In the VIP slot machine hall of Dawang Casino, everyone was looking at Zhang Bin as if he were a fool, including Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue. They were all certain he was going to lose. After all, hitting the jackpot with the eight-headed serpent pattern, the one with the highest odds, was as impossible as the sun rising from the west.
The slot machines were equipped with special software, and the casino had configured them to prevent such high-payout odds from ever appearing. Therefore, betting on the eight-headed serpent was tantamount to just handing all your chips over to the casino.
Noda Sayuri naturally knew this secret and was aware Zhang Bin couldn’t possibly win. Although she was his employee, she didn’t dare to remind him. Doing so would offend the casino, and how could she expect her life to be easy after that? So, she simply pulled the lever, and the machine’s red and green lights began to flash frantically. Without even waiting for the result, she stood up, ready to leave.
She even felt too embarrassed to ask Zhang Bin for her fee. After all, in less than ten minutes, she had lost a million USD for him. The portion she personally lost was only two hundred thousand, but perhaps it was because he saw no hope of winning with her that Zhang Bin had made such a desperate, all-in bet, intending to find his fun elsewhere.
"Master, let’s go. Take her back to the hotel," Ma Rufei urged, telling Zhang Bin to stop Noda Sayuri before she left. A stunning beauty like her had cost him a million USD, and she had even caused Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue to lose a million USD each. How could they just let her walk away?
Zhang Bin grabbed Noda Sayuri’s arm. "The result isn’t out yet, why are you leaving?" he asked, astonished. "Besides, I still have to pay you. I have plenty of money. A re million USD is nothing to , just a drop in the bucket."
What a naive fool, but he’s got so much money. everyone, including Noda Sayuri, thought to themselves.
A few patrons even got predatory looks on their faces; they were clearly targeting Zhang Bin. Having stumbled upon such a rich fool, they had to figure out a way to fleece him for a few tens of millions.
Since Zhang Bin was speaking Japanese, Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue couldn’t understand a word. All they could do was stand there with happy, foolish grins. They assud Zhang Bin was about to take the beauty back to the hotel for a "good ti" with all of them. Our only concern is whether she can handle us, they thought. After all, we’re absolute cannons. We’ve trained in martial arts; we won’t be done for hours.
Seeing Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue lose a million USD so quickly and observing the idiotic smiles plastered on their faces, the other patrons and casino staff wrote them off as fools, just like Zhang Bin.
They’re three rich idiots, a trio of stooges, the onlookers thought. Today’s our lucky day. We have to figure out how to bleed them dry.
Soone was already eager to make a move. A Caucasian man in a black suit strode over, clapped Zhang Bin amiably on the shoulder, and said in Chinese, "Hey, brother. How about a ga of mahjong?"
"Play mahjong? I love it!" Zhang Bin’s face lit up with surprise.
"HAHAHA! Then we’ve t a kindred spirit!" the man said excitedly. "Let’s go, let’s go. The four of us would make a perfect table."
"Let’s wait for the slot machine’s result," Zhang Bin said.
For so reason, the result was taking an unusually long ti to co out; only the red and green lights continued to flash.
Don’t wait, you’re not going to win, the Caucasian man chuckled to himself. Out loud, he simply waited with Zhang Bin, a gleeful, foolish smile on his own face. He could already see it: himself, dominating the table, winning until Zhang Bin and his friends were penniless, with mountains of chips piled high in front of him.
The other patrons looked on with envy and jealousy. Damn, that white guy beat us to it. They’re going to play mahjong? they thought, their eyes darting about as they sched for a way to get a piece of the action.
In a private room, two imposing n from the Island Nation watched Zhang Bin on the security monitors. "Our casino needs to send a top player to join in," one said. "We can’t waste such a golden opportunity."
Happy, foolish smiles spread across their faces. These three idiots had already lost three million USD to the casino right after arriving—a hefty sum.
Now, should we win another hundred million off them? A billion? Or maybe even ten billion? What a difficult choice...
Finally, the lights on the slot machine stopped flashing. Then, it emitted an earth-shattering sound. This was the special sound of a grand prize, a calculated chi to remind other guests that it was indeed possible to win big money here.
"My God, did it hit? How much could that be?"
"No way, how could it have hit?"
"Heavens, did that idiot just get shit-faced lucky?"
Shock and disbelief washed over everyone’s faces.
They rushed over like madn, eyes wide and staring. It had really hit. The eight-headed serpent icon flashed with a continuous red light. The score had leaped from 80 to 8,000.
The highest payout was indeed a hundred-to-one. Previously, Noda Sayuri had lost so of their initial capital, leaving them with 80 points to bet. Now, those 80 points had beco 8,000. At ten thousand dollars per point, eight thousand points ant eighty million USD. Converted to Chinese RMB, that was over five hundred million.
It was an absolutely massive sum, a terrifyingly huge amount of money.
Dawang Casino had been operating for over twenty years and had never lost such an astronomical sum in a single payout. The casino staff turned deathly pale, sweat pouring down their faces like waterfalls. In the monitoring room, the joyful, foolish smiles on the faces of the two senior managers instantly froze. Their eyes bulged to their absolute limit, shining with utter terror.
"WAHAHAHA! Master, your luck is insane! You hit it dead on! Eighty million USD!" Ma Rufei yelled, jumping into the air and waving his arms, his face flushed red with excitent.
"Brother Bin, you’re rich! Filthy rich!" Chen Chaoyue was ecstatic, almost beside himself with joy. "Tonight, you can take as many beauties as you want back with you!"
"I won? And I won this much?" Zhang Bin put on a silly smile. "WAHAHAHA, my luck really is great!"
Of course, it was all an act. Who in the world is ever that lucky?
He had cheated. He’d used Tutu to seize control of the slot machine’s software and force the jackpot. This had been his plan all along, which was why he had deliberately avoided touching the machine himself, letting the beautiful Noda Sayuri operate it. This way, no one would suspect him of cheating, and he could collect his massive winnings.
Damn it... Is it really true? Does fortune really favor the foolish? all the guests scread internally, consud by envy and jealousy.
Noda Sayuri stared at Zhang Bin with a strange look in her eyes and involuntarily leaned closer into his embrace.
At this mont, I just want to cling tightly to this lucky fool, never let him go, and beco his woman! she thought, a sudden, powerful impulse washing over her.
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