The VIP room is really different from the so-called ghetto. As soon as I entered the door, I felt an inexplicable sense of depression. After Tang Shao entered the door, a faint and dull sound of closing the door seemed to be pressed the mute button, and the world was instantly quiet. Tang Shao's heart became inexplicably irritable with the silence of the world. This is a scene he thought about before he entered the door, and he also thought of several versions of his appearance before entering the door.

The first thing he thought of was Liu Xiaoqing's version, and when he entered the door, he raised his face and didn't say a word, just like the feeling of seeing others unproductive. But Tang Shao thinks that he doesn't have Liu Xiaoqing's cold temperament, and if he doesn't speak when he enters the door, it is estimated that people will be treated as waiters waiting for the card game.

In the second version, he thought of Ouyang Dong, the old man who always had a loving face. Laugh at everyone, and it certainly won't turn out badly. But this plan was also denied by himself, I remember that when I fell in love in college, he used to practice his so-called "charming mysterious smile" in the mirror, but the comment given by his roommate was "It's like two devils meeting devils".

The third plan, Tang Rou, is also laughing, and just laughing, it is best to make everyone else laugh creepy......

But just as the door was closed, Tang Shao's brain was also pressed the pause button, and the so-called many plans were completely emptied, and then Tang Shao's completely instinctive reaction followed. If you have to find a version, it's probably Stephen Chow's version of the gambling saint, cheap.

There was a fairly large card table in the room, and several people were sitting around the card table, and when they saw Tang Shao coming in, the game stopped temporarily. There was a row of sofas against the wall on the opposite side of the door, and several people were holding red wine or cigars, which should have been talking before Tang Shao came in.

After a moment of silence, a young man dressed in typical Middle Eastern clothing said something in their language, and then burst into laughter with two beautiful women beside him.

Fortunately, Tang rarely has Tang Rou's portable translator.

"This is the gambling god of the ghetto! It's really a pauper's smell. Tang Rou translated.

Tang Shao felt a little surprised, it was only a few minutes since he walked into this door from the gambling area outside, but his name as the God of Gambling had already arrived one step ahead of him. However, he touched the jade on his chest, and his heart was finally a lot more stable. Tang Shao stretched his neck slightly, snorted exaggeratedly and said, "The room is not big and the door is closed, there is a smell of money." ”

As soon as Tang Shao said this, there was a moment of silence in the room, obviously a little surprised that Tang Shao could understand the words of the Middle Easterners. Another bearded man at the table muttered to his female companion sitting next to him.

"It's Italian, and he said you're not a simple person." Tang Rou translated.

"It's still this old brother who can speak, and you're not simple." As he spoke, Tang Shao stretched out two thumbs and shook them in front of the beard.

There were only two sentences, and no one in the room dared to underestimate this ruffian young man anymore.

In the slightly surprised eyes of everyone, Tang Shao casually pulled a chair and sat down.

"Sir, your chips?" As soon as Tang Shao sat down, a girl who was originally standing in the corner walked to Tang Shao's side and stretched out a pair of hands with white gloves.

Tang Shao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood the rules here from the consciousness of everyone in the room. The rule of this room is that there are no chips, everyone takes out a credit card and hands it to the casino backstage, and the backstage will record the gambling process, and according to the results of the gambling game, the losing money will be crossed out from the loser's card directly after the gambling game, and the winning money will be deposited into the winner's card. The advantage of this is that it can avoid unnecessary troubles in some areas where gambling is illegal.

"Secretary Wang." Tang Shaotou raised his right hand without replying, his eyes squeezed, hoping that Master Wang would pay attention to his meaning of "lend me your 50 million card".

Wang Qingming hesitated slightly, then took out a card from his arms and put it in Tang Shao's hand.

"Take it." When Tang Shao handed the card to the girl, he squeezed his eyes at the delicate beauty, the beauty thought he was frivolous, only Tang Shao knew that it was just his eyes cramping.

The beautiful woman naturally went out with a beautiful smile.

The game finally began, Tang Shao was able to smoothly transition from the entry mode to the God of Gamblers mode, after the experience in the slums, Tang Shao was more familiar with the God of Gamblers mode, and his heart was more calm.

There were six people at the poker table, the young Arab seemed to be really rich, he raised his hand and people could see his full hand of rings, and when he spoke, people could see his mouth full of gold teeth, Tang Shao estimated that even if he farted, he could hear the metallic sound. I guess it's the prince of some country.

Compared to the Arabs, Italy

The beard is much more low-key. Except for Tang Shao muttering a sentence when he entered the door, the entire game didn't seem to have anything to do with the game.

And the most high-profile person in the whole game is not an Arab or Tang Shao, but a white man with a messy beard. He spoke American English, and from Tang Rou, Tang Shao knew that the man's English was an American Western accent, and his style was also very much like an old cowboy. He is a little sloppy and doesn't talk much, although he always smiles, but naturally has a compelling momentum.

The rest of the table was a lot more ordinary. However, there were two people outside the table who seemed to be very interested in Tang Shao.

One is a young man, dark-skinned but robust, like a Southeast Asian. From the moment Tang Shao entered this room, he looked at Tang Shao from time to time, and when he met Tang Shao's eyes, he didn't dodge, but naturally grinned at Tang Shao.

The other is a woman, about thirty years old, and at first glance Tang Shao seems to be a little familiar. She was unaccompanied, just sitting alone in the corner of the sofa playing with her phone. Although Tang Shao never caught a woman's gaze, he could always feel that woman's attention. However, Tang Shao could feel that there was no malice in that attention. It's just that inexplicable pressure that makes Tang Shao very uncomfortable.

The gambling game is played with Texas Hold'em, which is common in the movie, and Tang Shao knows some about it, and the part that he doesn't understand can only be temporarily popularized from everyone in the room.

Tang Shao, the god of gambling, can neither change cards nor steal cards, and has no X-ray ability. He can only wait for his opponent to read the information from the opponent's brain after he has seen the cards. With the experience outside, Tang Shao will occasionally deliberately lose, but Tang Shao, who is a little picky in his temperament, is only willing to lose small cards. So for Tang Shao, the game is quite normal.

But normal is only for Tang Shao. He basically maintains the principle of playing cards that can be won when he can win, and he does not bluff when he can't win, and he does not respond to other people's provocations.

Tang Shao's behavior is undoubtedly a disappointment for high-end games with the main purpose of pursuing excitement. Especially when those guys who drew a good hand of cards put on a desperate posture, Tang Shao threw away the cards: "Don't follow." When those people didn't have good cards in their hands but wanted to bluff, Tang Shao bit like a bulldog. The most annoying thing is that when the cards in your hand are obviously very good, but as long as you fight with Tang Shao to the end, you must lose. There is an unspoken rule in the game, as long as Tang Shao does not fold, he will not die. Of course, there are exceptions among these people, this person is the Arab prince, not that he has the ability to win money from Tang Shao, but that he firmly believes that he has endless money.

By the end of the game, most of the table had left the table in a huff, but the Arabian prince seemed to have just picked up his interest. The other guy left at the table was an old American cowboy who had already lost millions, and he had won tens of thousands. The old cowboy seems to have occupied a good position from the beginning to watch the lively melon-eating crowd. He doesn't play cards at the table but to watch the excitement, and he is happy to take the initiative to stir up the excitement in order to see the excitement.

"This Chinese brother is indeed worthy of the title of God of Gambling, but I still admire you when it comes to courage. Naturally, fun is more important than stimulation. I'm old, and if I'm a few years younger, I'm going to have to win all your panties. The old cowboy accosted the Arabian prince in a fluent language.

The Arabian prince seemed to be very impressed by the old cowboy's words, and laughed triumphantly. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and he stared at Tang Shao with a fierce gaze and said in Chinese, which was not fluent: "One card per person, compare the size, and the winner takes all the money." Do you dare? ”

"Hehe, no problem." As soon as Tang Shao's words came out, Wang Qingming's body shook. He knew that Tang Shao's way of winning money was peculiar, but if he was going to lose, not only would the hundreds of millions that Tang Shao had just won be gone, but his own 50 million would also be put in.

"This one is at least 500 million, I guess you won't even earn 5 million in your life. I'll give you a chance to repent. The Arabian prince seemed to have given Tang Shao a chance very much, but his eyes, which were almost out of his sockets, were clearly full of war intent.

"Hehe, it's not necessary. I've never seen five million in my life, even a million. But today I really want to see what a billion looks like. Tang Shao replied slowly, his eyes full of provocation.

"Deal." The Arabian prince was excited, his voice already shaking, and it seemed that the game had finally reached its climax.

The dealer should have seen some of the world, his face was calm as usual, and he turned his head to look at Tang Shao, Tang Shao nodded lightly in agreement. Then a card is attached

The table floated under Tang Shao's palm.

Tang Shao turned over the card in his hand and turned out to be a 5 of hearts, Tang Shao only glanced at the sweat on his head and oozing out, and the arrogance just now was immediately gone. Wang Qingming saw Tang Shao's reaction and knew that something was wrong, so he quickly stretched his neck and took a look. This glance made Wang Qingming's face immediately change color.

Looking up again, Tang Shao found that not only Wang Qingming was in this room, but even the spectators sitting next to him had stopped, stretching their necks and looking at the card table one by one, only the woman in the corner was still looking down at her phone.

"Hehe, a poor ghost is a poor ghost, even if Allah gives him money, he can't keep it." The Arab prince could probably estimate the situation when he saw Tang Shao's reaction. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to turn over the cards in his hand, as if he was enjoying Tang Shao's expression.

"You're flipping! You're flipping! ......" Tang Shao's nerves tensed a little bit as time passed, and he kept repeating this sentence in his consciousness, until he blurted it out in the end.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink again, and when he looked up, Tang Rou was looking at him with a smile.

The Arabian prince was finally satisfied, and he pinched the face of the woman next to him, and then raised his palm very casually. But as soon as the palm of the hand left the table, it suddenly stopped in the air. Tang Shao thought that he was going to play a trick again, but when he saw the face of the Arab, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The face of an Arab is rare, and it is the only time he has seen it at such a close distance, but he knows that the nervous and somewhat distorted face on the other side must not be something that can be pretended to be. The Arab prince should not be in a very pleasant mood at this time.

After more than ten seconds, his nervous face began to tremble and turned pale, and a pair of wide eyes stared at the table for nowhere. He slowly clenched the hand holding the card, and suddenly threw the card in his hand into his mouth, chewed it fiercely a few times, and then swallowed it directly......

"You won this time, and the future will be long!" After the Arabs left a cruel word, they floated straight out of the room like a soulless zombie. The expressions of the people in the room remained almost identical: wide-eyed, chin drooping. Just as Tang Shao's gaze followed the Arabian prince from across the table to the door, he saw a smile in his afterglow that was different from everyone else. She didn't seem to pay attention to the card table all the time, and it was only when Tang Shao's gaze swept over her that she raised her head and gave Tang Shao a peaceful smile. Tang Shao hurriedly turned around and found the woman sitting in the corner still focusing on her mobile phone. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and Tang Shao looked at this woman who seemed to be familiar through the still crowd of people, and was also looked at by her.

The scene lasted only a few seconds, and the room erupted in sporadic applause, followed by enthusiastic applause. Several people applauded excitedly, and they actually stood up, and the woman disappeared from Tang Shao's sight.

"Boy, what kind of card is he holding?" Wang Laodao asked softly in Tang Shao's ear while wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

"It's a 3 of spades." Tang Shao's heart was also full of doubts, because at the moment when the Arabian prince's hand stopped in the air, Tang Shao read an image of a 3 of spades in his brain.

"He just thought he had seen the 3 of spades, but in fact he had an 8 of clubs." Tang Shao's voice sounded in Tang Shao's consciousness. Tang Shao finally came to his senses.

"You made it?" Tang Shao asked Tang Rou in his mind.

"No, someone else has done it." Tang Rou replied.

This answer surprised Tang Shao, and he quickly turned his gaze back to the woman on the sofa. She was still looking down and playing with her phone.

It's just that when Tang Shao's gaze was withdrawn, he saw the enthusiastic swarthy guy again. He smiled very brightly, and his smile made Tang Shao a little suspicious that he wanted to have a relationship with him.

"Holy! Which SD got him in? A middle-aged man who had lost all his money early and left the table drank a few more glasses in frustration, and at this time he vented with the strength of the wine.

Everyone turned their gaze away, and they looked at SD with a look.

However, the person who really invited Tang Shao was confused.

The man's name was Park Sun-woo, and he was the director of the casino in the VIP area. Dozens of minutes ago, he only felt dizzy for a while, and then walked out of the VIP area and went to the leisure area of the "Poor Man's Casino" where he could eat for nothing. Surrounded by a group of "folk gambling gods", Tang Shao was invited here. At that time, the gambling god seemed to be about to be beaten.

"But why?" This question is destined to accompany Park Sun-woo for the rest of his life.

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