He played every kind of game—slot machines, Russian roulette, poker, baccarat, dice—and had both wins and losses. The casino had recorded that Lin Yao's gambling capital had doubled, reaching 2.23 million yuan.
What's most outrageous is that this casino newbie was incredibly stingy. He didn't even give a tip to the waiter or the PR manager who tried to chat him up. He was incredibly stingy, not only lacking in manners but also completely against the rules. Almost all the staff concluded that he was a complete novice who had no idea how or how to tip.
When Wen Qian found Lin Yao, there were no staff members around him. Because he was too stingy, no one was willing to offer him service unless they were called upon.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's better if you don't come. I'm on a winning streak and I've won a lot of money." Lin Yao had an expression that said, "You'd better leave now and don't stop me from winning money," which made Wen Qian both amused and exasperated.
"You bumpkin!" Wen Qian cursed inwardly, but her smile became even more alluring. "Young Master Zheng, you seem so happy; you must have a great hand, right?"
Sitting at the blackjack table, Lin Yao looked smug, grinning as he picked up the playing cards on the table and showed them to Wen Qian.
A 9, a 2, and a King add up to exactly 21, a sum that couldn't be higher.
"That country bumpkin's luck is really weird. Look, he's even doubling down. He's going to win 200,000 this time." Wenqian cursed inwardly, but her smile became even brighter. She thought that if she went herself, she could at least get a little tip. If this country bumpkin really didn't know the rules, she wouldn't mind kindly guiding him to give tips.
"I thought you were going to have bad luck with your hand." Lin Yao said something that made Wen Qian want to kill him, while smiling as he collected the chips he had won.
The maximum bet at the main gambling table was 100,000. Lin Yao doubled his bet before taking his turn, placing 200,000 chips. He won 180,000. However, Haolong Casino took a 10% commission instead of the traditional 5%. This hand cost Lin Yao 20,000 in commission, which made him feel a bit of a pain.
"What a rip-off!" Lin Yao muttered to himself, wearing a pained expression as if he had lost a lot of money here, which made Wen Qian feel even more resentful.
If you've won a lot of money, you should casually slip the tip chips into the companion's bra, and even a refined person should hand them over with a victor's smile.
But this country bumpkin showed absolutely no sign of tipping, and even looked like he'd lost money, making Wenqian feel an urge to bite him. Even a five-yuan chip would have been fine; so many colleagues were watching the spectacle. How could she, a top-notch PR professional, not get a tip? Where would she put her face?
There are no low-denomination chips worth five yuan here; it's all Wenqian's fantasy. It seems she has truly experienced Lin Yao's stinginess and has given up on trying to hook up rich guys to make money.
The young and handsome dealer continued to run the game with a blank expression. He looked down on this lucky gambler. He had been playing for so long and hadn't even given a single chip tip. Didn't the gambler know that he was winning because the dealer dealt him good cards?
"Qianqian, why are you hanging out with your young master Zheng here? Take him to the VIP room. How long will it take to lose a million here?" The big-bellied man's voice suddenly rang out from the side. Lin Yao turned around and glanced at him, seeing his high spirits and the flushed face from his recent strenuous exercise.
This guy is weak and won't live for many more years.
Lin Yao made a judgment in his mind. Now that he has reached the twelfth level of Qi Rank, his observation of Qi and listening to sounds in the diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning and palpation have reached the level of a grandmaster. He can tell at a glance that the big-bellied man will definitely have a serious illness within three years, and then he will be unable to recover and can only wait to die.
Lin Yao didn't ask for cards this time, and the chips on the table were only two thousand yuan. Xiao Cao, who had recovered to a certain extent with the help of spirit stones, had already seen the cards in front of the card box clearly. According to the order, the chances of winning this hand were not high, unless the gamblers next to him cooperated to ask for cards.
"What bad luck!" Lin Yao muttered under his breath, just in time for Wen Qian and the big-bellied man to hear.
"Young Master Zheng, let's go play in the VIP room upstairs. Or maybe you don't have enough money to gamble with?" The pot-bellied man goaded him from the side, his arrogance so obvious even a pig could hear it.
"How much money do you need to gamble to get up there?" Lin Yao honestly displayed his novice ignorance, thinking that he had come to cause trouble but couldn't find an excuse. This guy who had taken advantage of him was actually hostile towards him. He had to teach him a lesson and take the opportunity to attract Li Gennong's attention.
"Not much, three million is the minimum." The man with the big belly tilted his head back smugly, making his protruding belly even more exaggerated, like a woman ten months pregnant. "Want to go all in?"
“Yes, I have this.” Lin Yao smiled and picked up the “Game Rules Guide” on the gambling table, waving it around. The beautifully bound “Game Rules Guide” had been flipped through quite a bit by Lin Yao, and the corners of the cover showed signs of curling.
"Let's go then, I'll show you around." The big-bellied man walked over and wrapped his arms around Wen Qian's slender waist, while reaching out with his other hand to pat Lin Yao's shoulder, but Lin Yao stepped aside to let him pass.
The clean, bright, and luxurious VIP suites are on the ninth floor. The eighth floor is a private room where gamblers with good or bad luck vent their frustrations. Lin Yaoguang can hear the screams coming from those private rooms as soon as he passes the stairwell. They scream like pigs being slaughtered, as if they are afraid that others will not know how capable they are.
Suppressing Li Gennong's disdain for not providing an internal elevator and insisting everyone use the stairwell, Lin Yao had a great time in the VIP room on the ninth floor, and was in a very pleasant mood.
An hour and a half later, Banan, carrying a heavy box of chips in one hand, followed Lin Yao back to the seventh-floor lobby with a big smile. After a long while, the big-bellied man who came out was completely smug, his bloodshot eyes bulging like goldfish, staring at Lin Yao's back and cursing under his breath.
Just now in the VIP room, Lin Yao, whose words suddenly became sharp, caused the pot-bellied guy to lose 13 million, and also caused two other big spenders to lose 2 million and 7 million respectively. Lin Yao won 19.8 million in an hour and a half!
"Go exchange the chips, we're going to eat," Lin Yao instructed, his smug expression evident. He casually took a 100,000 yuan chip from the chip box in Banan's hand and played with it in his hand.
Wenqian's eyes lit up, and she was secretly delighted.
Who said this country bumpkin wouldn't tip? It's just that Young Master Zheng looks down on ordinary women, so he left 100,000 yuan as a tip. Young Master Zheng is quite generous.
Thinking of this, Wen Qian wiggled her plump hips even more enthusiastically, and leaned her whole body on Lin Yao's arm. "Young Master Zheng, would you like to go up and rest for a while? Qianqian has studied massage and has a formal massage therapist qualification certificate."
"Wait a minute." Lin Yao turned his head and smiled, glancing at the big belly glaring at him hatefully out of the corner of his eye, before twisting his face and walking toward the exit of the casino lobby.
Lin Yao didn't push Wen Qian away, letting her half-hang on his arm as he slowly walked towards the dice table. This was the last battlefield where he was going to make his move. As for Wen Qian beside him, she would be punished soon anyway, so he didn't need to pay her any attention.
Wen Qian tried her best to please Lin Yao, even feeding him the soda water she had ordered, which made him uncomfortable and he gave up the idea of drinking water.
After a long while, Banan returned to the gambling table. "Boss, I got the cash check. The handling fee is five percent."
"That's outrageous!" Lin Yao muttered under his breath. Exchanging chips incurs a 5% handling fee, and with the Haolong Casino's winnings commission far exceeding international rates, gamblers have to pay 15% of their winnings to the casino. How can they not lose money?
Therefore, nine out of ten gambling games are rigged. Even the one who enjoys fair gambling is exploited by exorbitant commissions and fees, and ultimately, the outcome depends on luck. Every gambler is destined to lose, losing everything, even their family.
I will not gamble anymore, unless I am allowed to cheat again!
Lin Yao made a decision in his heart, feeling his mind clear. In his eyes, the men and women coming and going in the gambling hall turned into sweet potatoes. In Hubei dialect, they are called "tiao"; in Sichuan dialect, they are called "gua"; and in Northern dialect, they are called "er".
Wen Qian clung even more to Lin Yao's arm, her hair, which smelled strongly of perfume, almost brushing against his neck. Lin Yao shrank back slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man on his left scrutinizing him, causing his furrowed brows to twitch.
"Boss, shall we go?" Banan asked Lin Yao. Although he had developed a strong nerve and excellent mental fortitude in the army, the sight of a huge cash check of more than 20 million yuan that could be cashed at any time still made his heart race.
It's not that I've never seen money before, it's that I've never seen so much money.
It seems there is indeed a big difference between theory and practice. I, who used to treat money like dirt, couldn't keep my composure and was severely scorned by Banan. But then I thought that this dirt was really pleasing. If there were enough fertilizer, my brothers and I wouldn't have to suffer so much in the local area.
"Don't panic, we still have one last chip. Let's play one last round." As soon as Lin Yao finished speaking, he felt a sudden jolt in his right shoulder. Wen Qian's grip on his arm tightened abruptly, her nails almost digging into his flesh through his clothes.
"Excuse me, Mr. Zheng, I'm going to touch up my makeup." Wen Qian realized she had lost her composure and quickly made her way away, secretly cursing herself for being so blind as to mistake a porcelain rooster for an iron one. She thought she could get some rust off and gain some benefit, but she never expected that this country bumpkin really didn't intend to give her a single penny of tip.
"I'm so ripped off!" Wen Qian thought to herself as she ran toward the bathroom, secretly resenting Lin Yao.
The high heels rebelled with her rapid pace, almost causing Wenqian to twist her ankle. Fortunately, she managed to fall into the arms of a plump woman in her forties, only to be shoved hard and cursed as a bitch, thus avoiding an even more embarrassing fall.
Ge Yong, who had been expressionless the whole time, couldn't help but laugh. He had studied psychology during his special training, so how could he possibly hide Wen Qian's little schemes from him?