bustling city

Experienced people can tell the novice from the veteran in the casino, and for them, this ability to distinguish is a must-have skill for making a living.

I found that when Zhou Jin talked about the man he saw that night, the face full of overnourished oily flowers and the man who was sweating because of nervousness, he swept away the peaceful and restrained image just now, and his face Showed a mocking look.

At this moment, there is a different kind of aggressive light in his eyes, which is something I rarely see in people's eyes, I can't say if it is precious, but it is definitely rare : Just with this look, Zhou Jin is no longer the young man who makes coffee, stands in front of the bookcase, or even stays in the store with the door closed, listening to rock music loudly. It was successfully pulled into the imagination of the young and famous casino king, the legendary figure who spends a lot of money and is all-powerful.

Zhou Jin stopped his narration, looked at me with an almost tolerant smile, and said, "You are the kind of novice who can be recognized at a glance."

I nodded hurriedly, and frankly said that the twenty or so dollars was the only money I had spent at the gaming table when I grew up.

He put on an expression of deep understanding, and said, but a novice like me who tried to experience the taste of gambling out of pure curiosity was not what they "hunted" at that time - there is a kind of novice who naturally embraces winning money. Those who go to the gambling table with a mentality not only want to win, but also win big with small things. The more they win, the better. That night, the middle-aged man with a fat head belongs to this category.

In the eyes of this son of Satan, he is simply a perfect lamb to be slaughtered.

Zhou Jin squeezed into the crowd of onlookers and chose a place with a good view, and watched him place bets for five rounds in a row, and the bets were all in tens of thousands.

The man played Baccarat*. Although he played generously, he was not very courageous. The five hands were always cautiously moving between the banker and the player. He never bet on a pair or a tie with a higher odds. , By the time the cards were played in the fifth game, except for the small win in the second round, he had almost lost all his money.

The chips piled up on the table ready to place bets have already been shortened by a large amount visible to the naked eye.

His wasted money seems to have bought incomparable happiness for the crowd watching. When Yan Jun accidentally noticed this side, there was already a wave of excitement and tension around the poker table. A charming atmosphere.

Every time the cards were shown, there was a burst of exclamation. In this atmosphere, the other twelve bettors gradually became overwhelmed, and the bets on the table became bigger and bigger, and began to multiply.

Everyone's eyes began to shine with the eager light of eagerness to try, as soon as a gambler couldn't bear to escape from the poker table, someone would immediately top him, and among the people who came and went, that fat man was still the most generous player .

The croupier*'s gaze has been lingering on him several times, and his hands are gradually getting dirty, but this man has no time to look at him. He stares fixedly at the cards waiting to be revealed on the card table, Wishing to see through this layer of opaque paper, he repeatedly rubbed his fat fingers holding the chips at the edge. While paying attention to the game, Zhou Jin observed every slight emotional change of the man, secretly holding the best position in his heart. heat.

Yan Jun scanned the crowd, and suddenly caught a expressionless, slightly immature face in the almost carnival crowd.

When all the gamblers and spectators present were more or less infected by the atmosphere on the poker table, sparks burst out in their eyes, he saw Zhou Jin calmly staring at the croupier's hand like a complete outsider, She didn't let go of every movement of her shuffling and dealing the cards, and then at the moment when the cards were drawn, which everyone was looking forward to, he decisively averted his eyes and turned to observe the fat man sitting in seat 15. The following cheers, The discussions and the changes in the flow of people at the gaming table seemed to have nothing to do with him at all. Between one game and the next, he just lowered his eyes and meditated on something else.

Soon, Yan Jun deduced that the purpose of this strange young man in the uniform of a casino waiter standing here was definitely not simply to join in the fun.

A bodyguard came up next to him and asked him respectfully what he needed, but Yan Jun blocked him and motioned them to wait.

Wait a little longer, the young man's secret will be known soon - Yan Jun has such an intuitive belief.

After waiting for another round, the man's blushing face showed a suppressed expression that was about to cry. He desperately took all the remaining chips, and like a desperado, he made an allin* resolution .

Zhou Jin immediately understood that the time had come. He deftly passed through layers of spectators, and slid like a loach to the side of the position deliberately left blank for superstitious reasons, "just in time" next to the fat man.

After the dealer has dealt the first card, he raises his hand to indicate to the gamblers that they can start placing bets.

Just when the man looked at his cards and was about to push the chips into the "banker" all at once, Zhou Jin reached out and pressed his shoulder.

The man had been in a state of intense concentration before, and when he touched him like this, he almost jumped up from the chair in shock, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock.

Zhou Jin stared at the man's eyes full of enthusiasm and impatience, and carefully replayed the scene in the shuffler just now in his heart. The scene that was fleeting in the eyes of others, with his eyes, looked like It was a slow motion with several times deceleration. He recalled the order in which each card fell into the card slot, and then recalled the croupier's tricks in the previous few hands. (Pair) betting area, signaling the fat man to place a bet.

The fat man looked at this stranger who suddenly came out to dictate his bet with a heavy alert look. On the one hand, he was faced with the cruel reality that he was about to lose everything, and on the other hand, he was reminded of the high odds of 1:11 by this immature kid. Temptation, the man seemed indecisive, but after the other gamblers finished placing their bets, the audience gradually fell silent, countless pairs of eyes stared at the two of them, and most of them were guessing where this little waiter came from.

"Hurry up, you don't want to miss this game, do you?" Zhou Jin lowered his voice to the man with a half-smile.

His voice just finished changing his voice has a hoarse psychedelic color, which seems to have a natural attractive effect. The fat man is still hesitating in his heart, but he instinctively has a sense of trust in this unknown person. He Holding a chip even tighter, we are doing the final battle of trapped beasts.

Zhou Jin saw through his mind and glanced at the hourglass next to the card table.

There is still half a minute before the end of betting, and I am sure to convince the sheep.

He didn't care about the peeping eyes around him, and pointed to the side of "Bank" (zhuang) and "Play" (leisure), almost seductively, leaned forward and whispered something to the man.

At this time, Yan Jun had already walked around to the other side calmly, and Zhou Jin's every move could be clearly seen here. He quickly recognized his lips and saw that what he said was: "One to one, Even if you win this game, can you guarantee that you will win every game in the future until you get your money back?" Yan Jun had some appreciation for this young man in his heart: he is used to playing psychological warfare, and he understands that now For the unlucky ones who have reached the end of the road, earning a lot of money is far less attractive than getting back the principal.

The young man's face is full of determination, and his psychological quality is excellent. From his appearance, he knows that he is not being deceived.

But... Yan Jun glanced at the croupier and recognized her as a thousand magician specially trained by "those people" for Baccarat, nicknamed "Priest", and she was quite skilled.

The young man thought that through the previous rounds of observation, he had already understood the woman's tricks, so he chose the "pair" that seemed to be the most dangerous, but was actually the most difficult to make a move, and it happened to be a "pair" that had a high probability of being able to make it in this round. ", but what he didn't calculate was that this woman's talent level definitely exceeded his prediction.

If it was him—Yan Jun thought—he would at least bet on a 1:8 draw to test the depth.

It seems that if this young man wants to avoid being beaten up by the fat man, he may need some good luck, Yan Jun analyzed in his heart.

He watched the situation on the poker table intently.

Sure enough, the corner of the fat man's mouth twitched nervously, and finally let out a breath of determination, and pushed all the last few tens of thousands of chips left on the table into the "Pair" area.

A flash of astonishment flashed across the face of the priestess, but she quickly suppressed her expression, raised her hand without any flaws, and announced: "The bet is over!" The fat man was the only one who placed a pair.

Immediately afterwards, the dealer began to deal the second card.

Yan Jun looked at her hands and found that she was a little hesitant when "doing things". It was obvious that she lacked confidence in this round. When both sides had placed three cards, Yan Jun found that she was slightly looking forward to it. stand up.

Soon some players began to call for the third and fourth cards.

The fat man's face had turned from red to pale, and he was obviously so nervous that he didn't even dare to look at the second card in his hand.

And that boy... Yan Jun frowned in disbelief, observing the boy's appearance intently.

——His behavior is still completely peaceful and calm, standing beside the fat man with his hands down like an emotionless machine, there is not even a trace of flaw in his expression.

It was as if the cards to be opened on the table had nothing to do with his fate, and the chips marked with numbers were just ordinary ceramic chips.

Yanjun seldom meets someone who has received brutal professional training and has stronger concentration than himself.

After all, although a part of human emotions is controlled by reason and desire, and can be transformed in the day after tomorrow; but it is also impossible to avoid the other part of desire that is divorced from reason, or even from human nature—that is a human physiological instinct.

With superb talent but lack of city mansion, Yan Jun looked at the handsome face like a boy's mask and judged secretly.

The priestess first turned over the first cards on both sides of the banker and player, one was 9 and the other was 4.

The table was even quieter than before, with all eyes on the next two cards.

Both Yan Jun and Zhou Jin saw that the priestess' palms were sweating under the light.

On the next card, the dealer's card is turned over first: it is a Q.

People discussed for a while, and then the conversation completely disappeared in the crowd, and the audience became silent, as if an invisible vacuum barrier had been formed between it and the surrounding hustle and bustle.

The atmosphere quickly froze to the extreme, people looked expectant and anxious, and even the air seemed to be thinner.

Yan Jun subconsciously glanced at Zhou Jin again, and found that he was still calm and indifferent, with a wild hostility between his brows, which was not successfully concealed by this formal attire.

The priestess paused for a moment, and reached out to the second card of "Idle".

An onlooker lady couldn't bear this spiritual challenge, and let out a thin and sharp inhalation sound.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be lifted into their throats by this unexpected sound.

The card was turned over, and it was another 4.

An astonishing noise erupted all around: a mix of howls, exclamations, clapping, and adrenaline-fuelled discussions.

The priestess turned over the last card on both sides with a blank expression, although no one paid much attention to it.

The fat man jumped up and hugged Zhou Jin with ecstasy on his face. The latter broke free and took half a step back. The man didn't mind, and stuffed a large handful of brown chips* into Zhou Jin's hand, and had no time to pay attention. The young man's face remained calm. Zhou Jin found those who made wild beast-like noises ridiculous.

He stood aside calmly, waiting.

His purpose has not been fully achieved.

Immediately afterwards, he saw stern eyes in the frantic crowd.

For a moment, he felt his heart constrict, as if being pricked by a needle.

— those were the eyes of a higher predator that seemed to see right through him.

Note: Baccarat: Baccarat, a gambling card game dealer: responsible for dealing cards, killing (recovering customers’ lost chips) compensation (compensation) Allin: all-in, put all the principal into brown chips at once: generally Chips with a larger denomination, the currency value is equivalent to 1 yuan