While Mrs. Nie may not be as cunning or scheming as others, a person's strength lies not only in their cunning.
Mrs. Nie's strength is overwhelming. It's like in a casino, even when the dealer or the boss sets a trap for her, she can still come back with a big bag of money. That's her ability.
But the strong-willed Mrs. Nie never lost her temper with Nie Zhao, and she coaxed him like a child.
But as the saying goes, brine sets tofu, and one thing can subdue another; Nie Zhao just happened to be the one who used that method.
Lying in bed, he laughed even more foolishly than A Yuan.
Of course, he didn't sleep either; he lay down for a while and then came to the living room.
Chen Rou held A Yuan and shook the dice, while he stayed by her side.
Truly capable people who can accomplish great things are like Ye Han; he is not only intelligent but also exceptionally patient and hardworking.
There's a legend about Ye Han playing dice that Nie Zhao heard when he was a child.
It is said that Ye Han has been a gambler since childhood, especially fond of dice. Of course, he has always wanted to find a sure-win method for playing dice.
Unlike others who would use mercury to cast dice to make their faces land unevenly and cheat to win, he relied purely on listening.
Every day, he would hold the dice cup and shake it constantly, starting with one die and listening to the sound of it landing repeatedly. Each die has six sides, and each side has one, two, or three dots. The sound of the die landing is slightly different.
Gradually, after discerning the subtle differences, he began shaking three or six dice to listen to the sound and judge how many points the dice landed on. Of course, being able to discern the points by sound and bet on big or small would make him a consistently successful player.
But that was in the 1940s, when the mainland had not yet been liberated, and Macau was in disarray.
By relying on his ability to read dice, he gathered a large number of gambling clerks and partnered with Boss Wen to secure a key gambling license in Macau, which led to Boss Wen's current immense wealth.
But once someone has mastered a technology, there will inevitably be others who want to learn it.
Ye Han was still young at the time and couldn't keep the secret, so he revealed his secret to a friend.
That friend was from Hong Kong. After returning to Hong Kong, he gathered a group of people and practiced the art of listening to dice according to the tips Ye Han had given him. After mastering the art, they all went to the casino in Macau and almost bankrupted the casino within a few days.
Of course, after discovering the problem, the casino quickly patched the loophole by placing a layer of transparent plastic on the original glass gambling table. Since dice fall on glass differently than on plastic, the cheating trick no longer works.
But at that time the casino was still small, so of course, if the dice gamblers won, you had to pay them money.
But what if the casino goes bankrupt if money is given?
For Mr. Wen, this was the biggest crisis he had ever encountered since opening the casino.
If he pays the dice-listening gang, he will be heavily in debt and declare bankruptcy. But if he doesn't pay, he will lose his credibility. Besides, the gangsters from Hong Kong are all thugs. If he really messes with them, they can chop up his whole family with a knife.
In the end, Ye Han still managed to resolve the matter, and it was still through a bet.
Afterwards, the dice players lost and, true to their word, obediently returned to Hong Kong, while the Wen family's casino continued to operate.
It is said that Ye Han played a dice game in that crucial gamble.
In other words, if he wants to roll six ones, he can get a straight, or a triple.
Chen Rou, holding her son in one arm and shaking a dice cup with the other, paced back and forth in the living room with her eyes half-closed.
Finally, she stopped. Nie Zhao handed her an opened can of Coke and then asked his wife, "Are you listening to the dice?"
He should have given him beer, because A Yuan hadn't slept either; he was lying there with his eyes open.
As soon as Mom took a sip of Coke, he immediately perked up his head.
But he didn't want it. He knew his dad wouldn't let him drink cola, so he just leaned over and licked his mom's lips after she finished drinking it, then pursed his lips, blinked his big eyes, and looked at his mom.
Seeing that his mother was ignoring him, he nestled on her shoulder again, but his whimper sounded like a kitten's: "Mmm~"
He didn't dare to ask for it openly, but he wanted his mother to know how much he wanted it.
And who could refuse a baby's pitiful plea?
Chen Rou took another big gulp, then handed the iced cola to her son and asked Nie Zhao, "Did you figure anything out?"
Nie Zhao, of course, couldn't understand anything and simply said, "In Macau, even three-year-olds play dice games."
To say that using dice to cheat is a game from half a century ago.
His wife was definitely not like that. She was in the bedroom just now, and at most she shook the shovel three times and got six ones.
She kept swinging the dice cylinder, occasionally tilting it onto the table to take a look. Nie Zhao was inclined to believe that she knew a technique that could make the dice move rhythmically in the cylinder and land according to her wishes.
He didn't know if there were any listening devices in the room, but of course, even if there weren't, he wouldn't ask any further questions.
This is someone else's territory, and to be on the safe side, he shouldn't ask too many questions.
He just wanted to remind his wife that when it comes to playing dice, many people in Macau know how to roll straights or triples.
It's like how kids in Kowloon can stand up and pee and then start fighting, while kids in Macau can play dice as soon as they can walk.
Unless Chen Rou also understands things about the dice game that others don't.
Otherwise, Chen Rou wouldn't necessarily be able to win by playing dice, the ancestor of gambling.
Chen Rou certainly knew something about dice that others didn't.
However, if we really want to win tomorrow, it won't be all about skill; we'll also need to add some strategy.
In a battle between two armies, all's fair in war, and one should never let the opponent see one's true strength. That was something Yue Zhongqi had repeatedly told Chen Rou. She was no ordinary soldier; she was a special forces soldier who could win every battle.
She is confident in this regard.
But what troubles her now is her son. It's already four o'clock in the morning, and she wants to go to sleep. But A Yuan picks up the Coke can and puts it to his lips. He licks it first, then frowns and waits for the spiciness on his tongue to dissipate.
Just like a drunkard savoring wine, he squinted his eyes, pursed his tongue, and waited for a moment before raising the cola and taking two big gulps. After finishing, he exhaled as if he still wanted more. Then, under his father's fierce gaze, he boldly gathered the cola into his arms, and after a moment of silence, he let out a loud burp. The little guy finally grinned and smiled.
Chen Rou said, "We've already had our Cokes, let's go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow."
Ah Yuan was holding the cola, his eyes curved like tadpoles. He shook his head vigorously: "No."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of tiny white teeth, and said, "Baby will stay up all night to keep Mommy company, from dawn till dusk!"
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