stjorthotic Chapter 117 Winning Money and Winning
Chapter 117 Winning Money and Winning
The gilded chandeliers, the peach wood tables and chairs, and even the waiters were all handsome men and beautiful women.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of chips changed hands at the gambling table.
The casino on the Platinum Star was so luxurious that David and his companions felt ashamed of themselves and unconsciously huddled together, not even daring to ask the waiters for drinks.
Seeing this, Li Wei only said one sentence.
"If you're not comfortable with it, then wait for me in the rest area."
After saying that, he walked away.
After struggling for a moment, David, watching Li Wei's retreating figure, finally gritted his teeth and followed.
He is not afraid of losing face, nor is he unable to accept failure.
However, if he doesn't even have the courage to "see the results with his own eyes," he will despise himself.
Levi spotted David, the only one who had followed. He didn't say anything more about "staying behind," but simply gave a single instruction.
"I'll go to the dice table, you go get me that Coke."
David was visibly taken aback, but then nodded and left with a serious expression.
He didn't look like he was going to order a Coke from the waiter; he looked like he was carrying a bomb and was going to die with someone.
Li Wei shrugged, said nothing, and went straight to the dice table, finding an empty seat to sit down.
By this time, the betting phase had passed, so Li Wei was simply playing with the three chips in his hand.
Two blue "10000" and one green "5000".
Soon, the dice cup was turned upside down.
"One, two, three, six o'clock, small!"
The dealer announced the results: some people won, and some people lost.
But something rather unlike a "casino" happened.
The person who won didn't seem very happy; he just continued chatting with familiar people while putting away his chips.
Those who lost money didn't seem particularly upset; at most, they'd let out a helpless sigh and casually remark, "Looks like I'm having a bad day."
There was even a middle-aged, balding, lecherous man who, after losing money, casually slapped a passing bunny girl waitress, then tossed a green chip onto the tray and chuckled as he said something.
"My beauty, I'm having a bad day. I lost over a million in just two hours. I'll beg you to help me improve my luck."
The bunny girl didn't call security; she just smiled, said "thank you," and handed the lecherous man a glass of champagne, saying, "It's on me."
This reaction made the old lecher chuckle.
Li Wei thought that maybe after a while, the two of them would find a place to "have a big battle".
However, these people's attitudes toward winning and losing were not unexpected for Li Wei.
The guests on the Platinum Star were mostly from the "elite class".
Wealthy businessmen, high-ranking officials, or at the very least, CEOs of some group or heirs to a family business.
Li Wei couldn't help but imagine a conjecture.
If he were to indiscriminately fire at this moment, the entire city of Miami might be thrown into chaos and brought to a standstill for a few days.
But he's not here for that today; he's here to rob someone.
Soon, the dealer shook the dice and announced, "Please place your bets."
Stacks of large chips were casually placed in their preferred positions by their owners, awaiting the outcome of whether they would "go home with someone else's chips" or "go home with someone else's chips."
Li Wei held those three meager chips in his hand, but did not place a bet.
It wasn't that he was nervous; he was confirming some information.
He stopped using his eyes to see, and even closed them.
A cacophony of sounds reached my ears, yet remained orderly.
The dice tumbled in the suede, the chips slid across the table, and the glasses clinked...
The air was filled with the aroma of cigars, the fragrance of fine wine, and all sorts of perfumes...
The hand resting on the gambling table felt the soft touch of the velvet, the smooth surface beneath it, and the dots and lines hidden within the table...
[Mystical Talent (Beginner)] allows Li Wei to clearly perceive the world even without using his eyes. After all, alchemy is a delicate art, and the slightest difference could be the difference between "great success" and "dying on the spot".
In fact, this perception is more subtle and reliable than sight, like seeping water, penetrating everywhere.
Li Wei quickly reached a conclusion as well.
The casino on the Platinum Star had "devices" for cheating, but they were not activated.
Why?
Is the stakes not high enough? Or do they have some other special plans?
While pondering this question, Li Wei casually tossed his "5000" chip into the "SMALL" area.
The next moment, the dealer announced "place your bet and you're done," revealing the answer.
"Two, three, three, eight o'clock, small!"
Li Wei's 5000 became 10000.
There really was no cheating?
Li Wei was somewhat surprised.
Doesn't this seem a bit out of character for the "Platinum Star"?
Li Wei's doubts grew stronger, but this did not stop him from continuing to win money.
So, 10,000 became 20,000, 20,000 became 40,000, 40,000 became 80,000...
After Li Wei won four times in a row, he discovered that someone had started secretly observing him.
When Li Wei bet on the fifth time and turned 80,000 into 160,000, he suddenly bet on 20,000.
He felt that perhaps the Platinum Star would make its move this time.
Because what he expected happened.
Almost everyone at the table followed his decision and pushed their chips onto "BIH".
But the result... was unexpected.
"Four, five, six, fifteen o'clock, big."
Cheers instantly erupted across the dice table.
These gamblers were each short of 100,000 or 200,000, but people are always drawn to things that don't require effort and to victory.
For the gamblers on the Platinum Star, winning money was more important than how much money they won.
But after Li Wei retrieved the 40,000 chips, he frowned slightly.
He won, which means that the Platinum Star still did not cheat.
Doesn't this... defy common sense?
However, a scene that seemed logical unfolded the next moment.
"Sir, hello, I'm the lobby manager. Would you be interested in trying your luck in one of the VIP rooms on the next floor?"
The lobby manager was very polite, but Li Wei understood that this was a standard "risk management" procedure for casinos.
When a casino suspects someone of cheating but can't find any clues, it will send a highly paid expert to step in and win the money back gracefully.
Such bets are usually quite large.
"Very interested."
Li Wei agreed without hesitation, then stood up and straightened his trench coat slightly.
However, while the casino and Levi were willing, some others were not.
"Hey! Miracle Boy! I'm still waiting for you to create miracles again! How could you just leave like this!"
The unlucky old lecher couldn't help but speak up to stop him, and even directly pushed the remaining hundreds of thousands of chips in his hand to Li Wei.
"Hey buddy! Come on! Let everyone see how many more miracles you can pull off! If you win, it's yours! If you lose, it's on me!"
The old pervert's actions immediately inspired many to follow suit.
Soon, millions of chips were piled up in front of Li Wei.
At that moment, Li Wei suddenly understood just how profitable the Platinum Star really was.
Their clientele never cares about the specific amount of money they win; rather, they are highly addicted to the act of "winning" itself.