved and spoke calmly. "I'm not going to the manager's office. Please process this quickly; I'm in a hurry."
The man who called himself "Sang Biao" was about to have an outburst; the expression on his face began to distort, making him look even more dangerous.
The somewhat thin middle-aged man reached out and stopped Sang Biao's outburst. "Let me introduce myself. I am Guang Yihuo, the general manager of Haolong Entertainment City. Please give me some face and come up to the VIP reception room for a seat."
Lin Yao remained unmoved, secretly glancing at the nouveau riche gambler, and then picked up the soda water he hadn't drunk earlier to moisten his throat.
"If you don't go, Haolong can't even afford to lose 15 million? I've already thrown in 10 million here, and you're just taking in and not giving out?" The arrogant voice of the nouveau riche gambler rang out, causing a stir among the onlookers. They all voiced their support for the three winners and then recounted how much they had lost at Haolong.
Guang Yihuo's face darkened, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly regained his smile. "Please wait a moment, gentlemen. We'll send it over as soon as we've completed the formalities."
After saying that, he turned and left. As he left, Sang Biao glared at the three of them fiercely and snorted heavily through his nostrils.
The gamblers surrounded the three lucky winners, with the nouveau riche known as Mr. Tang attracting the most attention. His flamboyant style matched the current situation perfectly, inspiring even more gamblers to have high hopes.
"Young man, you should hurry up and leave. You won't get this money. Saving your life is the most important thing." The man who had been concerned about Lin Yao earlier reminded him carefully again, his brows furrowing even more and his expression looking very bad. But the sincerity and concern in his tone made Lin Yao know that the other party was genuinely trying to help him.
"Brother, why do you say that?" Lin Yao's voice was also very soft, and his close body made the conversation take place only between the two of them. With the attention of the other two people, the other gamblers did not come to disturb them.
“Young man, I know you’re not simple either.” The man sighed and looked sincerely into Lin Yao’s eyes. “But the boss behind this casino is a local tyrant with a lot of power. I advise you not to get involved and to leave quickly, or who knows what might happen.”