The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Xiao Yuerong walked forward calmly and stood behind Han Xingye without saying a word.

Han Xingye sat on a comfortable chair with his legs crossed in a very lazy posture, with his head propped on his right hand, and his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was about to fall asleep in that posture.

It formed an extremely sharp contrast with the red-eyed gamblers around.

Han Xingye's game is to listen to the dice to bet on the size, the rules are simple and rough, it seems that there is no technical content at all.

But the real experts can see the way.

When Xiao Yuerong was studying abroad, she went to the casino to count cards from time to time, and learned a lot. I heard from some professional gamblers that their abilities in all aspects of playing professional games can be quantified.

To become a professional player, one has to test four aspects of ability, namely hand speed, eye speed, hearing, and memory, all of which are accurately identified by professional instruments.

Listening to the size of the dice is the most typical spelling.

Laymen can't feel the difference when they hear the sound of dice colliding, but professional gamblers can probably hear it.

Xiao Yuerong once saw a person known as Shunfeng Er who killed all directions in the casino. That person looked like a master. When listening to the dice, the degree of concentration seemed like a sculpture.

On the other hand, Han Xingye, yawning and swiping his phone, doesn't look like a master at all.

Is it really just playing around and eating by luck?
Not only did Han Xingye not listen carefully to the dice, but he also placed bets casually. After the croupier put down the dice cup, without thinking about it, he casually put all his chips on the "small".

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket." Xiao Yuerong wanted to stop it, but saw that everyone around the gambling table put all their chips on "little".

Xiao Yuerong was stunned: Han Xingye messed around, and the others followed suit?
She asked someone at random, and the answer she got shocked her.

"This handsome guy came with only one chip, played seven hands in a row, and every time he was stud, he completed seven consecutive kills.

Fools don't follow the opportunity to make a fortune. How many chips you have in your hand, quickly suppress all of them. "

Did I hear you right? His mountain of chips was actually won with just one chip.

Xiao Yuerong suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.

After everyone decided to leave, the croupier wiped the sweat from his brow, and said dryly: "There is still a chance to choose again, are you sure you don't want to change it?

If it is a big one, it will be lost. "

The response was one of laughter.

"Looking at how nervous you are, you're almost constipated, labor and management should change your fart."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and drive."

"That's right, I admit it when I get out."

The croupier's persuasion was ineffective, and he secretly pressed a button hidden under the table while no one was paying attention.

"This is your own choice, don't blame me if you lose, I will open it."

A group of people gathered around the table, watched the croupier open the dice cup, and shouted rhythmically in unison: "Small, small, small."

At this moment, Han Xingye patted the table and said to the enthusiastic gamblers, "Everyone, don't get excited and keep order."

The lid of the dice cup was lifted, and there were three dice, 1,2,1, [-], [-], and small.

Han Xingye laughed and said, "121, it's pretty neat, stand at attention, take a break and walk in unison."

The croupier's face turned pale: What's the matter, I obviously pressed the button, why didn't it work?
But this kind of cheating, he can't talk about it, he can only admit it.

The gamblers cheered and began to reap the fruits of victory.

Han Xingye completed eight consecutive kills and doubled his chips again.

At this time, a very fat middle-aged man came over. Seeing him, the croupier stepped aside consciously, and called out respectfully, "Brother Zhu."

This man called Brother Zhu is a master who spends money in the casino.

These gambling masters are specially designed to deal with problems.

Most of the projects in the casino are essentially gamblers hurting each other. The casino is only responsible for pumping money, and there is not much risk.

However, in some projects, the casino is responsible for being the banker. In extreme cases, the casino loses its own money.

When encountering powerful professional gamblers, or people who come from other casinos to smash the game, if there is no master, the casino may lose badly, or even win everything.

Because there is a rule in the casino, as long as the guests do not stop, the casino cannot be closed.

The size of the bet Han Xingye played was originally that the players bet on each other to win or lose, and the casino relied on the actuarial calculation of the odds to just rake in the middle.

But now all the players followed Han Xingye to bet, and every bet was a hit.

Now the output is the casino's own money.

And Han Xingye's posture, no matter how much he wins the stud, even the rich and powerful casinos will almost be unable to hold on.

"Your luck has come to an end. Now I'm here to play one-on-one with you and teach you how to be a human being." Brother Zhu sat opposite Han Xingye, with a strong aura.

"Brother Pig, isn't it, your name is not very auspicious." Han Xingye said with a smile, "Why do you have to play one-on-one? Don't let other gamblers play together, is it because you look down on them?"

"If they want to play, they can also sit down, I don't care." Zhu Ge said very disdainfully.

But the red-eyed gamblers were discouraged.

How could they have never seen Brother Zhu's methods after spending a long time in the casino.

There used to be a gambler who had good skills, was very lucky, and won a lot of money, but he didn't know the principle of accepting what he saw, and when Brother Zhu came out, he gave him a solid beating.

That scene really made those who heard it sad, and those who heard it shed tears, shaking the heavens and crying ghosts and gods.

With such a lesson learned from the past, who would dare to sit down and play with Brother Zhu?

As a result, only Han Xingye and Brother Zhu's battle in the imperial city was left on the gaming table, and everyone else was playing soy sauce to watch the excitement, shouting 666.

Brother Zhu ordered the croupier to bring two new sets of dice cups and twelve new dice.

"You can check first to see if there is any problem with the gambling equipment. If you feel uneasy, you can change it at will."

Han Xingye didn't even look at it: "I'm not picky about equipment, so let's make do with it."

"We don't waste time, how about deciding whether to win or lose?" Brother Zhu said confidently, "We roll the dice cup at the same time, and after the game is settled, we guess the size of the dice in the opponent's dice cup, whoever guesses correctly wins. "

The more dice there are, the more complex the sound will be, and the more listening will be tested.

There are six dice in a dice cup, which more than doubles the difficulty of the previous three dice.

Han Xingye picked up the dice cup and shook it, then put it on the table: "I'm done."