Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1164 Drown those who can swim, beat those who argue to death.

Henri René couldn't help but laugh and placed 200,000 chips on the small table. His two companions also placed 200,000 chips on the small table without hesitation. When the gamblers saw this, they also placed their bets one after another. In no time, the chips on the table were piled up like a small mountain.

An Deng inwardly groaned. He could tell from Zuo Mingyue's count that he had shaken the table. Looking at the chips on the table, there were at least 800,000 or 900,000. He was going to lose big this time.

He glanced at Da Bao furtively, and seeing that Da Bao still acted as if nothing had happened, he couldn't help but admire him inwardly. "He's a boss after all," he thought, "so rich and generous, just giving that hundred thousand or so to his wife to play with."

The gamblers, seeing him stunned, shouted in unison.

"Drive! Drive faster!"

An Deng then realized what was happening, coughed, and raised his voice.

"Buy and leave."

All eyes were focused on the dice cup. Zuo Mingyue stretched out her delicate, fair hand and lifted the dice cup. This time, not only Henry René was dumbfounded, but all the gamblers, including Xiao Dao and He Xin, were also dumbfounded.

Three dice lay quietly in the dice cup, revealing three bright red dots – they were leopards!

An Deng was overjoyed, his voice became hoarse.

"Three ones, and you'll wipe out the leopard."

The entire room fell silent. No one believed that this delicate-looking girl was actually a master, able to roll three identical jacks.

Zuo Mingyue smiled. She didn't understand what it meant, but she understood what An Deng meant by "all-out kill," which meant that she had won against everyone.

The dealer and the dimming lights quickly collected the chips; the dealer's job now was to organize the chips.

Zuo Mingyue was getting a little hooked on the game. She covered the dice cup, picked it up, and started shaking it again.

Henri René shook his muddled head. He didn't think he had misheard. Zuo Mingyue had indeed rolled a 22, a small five, but why did it turn into three 1s when opened? He was completely baffled.

He couldn't understand how difficult it was for Da Bao to flip the dice with his mind. It was just a simple matter of lifting a finger, but who could have imagined it?

Zuo Mingyue shook the dice for a while longer this time, then placed the dice cup on the table.

Henri René almost cried as he listened to the sound of the dice in the dice cup. With your technique? Why bother rolling them any more? Anyone with a little ear can tell what it is. It's just three, five, six, fourteen points, right? He checked carefully, thought it was correct, and then placed all his chips on the big one.

His companion followed suit and pushed out all his chips. The gamblers next to him were green with envy and unhesitatingly placed all their chips on the big bet.

Is this a good idea? The chips for this one round alone amount to nearly two million eight hundred thousand.

Zuo Mingyue didn't understand either, she just looked at the colorful chips with curiosity. Da Bao, who was standing to the side, lazily used his mind to change the face of the dice in the dice cup, and then whispered to He Xin.

"Make a batch of dice cups immediately, with thick velvet on the bottom so that those who listen to the dice won't be able to tell the difference."

"The Dice Party?" He Xin was taken aback. When he saw Henri René's twitching ears, he nodded in realization and immediately turned around to have his secretary make it according to Da Bao's instructions.

The lights were dim here, and he had just felt a little more confident, but when he saw that there were nearly three million chips in this hand, his heart started pounding again. He could tell that it was three, five, six, fourteen points, big. If it turned out to be big, several foreigners had only won three and a half million in a week, but this one hand was almost as much as a week's worth.

"Buy and leave."

The dim light amplified his voice, which trembled slightly. He wasn't high enough to enter the VIP room, so he couldn't witness the stakes of tens or hundreds of millions in gambling. For the regular tables in the casino, this single hand was already an astronomical sum.

The gamblers held their breath, staring at the dice cup. The outcome depended on this one hand. If they won, although they wouldn't become rich and powerful, they could still live comfortably for the next few years. If they lost, they would have to sell their children when they got home. That's what gambling is all about—one foot in hell and the other in heaven.

Zuo Mingyue was quick and efficient. She opened the dice cup, and the gamblers took a closer look and couldn't help but scream in disappointment. Henri René's face turned ashen instantly.

An exclamation was heard from the dim light.

"Yes, it's three sixes! A triple kill!"

He and the two dealers excitedly started accumulating chips; these two hands were huge wins, almost recovering half of what they had lost this week.

Henri René squinted at Zuo Mingyue. No matter how he looked at her, he couldn't see the sign that Zuo Mingyue was a con artist. Zuo Mingyue, on the other hand, excitedly asked a bunch of random questions. However, she spoke fluent Beijing dialect, while the dealers spoke Cantonese, so when they spoke quickly, they couldn't understand each other.

Henri René and his two companions exchanged glances. They had won over 1.7 million in the past few days, and with their own 1 million in initial capital, they had over 2 million in their pockets. Should they take their profits and quit, or take another gamble?

This is a question that ordinary people might hesitate about, but for these professional gamblers, it's a matter of going all in. Gambling is about winning and losing, and even life and death.

Suddenly, a clapping sound came from outside the crowd. The gamblers parted to look back. Most of them were now penniless, having lost even their underwear. But they wouldn't leave, because they could borrow money from the casino to try and win back their losses.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a blue long robe, with a thin, fair face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a top hat, walked slowly over.

Henri René hurriedly stood up upon seeing him and called out, "Master!"

The man patted him on the shoulder and said.

"It's okay to gamble, even if you lose. Sit down and keep gambling!"

"Yes!"

Hope rekindled in Henri René's eyes. He and his companions sat down again, closed their eyes, and prepared to listen to the number rolled by Zuo Mingyue.

The dim light reminded Zuo Mingyue, and she suddenly realized what was happening and began shaking the dice cup. The clattering sound was particularly clear in the quiet gambling hall.

Zuo Mingyue had had enough of playing, so she put the dice cup on the gambling table. Henry René opened his eyes, glanced back at his master, and the two mouthed the same thing at the same time: "4, 5, 6, 5, big."

The driver nodded, and Henry René took out two checks from his pocket and handed them to the dealer. The dealer took them and was shocked. One check was for 1.7 million and the other for 1.2 million, which was 2.9 million.

He gestured to Henri René, as if to suggest exchanging chips?

Henri René shook his head and said in broken Chinese.

"All of them go down... big!"