The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

Liu Rong was born in 1925. He was nicknamed "Fatty Rong" because of his obesity. His ancestral home is Guangdong. His father offended the local gangs in his early years, and the whole family fled to Hong Kong for refuge. Fatty Rong was brave and aggressive since he was a child. When he was young, he was slashed in the face in a fight. With his scary appearance, he made a name for himself in the Hong Kong and Kowloon underworld.

Now he is in charge of a casino under his gang He Shenghe. He does nothing every day, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. However, today, Fatty Rong is a little unhappy. His eyelids keep twitching, and he always feels that something bad is going to happen.

"Mr. He, it's broad daylight now, with so many people coming and going, it's not good to cause a big disturbance. How about we wait until after dark?" Old Xu looked at the two-story brick and wood building with a gambling sign hanging in front of him. Although He Ping'an said he wanted to gamble, Old Xu didn't take it seriously, thinking that He Ping'an was just planning to rob the gambling den.

"What are you thinking about? Quality, pay attention to quality! We are all civilized people, it's not good to fight and kill all day long." He Ping'an tilted his head and looked at Lao Xu beside him, feeling a little depressed. He had clearly told Lao Xu that he wanted to win money from the casino. Why did Lao Xu think it was robbery? Could it be that in the eyes of outsiders, he was really a killer.

"Ahem! Mr. He, you're not really planning to gamble, are you?" Old Xu knew he had misunderstood and hurriedly tried to make amends.

"Of course! Today I'll show you how I, He Xiangdong, became a multi-millionaire with just one hundred dollars!" He Ping'an shook the redwood fish in his hand, ignored Lao Xu, and strode into the gambling den.

Because it was afternoon, there were not many people in the gambling den. Moreover, the scale of the gambling den was not large, and usually people from the lower class came to gamble. Now that He Ping'an came in in a suit and tie, he naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.

He Pingan didn't care about this at all. He walked into this small gambling den, wandered around casually, and finally stopped at a place where he was betting on the size of the bet.

Betting on the size is a very simple way to play. The dealer is responsible for shaking the dice, which contains three dice. 4-10 points are small, and 11-17 points are big. If three points are shaken out, that is, three identical numbers, it is a leopard. The dealer will kill it regardless of size, unless you bet on the leopard, congratulations on doubling your bet. Of course, if you are confident, you can also bet on the points.

The dealer saw He Pingan standing in front of his table and looked at a fat man with a scar on his face and a fat body on the second floor. It was Fatty Rong. Fatty Rong looked at He Pingan, who was dressed in a suit and followed by his entourage, and his irritable mood was swept away.

I thought something bad was going to happen, but it turned out to be a fat sheep. Fatty Rong was in a good mood, rarely smiled, and nodded to the dealer who signaled to him. But with his fat face and deep scars, he looked even more disgusting and terrifying.

After receiving the instruction, the dealer picked up the dice cup and shook it continuously with his fingers flying. As for He Pingan, his face was solemn and he stared at the dice cup seriously. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't know how to listen to the dice, he just pretends to do it. In addition to betting on the size, he doesn't even understand the rules of other gambling methods.

The reason why He Pingan dared to brazenly claim that he could win a fortune worth tens of millions was because he could use his mind to retract and release objects at a short distance. This was also the reason why he chose dice. After all, other gambling tools, no matter how good they were, would not win money.

After the dealer shook the dice in a fancy way, the dice cup settled.

"Place your bets, place your bets..." The dealer began to call out the orders. The few gamblers around hesitated for a long time, and then began to place their bets one after another. They either bet on big or small, and almost no one bet on the points!

He Pingan didn't hesitate and confidently put the redwood fish in his hand into a small position. Are you kidding? I put it there myself, how could I make a mistake? If I made a mistake, it would be the gambling den cheating. Thinking about the big talk he just said to Lao Xu, He Pingan swore that if the gambling den dared to cheat, he would let the gambling den know the consequences of cheating on him.

"Buy it and leave..."

After the dealer opened the dice cup, naturally there were winners and losers. As expected, He Ping'an won.

The game continued with a few bad gamblers complaining and cursing. After more than an hour, the redwood fish in He Ping'an's hand turned into ten big gold bulls. This was the result of He Pingan deliberately betting the wrong number several times in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of the gambling den.

"Buy now!" As the dealer's voice fell, He Pingan once again bet ten big gold bulls. Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars, a lot of money in this small gambling house. The dealer's hand on the cup paused slightly, and his eyes looked up at the second floor again. After getting permission, he felt at ease and acted according to the old routine.

"Eight points, Xiao! Good luck sir! You have won nearly 20,000 in such a short time!" The dealer sang praises to He Ping'an, but of course he did not stop his work. While everyone was looking at He Ping'an, he quickly changed the dice.

Although the dealer's movements were stealthy and swift, they could not be hidden from He Pingan, whose physical attributes had reached their peak. Noticing the dealer's small movements, He Pingan felt annoyed:

I finally made up my mind to make money in an honest way. How dare you cheat me! He Pingan, who was cursing, completely forgot that he himself was not a serious person.

"It's placed! The more you place your bets, the more you win; the less you place your bets, the less you win! Please place your bets, sir!" The dealer looked at He Ping'an and said enthusiastically.

"Well said! If you want to gamble, you have to bet big!" He Ping'an looked at the smiling dealer and sneered in his heart: You are looking for death, so you can't blame me!

According to He Ping'an's original idea, there were more than a thousand gambling dens in Hong Kong. If he worked harder and ran more, his capital would be enough, and the noise would be less. Unexpectedly, he encountered a cheater in the first one, which made He Ping'an realize that the gambling dens now were not the Macau of the future, and his idea was just a pipe dream.

"Bang!" He Pingan directly put all his money on the three dots. This move surprised the dealer. He had originally thought that He Pingan would lose money little by little, and then lose more and win less, so that He Pingan would step into his trap step by step. Unexpectedly, the fat sheep in front of him would do something ruthless!

The bewildered dealer once again looked to the second floor, asking for instructions. Not only the dealer, but also He Ping'an's tricks made Fei Lao Rong, who had been paying attention to him, feel depressed. He was not worried about losing money, but the main thing was that he won all the money in one go, and what if the fat sheep got angry and didn't want to play anymore.

After thinking for a long time, when someone on the first floor called for the opening of the cup, Fatty Rong finally gave a hint. It was too obvious to send someone to disrupt the situation now, and even a fool could see that someone was setting a trap. Fatty Rong clenched his fist, hoping that the fat sheep would not just walk away.

"Place your bets and leave them. Open! Three and a leopard... cough cough cough!" The dealer got the hint and opened the dice normally. He was sure to win, so he didn't pay any attention to the dice. He just read out the results as usual, and only reacted when he called out the leopard. He was so shocked that he choked on his own saliva and coughed.