Beauty has a lot of bad thoughts

Xue Dingbang nodded and smiled, and patted Chris Maeda's hand, signaling him not to be afraid.

Maeda Chris narrowed his eyes, lowered his eyelashes and said tremblingly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Gaiman. My name is Maeda Chris, and I am employed by the hotel's theater to perform a warm-up performance at the opening of the magic show."

Nelson looked Chris Maeda up and down.

A young, pretty Asian young man with eyes downcast, half-dry black hair swaying on his forehead.His delicate face was flushed red, his fresh red lips were slightly parted, and his chest heaved violently due to tension and fear.The shirt on his body is too thin, it is said to be a special dress for a performance show, but it is more like a see-through dress, as long as it gets a little wet, it can't cover anything.

Nelson turned back to the table, took the cigar back into his hand, took a puff, and asked, "So, please tell me, Maeda Kitty, what is your best magic show?"

In front of a big man like Nelson, Maeda Chris dare not lie.He shrank his neck and answered honestly, "Sir, it's escape magic."

"Escape magic?" Nelson exhaled smoke rings and gave him a deep look. "Very good, I'm looking forward to your magic."

Two strong men suddenly raised Maeda Chris's arms from behind.

Chris Maeda left his legs off the ground, screaming in fright, kicking his legs involuntarily.

Xue Dingbang was also taken aback. He couldn't figure out what Nelson was thinking, but he had an intuition that Chris Maeda might be in trouble, so he wanted to stop him.As soon as he thought about it, he was grabbed by several strong men rushing over from the side, and was firmly suppressed.

The man in black opened the window behind Nelson's desk, and the wind from the building quickly poured into the room, making it almost blinding.

Chris Maeda was pushed out, half of his body was hanging out of the window.He opened his eyes wide in fright, and his whole body went limp with fright, but he tensed his two thin white straight legs and hooked the bodyguard behind him, so frightened that he couldn't speak.The originally cute and delicate face suddenly became pale as paper.

Xue Dingbang couldn't move, so he could only persuade: "Mr. Gaiman, today's matter really has nothing to do with him. Please let him go?"

Nelson flicked his cigar, and the ash fell to the ground: "Of course I know that what happened today has nothing to do with him. It's just, Mr. Xue, you remind me of an interesting thing."

Xue Dingbang frowned, and Nelson meant something.The king of Las Vegas had investigated his affairs clearly one step earlier.It seems that today he came prepared.

"A few years ago at the World Series of Poker, Lucky William met an unknown dark horse. In the early elimination rounds, he was almost defeated by this dark horse." Nelson looked into Xue Dingbang's eyes, deeply Staring at him deeply, "But in the end, he regained the brilliance of the lucky crown and won the championship that year. It can also be said that it is a kind of luck that allows him to continue to win the crown all year round."

Xue Dingbang stared at him in silence, watching the elderly rich man pace slowly in the room with a calm expression.

"In a crucial promotion match—the one that decided the outcome—his young opponent clearly had a [-]-point chance of winning. But he suddenly folded his cards and surrendered." Nelson, who was caught in the memory, was full of embarrassment. It was a playful smile. He had accumulated a lot of cigar ash in his hand, "Since then, that black horse has been called 'Black Jack'."

"Many people thought that he would reappear in the second year of the competition, but he disappeared for several years after that, as if he had never appeared. Do you know what the hole card of that blackjack was at that time?" Nelson turned his head and asked, " My dear genius mathematician, Mr. Xue."

Xue Dingbang smiled indifferently and said, "It seems that you know better than me."

"His open card at the time was a King's blackjack, and his hole card was the Ace of Spades." Nelson said with a smile, and he showed the Ace of Spades in his hand again, "Just like your last card today. The cards are the same, respected Professor Xue, respected Mr. Black Jack."

The smile on Xue Dingbang's face did not loosen at all: "Mr. Gaiman, what I want to explain is..."

Nelson reached out and interrupted his defense: "Mr. Xue, please don't question the accuracy of my news! As an old man who can safely spend these boring years in Sin City, I certainly have my means."

Xue Dingbang pursed his lips into a straight line of vigilance.He was silent for a moment, no longer continued to defend, but looked into Nelson's eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

Nelson smiled: "Mr. Blackjack, your Ace of Spades is in my hands now. So it seems that the person who will have a date with Lady Luck today is me, an old man."

Xue Dingbang replied quickly: "You won, sir. What can I do for you?"

A satisfied smile appeared on Nelson's face: "Very well, I want you—young Black Jack."

The bursting flames outline the figure of the King of Las Vegas. His tall figure and majestic voice make him unquestionable as a king.

"You, can become the next lucky William."

Such requests cannot be overstated. If other professional players hear about it, they will definitely think that they are being hit by a big pie.

Schrödingbang is different from them.The last time he participated in the World Series of Poker, Xue Dingbang and Yin Ren had a very unpleasant fight.If he comes to Las Vegas this time, if he repeats the same mistakes, it can only show that he is a guy who never learns his lesson.

Xue Dingbang has always been cautious about everything about Yin Ren.

"Every time I open the window, I always throw something down." Nelson was not annoyed by Schrödingbang's silence.The elderly ruler walked to the window with graceful steps, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke ring, "Why don't you pray for this cute little cat?"

"I'm not a Christian." Xue Dingbang broke away from the strong man who was holding him, and straightened his wrinkled clothes. "I don't believe in 'luck' and 'God', things that cannot be falsified."

Nelson turned his head and looked at Xue Dingbang with interest: "Then what do you believe?"

"I believe in mathematics." A fascinated expression appeared on Schrödingbang's face, "Topology, algebraic geometry, analysis, algebra, number theory, differential equations, differential geometry, dynamical systems, probability statistics, mathematical logic..."

Chris Maeda, who was half hanging out of the window, was puzzled, and the bodyguards holding him relaxed.

Nelson turned his head, looked at him with interest, and asked, "So?"

"I won't pray for him, Mr. Gaiman." Xue Dingbang smiled slightly, staring at the ground with restrained eyes, "Please let this innocent young man go, I just met him for the first time this afternoon."

Nielsen held his cigar in his mouth and looked at Schrodingbang quietly.

"I met him doing magic tricks on the street in the afternoon. I went to watch for a while, and then we separated." Xue Dingbang raised his head, with a gentle smile on his face, "After the evening, we met by chance at the bar. As a tourist, I come to the hotel to have fun, and he comes to the hotel to work on the shows. After he's done working, he meets me playing poker. That's all."

"Three times by chance?" Nelson clapped his hands with a cigar in his slow way, "within one day?"

"Randomness is the gem of mathematics," Schrödinger replied, "and that was indeed a coincidence. You see, Mr. Gaiman, I have no intention of causing trouble. Thanks to the wrong love, a few years ago, Black Jack did not win against Lucky William. His good luck repulsed me. A few years from now, the results won't be different."

"Congratulations, dear Mr. Black Jack." Nelson held a cigar, moved closer to Schrödingbang's eyes, and gently stroked the hair on his ear temples with his fingertips, "You convinced me. You can bring the kitten you met by chance leave."

Sparks almost burst into Schrödingbang's eyes, but he didn't panic, just sighed and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Gaiman, I sincerely thank you for your kindness and generosity."

"But I won't change my habits for anyone." Nelson stood up with a smile on his face, and walked to Chris Maeda, "Every time I open this window, I always throw something in. Habits are the same Terrible stuff, we can't always change him, don't we?"

Nelson stretched out his hand holding the cigar out of the window, easily covering Chris Maeda's small head.His baby-like soft hair seemed to put the king of Las Vegas in a good mood, causing the superior to rub his hairy head several times.

Poor Maeda Chris was so frightened that his whole body was tense, and his neck shrank and trembled.He looked eagerly at Nelson's hand, which passed from the top of his head to the back of his head and rested on the back of his neck.

"Mr. Gaiman!" Xue Dingbang shouted at Nelson in desperation, "You said we can leave!"

"I also said - I'm going to throw something down." Nelson walked around Chris Maeda's slender and beautiful neck, and slowly leaned out.The cigarette ash fell in the soft hair of Maeda Chris, and the cigarette butt even drifted to his hair, giving off a burnt smell.

Nelson flicked his nails and dropped the still burning cigar. "Throw them out."

The bodyguard pulled back Chris Maeda who was half hanging outside the window, and escorted Xue Dingbang down the elevator together.Chris Maeda was weak all over, and his whole body was half leaning on Xue Dingbang's arm.His eyelashes and his body couldn't help trembling cutely, making it impossible not to feel pity for them.

Xue Dingbang put his arms around his shoulders and patted him a few times to express his comfort.

The elevator they took had just gotten off, and the glass mirror on Nelson's right hand was slowly opening.It turned out that there was a secret door there, and Chamberlain, the croupier who dealt Schrödingbang's cards, came out of it.

"How does it feel to meet the rumored Blackjack?" Nelson walked to the young croupier and gently put his arms around his shoulders. "What do you think of him?"

"Boss, I think..." Chamberlain's handsome white face was flushed, and dense beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead and the tip of his nose. He didn't even bother to touch it, so he just knocked the table and asked me to turn over the cards for him."

"Compared to Lucky William?" Nelson hooked Chamberlain's neck and led him to the desk. "Who do you think will be better if they meet again?"

"Boss...I," Chamberlain stammered and thought for a long time before answering carefully, "I don't know."

"But I want to know." Nelson patted Chamberlain on the shoulder, took the ace of spades handed over by the bodyguard, and stuffed it into Chamberlain's hands, "Son, I know you have encountered some difficulties in terms of money. Las Vegas Sri Lanka is heaven for the rich and hell for the poor. Come, my child, and tell me—do you want to go to heaven or hell?"

Chamberlain stared at the ace of spades in his hand for a long time, then looked down at Nelson: "Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"It's not what I want you to do, kid." Nelson let go of him, walked to the window and looked down, "It's you, what can you do."

"Let him participate in the World Series of Poker?" Chamberlain turned the playing cards in his hand and asked tentatively, "Arrange Blackjack and Lucky William to continue the game that was not completed a few years ago?"

"You are outstanding, and I appreciate you." Nelson raised his eyebrows and looked at the two men who were being pushed into the fountain pool by the bodyguards below. "Do something according to your idea and use it to please me! Good boy."

The author has something to say:

Do something to please your boss?

Chamberlain is thinking...

Chamberlain in action.

Chamberlain: Boss, I'll shine your shoes. (dogleg shoe shine)

Nelson: ...

Chamberlain: Boss, your coffee. (Doggie cup)

Nelson: ... (-_-#)

Chamberlain: Boss, smoke. (Doggie lights a cigarette)

Nelson: That's not what you're told to do! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻