"Do you still like to lose when playing cards?"
The middle-aged man looked at Jason in surprise, and then his eyes fell on the camouflage dragon on the table.
To be precise, he was observing the dealer's hands.
If the evaluation of a woman's hand was 100 points, then the hand that was holding a pervert on the table could definitely be judged as 99 points. The remaining point was because of the color that was shaken by it, causing countless families to be ruined and separated from their wives. In the moral and serious moral gentleman, it was the hand of ten thousand evils, the hand of the devil.
The lines on the back of the hand were soft, and each finger was evenly distributed as if they had been carved by God. It was colorless, but it could penetrate people's heart and soul.
"One, two, three."
As the five white fingers lifted off the kasaya, the number of the three colors appeared in everyone's eyes.
"You have lost eight million..."
The bald fat man stood behind Jason and saw the eight blue chips were taken by the middle-aged man and other guests. He suddenly swallowed and said.
Unexpectedly, there was no expression on Jason's face.
At the same time, the waiter rushed over from behind again and respectfully held a tray with 15,000 chips on it in front of Jason.
On the tray made of red silk, 15 pieces of red chips representing 15 million cash were particularly eye-catching.
Jason reached out and put the chips together and held them in his hands.
Then he looked at the table in deep thought and was about to continue placing the bet.
"F*ck, you're crazy!"
Seeing that Jason was going to press down again, the bald fat man hugged Jason's arm and said excitedly, "Fu*k, are you stupid? Don't you see your strategy at this time? Are you still playing? If you continue to lose like this, you won't lose even if you have ten billion yuan!"
"Really?" Jason looked at him curiously. "You're here just for fun. If you want to win or lose, it's better to spend money to go to the manor, and the chances of winning may be higher."
"Five million. It's too small."
Jason took out five red chips and put them on the table.
"I'm not as small as you."
This time, the middle-aged man also took out five red chips and suppressed the odds with Jason.
Jason looked at him in surprise, and saw the middle-aged man said with a smile, "You said that since you came out to play, you don't care about winning or losing."
"Then, then I'll make a big deal out of it!"
The bald and fat man gritted his teeth and took out another 500,000 yuan to put them in front of each other.
He firmly believed that his two-way way of thinking would work in reverse. This was the experience he had concluded after he lost a total of two hundred million yuan here.
When the others saw the situation, they did not follow his pace as before, but put their chips in the small positions like the middle-aged man did.
"Let's get out of here."
The beautiful dealer said clearly.
"Three or four, it's already thirteen o'clock!"
Whoosh!
The audience burst into an uproar!
Among the dozens of people present, only the bald fat man won!
It was a one- to- one fight against a hundred!
With five million dollars, he had won a total of fifteen million dollars!
Thirty times the chance of winning was also extremely difficult to see in the New Garbine City.
He won even more than those who played cards!
At the moment when the bald fat man saw the joke, he jumped up directly from where he was. He held Jason's hand and pointed at the word "color" and said, "See! See! I said that my two sides of mind must work! Thirty times! Thirty times! A lot of money!"
After the excitement, the bald fat man completely ignored the eyes of the people present. He jumped directly to the table and scratched the dense chip on it with his hand. He looked like a madman.
"This is more like a gambler coming here."
The middle-aged man looked at the bald fat man and said calmly, then turned to Jason and said, "You don't look like it."
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