Okay, although no one understood, Chen Rou was there.

In perfect unison, no one spoke, but their eyes all conveyed the same message: Is the young master right?

Chen Rou walked towards her son, just as she had on the day she gave birth to the little one, and carefully examined him.

The child was looking at her too, but he had a definite answer in his heart. He knew he hadn't said anything wrong; he just hadn't expressed himself clearly.

Sure enough, his mother first wiped the drool off his chin, then pinched his little earlobe and said, "He's right."

Looking back at everyone, he explained: "When the acceleration is insufficient, the dice make a chaotic sound because the random faces of the dice are hitting the dice tube. But when there is centrifugal force, they will be arranged neatly and the sound will be consistent."

Seeing that A Yuan was spitting again and seemed unable to explain himself, Chen Rou said, "It's crisp and crunchy."

Seeing that Ram and Hank were listening to Song Yuanchao's incoherent translation, she knew that Hank was alright, but Ram was already having second thoughts. He didn't want to work anymore and wanted to learn a unique skill so he could go to Las Vegas and become a gambling god.

Just like Ye Han's dying words were only four words: "Not gambling is winning."

Chen Rou didn't ask everyone in the room to leave beforehand, and allowed Nie Jiajun and his brothers to ask questions and analyze the principles of dice rolling with them. There was only one reason for this: everyone was a human being, an ordinary person. And because of what she had done, almost everyone's fervent gambling desires had been aroused, and they had seen the hope of sweeping the casino. After all, humans have greed, anger, and desires, which is unavoidable. And the flame she ignited had to be extinguished by her.

By the way, the guest room door was open, and the corridor was now densely packed with thugs.

It was so exaggerated that many people were holding video recorders and digital cameras, but there was absolutely no sound.

Of course, Macau has a gambling king, Mr. Wen, who sits firmly on the throne. However, after Ye Han, the title of gambling saint has been vacant for a long time. Although Nie Tai has only appeared twice and only gambled twice, he is already the gambling saint in everyone's mind.

Moreover, her style as a gambling master is completely different from the previous one. She has no secret techniques because all of hers are public knowledge.

She spoke to Ram and Hank in English, saying, "If you want your hand movements to achieve absolute horizontal movement, you need to practice kung fu first. You need to practice the kung fu of planting flowers, which requires three years of horse stance training. If you want to have a strong waist, you also need to practice pressing the cylinder, which also requires at least three years of training. Only when your waist and stance are in harmony can you talk about speed. Ram, there is no kung fu that can be achieved in a day. If you really want to win, you need to spend six years studying diligently, and that's just the basics."

People in Macau are bilingual, and even the shady characters know English.

One of the henchmen mustered up his courage and peeked out, asking, "Mrs. Nie, have you ever practiced kung fu?"

Chen Rou has not only practiced, but she has also maintained her basic skills to this day, practicing every day.

Of course, she can't say that in front of the public; she still needs to cultivate a public image.

However, she doesn't need to create this story; the Nie Jiayu brothers are there to handle it.

They both said in unison, "My younger sister attended a crash course at TVB, you know? It was full of kung fu masters."

Nobody believed that a five-month crash course could achieve perfect balance between waist and stance.

But TVB's crash course for artists was already incredibly popular, a pilgrimage site for handsome men and beautiful women. With the Nie brothers' promotion today, it's estimated that it will be even more crowded.

Putting aside others, Nie Zhao himself was also wearing sunglasses, but his were obviously the big ones, while his son's were the small ones.

He was holding his son and whispering, "Were you listening to Mom roll the dice all night?"

A-Yuan was unhappy, pouting, but he still answered his father seriously, "Mm."

It is also described as: "If you shake it, it will become quiqui."

Chen Rou wanted to play dice, which is like someone who doesn't study regularly but tries to cram at the last minute, so she crammed all night last night.

Nie Zhao was also with her, but he was frustrated and his mind was in turmoil because his advances had not been reciprocated. He was also thinking about other things, so he didn't listen carefully. Of course, even if he had listened carefully, he probably wouldn't have been able to understand it if Chen Rou hadn't given him the outline beforehand.

But A-Yuan was different. He leaned on his mother's shoulder, silently closed his eyes, and used his familiar method to find patterns in the chaos. He figured it out on his own. Of course, he was a genius, and geniuses are all self-taught.

As the father of a genius, Nie Zhao was already feeling the pressure.

He was an ordinary person, a common man, yet he seized the opportunity to educate a genius.

He lived his life cautiously, as if walking on thin ice, and he had already tried his best, but he was always afraid that he would not do well.

By the way, One-Eyed, as the representative of Master Dong of the Righteous and Brave Hall, has been leading his brothers downstairs calling for reinforcements.

They wouldn't leave until Hu Xiaotian came out; they were determined to create a huge news story in Macau.

Hu Xiaotian was forced into this situation and had no choice but to come out.

But as the saying goes, for every plan you have, there's a countermeasure. When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. The people on the streets of Macau aren't good at fighting or brawling. They can't compete with the gangsters of Hong Kong when it comes to knives and guns, but they know how to play the fool.

Their greatest skill has always been flattery, playing the fool, and feigning weakness before stabbing people in the back.

So, after much anticipation, Hu Xiaotian finally appeared, and the gangsters were sharpening their knives, ready to chop off his legs.

What they didn't expect was that Hu Xiaotian came out bound hand and foot, with two knives stuck in his back.

Moreover, they crawled on their knees, kowtowing with each step, coming out on their knees.