American Drama System Reborn America

Chapter 75 If you have dates or not, hit her three times first (recommended tickets please!)
The other shore city.

At Sister Ling's blackjack table.

Owen takes his seat.

"Sir, let's play again."

Sister Ling thought of the fleeting thought she had while chatting with Wen Jiajia last night, and greeted Owen uncharacteristically.

"Yes."

Owen nodded with a smile.

"I believe that my husband will still be lucky tonight."

Sister Ling said meaningfully.

"Hehe, let me borrow your good words."

Owen smiled calmly.

Casino monitoring room.

"Cole, the card counting gang is here again, do you want to go over and warn them?"

"No need! They are just guys with high eyesight and low skills, and their skills are not good at all. Do you think that a Chinese is Kaiwen Ma? Just watch, they will lose everything later!"

"Okay, let's wait and see, their bargaining chips have become bigger, if the guy before us takes advantage of our inattention and suddenly comes to us, we will lose all our business.

You know, now that mo-capture system has driven us into a corner, most of the clients choose the machine instead of us. "

"Don't worry, we have places that machines can't replace."

A strong black man seemed to be comforting his companions, but also seemed to be comforting himself.

In front of another table of blackjack.

Wen Jiajia, who was dressed in bright red, looked anxiously at Zheng Yi, who was sitting in the main seat. Seeing that the other party had changed from his unrestrained and unrestrained style last night, and his small movements kept showing his inner anxiety and helplessness, his heart was half cold.

"Zheng Yi."

Wen Jiajia saw that Zheng Yi suddenly raised the few chips in his hand, and quickly dissuaded him; "You are a math student, so you should know..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an irritable Zheng Yi and scolded: "Don't tell me about mathematics, what do you know about mathematics?"

As Wen Jiajia expected, she lost all her remaining chips in just two hands.

A few people walked out of the casino cleanly, and Zheng Yi blamed himself as he walked: "It was agreed before going on stage, you have to listen to me. At critical times, there can only be one voice. One person's winning rate is 50%. What about individuals? 25%!"

"Why didn't I listen to you? In the end, you were the one who was the next one. If you hadn't lost everything, you still wouldn't come out..."

The companions were dissatisfied and directly turned back.

They are just fresh graduates. They came to Las Vegas this time to play, thinking that with their mathematical talents, they could sweep the casino, but they didn't want to be full of ideals, but the reality was very skinny. They lost [-] US dollars in one go .

One hundred thousand dollars!
Even if they are graduates of prestigious universities, if they want to repay the $[-], it will never be possible within a few years. The key is whether the other party is willing to wait.

"These chips were borrowed by you, and it is said that they have nothing to do with us..."

Zheng Yi began to blame him in a secretive manner. Seeing Wen Jiajia's face turned pale, he stared at him with disbelief, and changed his voice, leaving a little room for improvement: "But don't worry, we will help you. And still... a part of it."

Wen Jiajia stared deeply at Zheng Yi for a while, turned around and left without saying a word, and Zheng Yi's companion said unabashedly from behind: "Why should we pay her back, what should we pay!"

Sister Ling's house.

"Losing a lot?"

Sister Ling looked at Wen Jiajia who walked in in a daze, and she knew it in her heart. She hated the iron and scolded: "I told you not to gamble, don't gamble, you won't listen! Those gangsters, who have no skills, are still dragging you Go into the water, be careful to go out and get hit by a car..."

Wen Jiajia fell on the bed and threw the quilt over her head. Not long after, there was a faint sob, which blocked Ling Jie's words and turned into a long sigh.

Naturally, Irving didn't care about these things. Last night, he moved to a dozen casinos again, changed the $2 into $5, and remitted the $30 to the bank card after paying a tax of up to 3.5%.

He didn't want to be like Ben Campbell and his group, stuffing bundles of cash into their clothes and smuggling back. Although it didn't cost so much money, the risk was really not small and it was unnecessary.

"Teacher Maijia, it's me. I'll go over to review the dance tonight. Do you want to inform Tiffany? I said no, will you agree? Hehe."

The phone teased Mary. After getting off the plane, Owen drove directly to Mary's villa. When he arrived, Tiffany was already waiting there in a tight dance suit.

"You can start first, don't wait for me."

Owen made a joke, handed a check for 5000 US dollars to Mary, and took out two gifts from the backpack and gave them to the two.

Before Mary lent him money without hesitation, he was a little moved. In addition, they have always taken good care of Owen. Among many female friends, Owen has the best impression of the two of them, so despite the distance Far away, but still maintain a relatively close contact...

"There's no need to pay it back so quickly."

Mary took the check, frowned, and said in surprise, "Owen, your money..."

"Owen, you won't become Donald Duck, will you?"

The straightforward Tiffany said it without concealing it.

5000 US dollars is not a small amount. In just one week, Owen actually paid it back. They know Owen's specialties, so how could they not want to be wrong.

"Am I that kind of person?"

Owen glanced at Tiffany with displeasure, squinted his eyes, and scanned the other party up and down. The cruel gaze with a hint of tyranny made Tiffany tremble.

But then, although Tiffany was trembling all over, he straightened up and became more provocative: "Aren't you?"

"You guys!"

Mary immediately understood that the two of them were starting to play, she shook her head speechlessly, but there was also a glimmer of expectation in her eyes, watching the two play opposite each other, thinking secretly, always ready to add drama to herself, they are both art lovers, She doesn't want to be just in the background...

A month later.

Irving flew back to Las Vegas in first class on Friday night.

The other shore city.

Sister Ling looked worriedly at Wen Jiajia in the distance, and an Asian man who had been following her, and said to herself, "Jiajia has suffered a terrible death, and I don't know if she can pass the test smoothly, hey!"

At this time, a familiar figure flashed in front of her eyes. Sister Ling quickly took a closer look, and after confirming that it was Owen, her heart moved, and she shouted to her colleagues: "Ah Zhen, help me get off work."

"Okay, Miss Ling."

In the spacious lobby on the first floor, there are hundreds of gaming tables at 21 o’clock alone. Owen did not choose Miss Ling’s table again, but sat down at a remote table and started playing. .

Caesars Palace Hotel.

First floor casino.

"Three sides, three sides, top, top!"

When Owen sat down and started to flip cards, accompanied by a smell of perfume, he heard a familiar and classic call. Owen raised his mouth and said in his heart: "The jujube tree delivered to the door, whether there are dates or not. Hit her three shots first..."

(End of this chapter)