light, short, scattered

Chapter 74 "The Apocalypse of Gambling" Part [-]

The straight is all that's left.

Don't, don't.

I clicked the last two pairs of three and pressed play.

I glanced at the text at the bottom.

No.1.

I put down my phone and looked at the teacher teaching on the stand.

It was a middle-aged aunt who was talking about equivalent substitutions of trigonometric functions on the stage.

The fat man in the same dormitory behind me patted my shoulder and said, "Where is Landlord?"

I smiled: "Yeah, I haven't lost yet today."

"Oh? You're so lucky? Why don't you fight when you go back?" said the fat man.

"Why should we go back if we can't fight here?" I asked.

"I mean go back and fight for the truth." The fat man said with a lewd smile.

I nodded my head, thinking that I had won the day today.

I am still very confident in my poker skills.

"Don't say I didn't say yes, it's the money maker." The fat man said with a smile.

"Is it money to fight?" I asked doubtfully.

I have never gambled money in all my life.

"The base of one dollar is the same as your game of Landlords." The fat man said calmly.

I looked at my phone and thought for a moment.

I've spent several six bucks playing Doudizhu, and it doesn't seem to matter if I bet just once.

After school, go back to the dormitory.

The fat man smiled and pulled me to the next door.

There was a foul smell in the room.

It must be some classmate who doesn't like washing feet.

In the innermost room, a thin classmate was lying down, shaking his exposed feet, looking particularly bored.

"A couple of them?" the fat man said with a smile.

The male classmate in the corner suddenly became energetic, stood up, looked at me and Fatty and said, "Golden Flower or Niu Niu?"

"My classmate only knows how to fight landlords, not yours." Fatty said.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Don't you know how to learn? It's very easy. Fighting Landlords is so boring." The thin man looked at me.

There was something wrong with me, it was a very unkind look.

"Okay, it's hard to find someone to play with you. What else are you worried about playing? Let's fight the landlord first." The fat man said again.

The thin man frowned slightly and nodded his head: "It's easy to be familiar with once, so I'll play with you."

The thin man said as he pulled out a deck of playing cards from under the bed.

The card is very old, and the corners have been worn and split.

I looked at the cards and said, "How about I go out and buy a new pair."

"No, this card has made me sleep with you. I can't bear it," said the thin man.

"Ignore him and come quickly. It's a waste of money to buy cards. If you have cards, you don't need to buy them." The fat man said with a smile.

The thin man shuffled and opened a card to see the order of the cards.

Start splitting cards.

The thin man's hand was very fast, and within a few strokes, he split into three pieces, leaving three pieces behind.

Before taking the cards, the fat man shouted: "Robbing the landlord."

"I'll grab it." I said subconsciously.

"Then I'll give it to you." The thin man smiled.

I picked up the cards.

From three to six, only seven is missing, so it can't go out smoothly.

The cards I drew ranged from big to small, but there was no seven.

"The landlord is playing his cards," the thin man said with a smile.

"Wait, what's the rush?" I said.

"Why can't the cards come out straight?" the fat man said with a smile.

"Okay, to three." I said helplessly.

In the first round, I called the landlord twice and got a king blow.

eight dollars.

The thin man took out a pen and paper and wrote them down carefully.

In the second hand, the thin man robbed the landlord.

But I found that this time there was no seven.

Although the cards are not bad, three pairs can always finish the game.

But when I hit the last few pictures.

The teammate, the fat man, actually slipped a leaflet to the thin man.

Locked me in.

The skinny guy finished the fight all the way and was completely clean.

I glanced at the fat man helplessly.

"Did you beat me?" I looked at the fat man and said.

The fat man smiled naively: "Hey, I thought you couldn't fight out. So I did it alone..."

I shook my head.

"What are you thinking about? Are you still having fun?" the thin man said with a smile.

I was in a trance, thinking that there must be something fishy in this.

"Play." I picked up the cards, and it was another bad hand.

It’s not like I didn’t win in the dozens of games that followed, but I won less and lost more.

And most of the games you lose are due to cards in your hand being stuck.

I hold a hand of cards but there is no seven. I can't get out the small cards and I can only watch the fat man or the thin man play the cards.The thin guy wins the most.

The fat man actually lost too.

And I lost completely.

My position on the final paper read four hundred and three.

The thin man smiled and said, "Rounding up, I'll give you four hundred."

Depressed, I took out four copies of Mao Zedong from my pocket.

The thin man glanced at the fat man and said, "Just pay fifty."

The fat man smiled and said, "I didn't bring any money, so I owe it to you tomorrow."

"Okay, come back next time." The thin man said with a smile.

I left the room depressed.

"Is there something wrong with the cards?" I said to the fat man.

The fat man shook his head and said, "Didn't you say you won the day?"

"Did I beat me with bad cards? And you beat me several times and you didn't show up? It made me unable to play my cards at all." I said depressedly.

"Didn't I think you could finish it?" Fatty said with a naive smile.

. . .

400 yuan.

My living expenses for more than half a month.

Just when I was worrying about this money.

The next day, the fat man came again.

"Want to play? Are you going to read the book today?" the fat man said.

I shook my head.

The more I think about it, the more something is wrong.

The fat man leaned close to my ear and whispered in my ear: "Brother Liang, let me tell you the truth, your money was cheated by that skinny monkey last time."

After hearing this, I frowned slightly and said, "How do you say that?"

"I just found out yesterday that the thin man has developed a skill. He can shuffle the cards against four sevens, ensuring that you can't get one. Then he pinches four sevens every time. It's not a matter of blowing up the cards. , shuffle it back when shuffling the cards, and then slowly hold it down and distribute it to yourself." The fat man whispered in my ear.

"You know you still let me play with him?" I said angrily.

The fat man slightly raised his head and said, "Didn't I just find out about this today?"

"What? What do you want to do today?" I looked at the fat man and said.

"How about we work together to trick him?" The fat man smiled and said to my ear.

"Wait a minute," I said.

The fat man looked at me in panic.

"I asked, are you sharing the spoils unevenly? So you want to trick him?" I said.

The fat man frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and shook his head.

I patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "I hate cheating the most, but I hate cheating even more."

The fat man shook his head and was stunned, then began to nod desperately and said: "I have thought about it, don't let him shuffle the cards. I will help you secretly, and there will be no problem in defeating him."

"No, doesn't he like to shuffle the cards? Let him shuffle enough. You just need to call the landlord for me to double the cards." I said with a smile.

"Brother Liang, you?" the fat man said doubtfully.

"You do whatever you want, just do it." I said.

It's still that dirty room.

It's still that familiar position.

The thin man shuffled the cards in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother, you are very generous and know how to take care of my business. I know that your poker skills are pretty good, but you are a little unlucky."

"I not only take care of your business, I also take care of your tools." I said with a smile and took out a brand new deck of cards.

The thin man was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, "It's okay, continue."

The thin man opened the cards and shuffled them.

I won all four games, and Fatty shouted hard to double every time.

At the beginning of the fifth game, there was no seven.

I know, he washed it again.

I finished the game with a smile.

I lost, but I wasn't angry at all.

The thin man sneered as he shuffled the cards and said, "The tide has turned."

Watching him finish shuffling, I pushed the cards aside.

The thin man looked at me with confusion.

I pulled out a new deck of cards from my waist and said again: "That deck of cards is old, change it and continue."

. . .

The thin man gave a helpless smile, took the cards and shuffled them again.

Winning three games in a row again.

Just after the third round, I pushed the cards aside again.

He took out a new card from his pocket.

The thin man said nervously: "Brother, how many cards did you bring?"

I smiled: "Don't worry, it's still a long time."

I'm not as good as him in cheating, but in card counting I can probably memorize all the big cards above J.

That night, the thin man lost more than 700.

Fatty is a little over 300.

I smiled and said: "Rounding up, seven hundred and three hundred are now rich?"

"No, can I pay it back slowly?" the thin man said.

"Yes, of course. We will play a lot of cards like this in the future." I said and left the room.

The thin man gritted his teeth and said: "Damn fat man, I stepped on you so many times. I told you not to scream twice, why can't you understand?"

The fat man cried and laughed and said: "I thought you wanted me to push you harder and you wanted to turn over."

The thin man gritted his teeth and said, "Remember, I want him to know why I am so poor."

(End of this chapter)