The second update,
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If he'd only won one or two rounds, it'd be nothing to fuss about, but winning six in a row, now that's seriously defying the heavens...
In the beginning, so people thought that Qin Fang's luck had run out, and that he would definitely lose this ti, so they deliberately bet against him, only to end up tragically losing. Anyone who went against him lost miserably.
After several consecutive rounds, not only did Qin Fang's luck not decline, but it grew even stronger, and more and more people followed his bets. By the ti the seventh round had not yet begun, almost all the dice players were standing on Qin Fang's side.
"Young man, what are you betting on this round?"
"Brother, have a cigarette, have a cigarette, take good care of , will you..."
Such phrases kept ringing in Qin Fang's ears, and he had anticipated such reactions from the gamblers.
If it were his own personality, he might just smile indifferently, or even advise them, because after all, the casino wouldn't let him keep winning like this.
But now, Qin Fang was soone else, a man known on Ninghai Road as Eighth Elder, who was always incredibly cocky.
And when Eighth Elder encountered such a situation, he generally...
"I said my luck's been good these days, and damn right it's good... Co on, hurry up, I'm planning to score a streak of thirteen wins again..."
Qin Fang spoke loudly and carelessly, Eighth Elder's passion for gambling was notorious, and what he loved to boast about most in his life was his remarkable history of hitting thirteen consecutive dice wins... Almost everyone who frequented Ninghai Road knew about it!
Qin Fang was naturally aware of this. Chen Da and the others had carefully reviewed the plan of action with Qin Fang before the operation. It included so information about Eighth Elder, ntioning these points, which Qin Fang was now using to his advantage.
Only the croupier was being tornted by Qin Fang, and now he seed to be out of strength even to shake the dice, his face turning incredibly pale.
Croupiers like him, who were hired and trained, had so skills, but compared to real cheats, they still fell far short.
Because this underground casino wasn't a formal establishnt, the equipnt was relatively rudintary. For example, tables with lower bet limits didn't generate much profit. If they were to spend a lot of money to modify such tables, there was no telling how long it would take to recoup the costs, so relatively speaking, these tables were a fairer ga...
The money earned from the tables wasn't much, and croupiers' incos were usually derived from a commission of the table's earnings, such as half or one percent of the table's profit of three hundred thousand for the day.
Of course, every table had a loss limit. If the losses were too great, the croupier would obviously be in trouble, like now, with Qin Fang alone winning over six hundred thousand, and so gamblers who followed his lead winning hundreds of thousands as well. This resulted in a direct loss of over a million. Considering the profits made earlier, the casino was still down by a substantial amount... No wonder the croupier was so pale.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and roll the dice, I'm waiting to keep winning..."
Qin Fang could only sympathize with the croupier's plight, but since he worked for such a casino, defrauding the hard-earned money of these poor rural folks, it was just his bad luck.
"Mr. Luo, please don't make things difficult for our croupier. The outside tables all have betting limits, with a three hundred thousand cap... Actually, you already exceeded the limit in the last round... If you wish to play bigger, I suggest you go to the VIP room inside,"
The casino floor manager who had approached Qin Fang previously now appeared, flanked by several burly guards, and spoke to Qin Fang very politely.
The casino was not short of tough enforcers; their presence was a strong deterrent, enough to keep most people from getting too cocky here, or else they wouldn't mind having a very close encounter with a fist.
If a guest caused trouble, these enforcers could be put to good use. Although Qin Fang wasn't exactly causing trouble now, there was no doubt his actions were seriously disrupting the other gamblers.
If Qin Fang continued to disrupt the scene, the casino might have to use more forceful, potentially violent asures.
"A betting limit, huh... Dammit, just three hundred thousand and there's a cap... That's no fun at all..."
Qin Fang imdiately began to mutter and complain, clearly very dissatisfied.
"Mr. Luo, if you find that too small, we can go to the VIP room inside. The stakes there are considerably higher, and so rooms even have no limits..."
The floor manager still had a gentle smile on his face, sounding extrely respectful and humble, making anyone who listened feel at ease.
"Alright, let's go inside..."
Qin Fang certainly understood the principle of stopping while ahead. He suspected that the VIP room inside had already arranged specific asures targeting him, Qin Fang.
"Little brother, don't leave..."
"Yeah, it's just a small win, steady wins the race..."
The other gamblers by the side were imdiately displeased; with Qin Fang stationed there, whatever he bet on, he won, allowing them to win money too. That feeling was just too exhilarating.
But as soon as Qin Fang left, they were back to square one, playing as they always did...
"Thanks for the support, folks. I'm off to win big inside... Tsk tsk, with my luck this good, I'm sure to win a lot today..."
Before he departed, Qin Fang did not forget to give a fist salute to the surrounding gamblers, a gesture filled with grandeur.
Those addicted to gambling are like that, especially when their luck is off the charts—they feel as if they could easily win even at the World Gambling King competition.
Monitoring room.
Although the facilities of this underground casino were relatively simple, the commotion Qin Fang caused was a bit too much. After all, losing over a million through such small-stakes gambling was frankly bewildering. The first response from the casino side was to suspect a cheater.
The one thing underground casinos fear the most is cheaters. They make a substantial amount of money, but compared to those larger casinos, it's not worth ntioning. With all the expenses of paying off various parties, their profits are rather limited, especially when opening a casino in such a remote place.
"Any findings?"
Several people arrived in the monitoring room and imdiately inquired with the surveillance staff. There was also a gambling expert there to facilitate the identification of the cheater.
"No cheating, it really seems to be luck..."
However, the gambling expert had carefully reviewed Qin Fang's gaming footage over and over and ca to the conclusion that there was no cheating involved.
This was quite a normal outco. Throughout, Qin Fang had only reached out to place his bets, and at other tis, he sat still with his arms crossed and didn't budge.
Experts in dice gas understand that to discern the number of points the dice inside will yield, it mainly relies on listening. Therefore, when a cheater makes a move, there are always so unusual movents in their ears, like unnatural tremors or twitches.
But Qin Fang had none of it. He didn't even deliberately stop the dice, and with the noisy crowd, even experts would find it hard to hear the dice clearly.
Qin Fang's bets also seed quite random, pushing his money forward like that, many tis with monts of hesitation. But in the end, he made his choice and won with uncanny luck...
"If there's nothing, that's good... Send two people out there..."
The casino's backstage boss nodded; having the guts to run an underground casino, he was a gambling expert himself, with real skills that far surpassed the expert stationed there. However, before coming over, he had watched the videos and had also found no signs of Qin Fang cheating.
If it was just luck, then in the latter stages, eting a cheater would inevitably lead to a tragic end.
While arrangents were being made on this side, Qin Fang had already been led by the floor manager into the VIP hall at the back.
Called the VIP hall, it was actually just a partitioned large hall at the back of the factory. It was divided into many private rooms, and of course, the service was notably different. Those who entered here were tycoons with considerable wealth. The waitresses, all young won, wore incredibly sexy and revealing clothes, flitting between portly n.
So wealthy patrons, upon winning money, imdiately stuffed banknotes into the deep cleavages of these won, and of course, their hands frequently grabbed at the won's breasts, buttocks, and even the 'peach garden' with vigor. anwhile, the won giggled coquettishly, seeming to enjoy it.
From the environnt here, it already had more of a casino feel, at least much better than the betting hall outside...
"Mr. Luo, what would you like to bet on? Dice again? Or sothing else? You decide first, so I can make arrangents for you..."
The floor manager spoke with a cheerful tone. To a gambling expert, so may be strong in a particular ga, but generally, they are very skilled in each type of play.
"Poker... I like playing that..."
Just like the outside, the ga types in the VIP hall were similar. In this kind of rural area, only those more familiar gas are available.
Everything available outside was also here, and what wasn't available outside was here too. Qin Fang even saw two tables of people playing mahjong... Of course, the stakes for these mahjong gas were definitely huge, vastly different from the gas villagers usually played—perhaps a hundred or a thousand tis higher...
At least Qin Fang had casually thrown out a few Scouting Skills and noticed quite a few local tycoons whom he had long heard of but never actually t. So were rumored to be worth tens or even hundreds of millions... (To be continued. If you enjoy this piece, feel welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation votes or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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