The fat man took Zhu Zhiyuan and the others to wash the sauna. When the bill was settled, the orders handed over were 1,200,000 yuan. Zhu Zhiyuan was even more exaggerated, more than 3,000 yuan. The fat man rolled his eyes at him: You are so stupid and you even found a foreign girl!

I went to have another meal. The fat man spent 20,000 yuan a night and his heart was trembling.

I couldn't sleep at night, and a group of people returned to the VIP room where the fat man was calculating. I saw Lao Bai sitting there from a distance. Several people were afraid that Lao Bai would be embarrassed to see it, but I didn't expect Lao Bai to pay attention to them at all. Lao Bai was still lucky, and the chips on the table were already more than 600,000.

"Yellow-haired, how much has this old white won? He keeps stopping." The fat man asked quietly.

"When he reached 500,000, he stopped when he reached 550,000. When he reached 550,000, he said he won 600,000. Now I won't say anything anymore, otherwise he thought I was afraid that he would win money. Now he was rushing for 650,000, and he would arrive soon. I guess it would be unlikely to lose tonight." Huangmao also whispered.

...

"Brother Wen! Lao Bai has won 650,000. It seems that he will win 1 million like this! He will win wherever he calls!" The fat man said enviously on the phone.

"Still stop? Are you too greedy?" Zhang Wen was also shocked.

"That guy is so strong now. How can he fight? How can he stop!"

"Oh! I got it, I'll hang up first. I'm busy now!" Zhang Wen hung up the phone.

"What is this guy busy with in the middle of the night?" The fat man was a little surprised.

Zhang Wen is not envious of Lao Bai's luck at all. This round of Serie A Zhang Wen has shown 4 games, one after another. Now he is in high spirits. He just practiced with Chang Xiaorong and was proud of his official Zhang.

Chang Xiaorong raised three fingers: "There are 3 more times!"

"Damn! Who is afraid of whom? Wait until I bet on the 5 Bundesliga games." Zhang Wen is not much worse than Lao Bai now, and his fighting spirit is high.

"Hehe! If you win another 4 or 5 games, you will make a lot of money!" Chang Xiaorong smiled a little gloating.

"Of course, you may have to win another 5 games tonight, and you may have exceeded 5,000." Zhang Wen said excitedly, then thought of another question... and murmured: "Then this physical work will double! No, I have never played so accurately, and I have had two consecutive rounds."

...

Besides, Lao Bai's hands were still hot and everyone followed him to bet. Although he only bets for 20,000 or 30,000, the people next to him didn't care about it, and they all asked him to make cards. Who would bet different if he could win money? At this time, a short fat man came over, who was more than a circle thicker than a fat man in gold. A gold chain on his neck was thicker than his fingers, and a coding man followed him next to him. He was just a woman, dressed in an extremely sexy manner. The fat man touched the woman from time to time. The fat man sat opposite Lao Bai. Regardless of whether Lao Bai was strong or not, he would bet on the banker for 300,000 yuan, and Lao Bai also bet on the banker, but it was not the turn to make cards. As expected, he still won. Although Lao Bai won, he felt very unhappy.

Another handful of cards, the fat man bet on the idle, Lao Bai bet on the banker, and finally Lao Bai can get a card, and it turns out that Lao Bai won.

The fat man frowned and remanded his escort. Lao Bai remanded his escort to the village and won again!

The fat man pushed up all the remaining 200,000 yuan and bet his idle. Lao Bai remanded the house. It was still Lao Bai who won!

The fat man was a little unhappy and slapped the butt of the typing woman hard, and said in a muffled voice: "Go and get me some chips!"

Good guy! That's two million.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but this fat guy always bet against Lao Bai. But he still lost more than he won, so Lao Bai couldn’t help but feel proud. The chips on the table were already 720,000.

At this time, the fat man used a more insidious trick: when he bet the dealer, he would bet 300,000 yuan, and then bet 50,000 yuan on his idle. After the cards were handed over, Lao Bai wanted to make a card: "Why don't you show me the cards?"

The dealer pointed to the 50,000 chips on his idle, indicating that there was more than you bet. The rules of the casino were the one who bets more, who had the right to draw cards. The fat man also bet 50,000 on his own backdoor, which means that he would not give you a card. These two cards were opened directly by the dealer. The fat man opposite looked at Lao Bai like an idiot. Huangmao also quickly explained to Lao Bai.

As a result, Lao Bai really lost this game, and then the fat guy kept using this style of play. Lao Bai bet 50,000, and he would be worth 100,000, which was more rich than you. Lao Bai was so angry that his face turned pale and he lost 150,000 in a blink of an eye.

After losing three more games in a row, the fat guy had already won back the ones that had lost in front, and Lao Bai had only 470,000 left.

At this time, the fat man stopped betting and gave Lao Bai a card. Lao Bai couldn't wait to bet the card...

The fat man and Zhu Zhiyuan and his gang did not leave. The scene was thrilling! But they all had a premonition, and Lao Bai was afraid that it would be a bad thing. The people next to him did not dare to bet with him.

What's even more amazing is that the fat guy won for less than tens of thousands of yuan, and he stopped playing, so he hugged the calculating girl and left. This is the old player, he is very strict and he stops when he sees it is better.

Lao Bai was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

...

"Brother Wen! Lao Bai started to lose. There were only more than 400,000 left." The fat man called again.

"Lost? I'll lose, it's so happy!" Zhang Wen said intermittently.

"You don't have a fever, are you talking nonsense?" The fat man was confused. This was not like Zhang Wen.

"Don't have a fever! I'm really looking forward to losing two games. Brother, you don't know. It's uncomfortable when you're hungry, and it's even more uncomfortable if you eat too much. The most terrible thing is to keep eating..."

"What's wrong with it? Who told you to eat so much in the middle of the night?" The fat man hung up the phone angrily.

Zhang Wen leaned lazily against the bed, watching the live scores on the computer, 5 games in the Bundesliga, 4 games won, and one game won half of it, and was rounded by Chang Xiaorong to be considered as 5 games, 4+5=9! He only completed 3 times when he was exhausted.

"There are 6 more times." Chang Xiaorong made a gesture with satisfaction: "Uncle, work hard! By the way, La Liga is about to start next, and we will continue to go 5 games."

"Sister Xiaorong, let's cancel this reward and punishment activity. No matter how you calculate it, I will suffer a loss - if you lose, the money will be gone, and if you win, the life will be gone. Otherwise, I will compensate you for cash, 500 at a time, and 6 times will be 3,000. It's just as good as you earn extra money once, how about it?" Zhang Wen felt that today was too evil, the winning rate was too high, and it was too terrifying.

"Hmph! I don't collect cash, I only collect spot. Don't think of cheating! Hurry up, La Liga is about to start." Chang Xiaorong refused.

"Didn't you always oppose my betting on football? I have a deep understanding that you are right..."

"I changed my mind. I feel that betting on football is much safer than lending, and I hired a long-term worker without spending money." Chang Xiaorong said happily.

"Long-term worker? It's a good way to do something. You're going to be a serf! Then, the boss! Just play two less games! Just play three games. I don't like anything else." Zhang Wen felt that the serf turned over and was still a serf.

"Okay! Just 3 games. Add 4 strings to 1." Chang Xiaorong said generously after thinking about it.

"Hey! This is almost the same!...what?...4 strings 1?" Zhang Wen was shocked and said in horror: "If you want to win, you will not be able to send four consecutive shots. I will immediately become a mummy. I'm going to die? No!" Zhang Wen was furious.

This is a rhythm of dying! This girl is so terrifying and so vicious...

Chang Xiaorong giggled and rolled from the middle of the bed to the edge of the bed. After a long time of holding back her smile, she said, "Didn't you say that it's difficult to win 4 strings of 1? That can be reduced by 4 times in one go. Your burden will be much lighter."

Zhang Wen was also thinking, it wouldn't be so coincidental, even 4 strings of 1 can be released, that would be too evil tonight! What's even more evil is when will you bet on a ball and look forward to losing!

...

Lao Bai was carried out by the casino security guard. When Lao Bai pushed all the last 70,000 yuan up, even the fat man was trembling when he watched.

At eight o'clock, Lao Bai was sweating profusely and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the dealer on the opposite side picked out an a and an 8.

"Nine o'clock, Zhuang win." The dealer's voice was still calm.

"Oh!" Lao Bai made a very strange sound. Then he fell on the table...

...

At the same time, a miserable sound was also made in the room of a hotel chain---

"Oh my God! Who invented this 4 strings of 1? I lacked the great master..."

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Chapter completed!