Chen Jinbao appeared to be all smiles, but he was actually stirring things up all along, and Dong Ye indeed took the bait: "Set up a gambling table!"
He added, "Call over the dice expert from your casino. I'm going to gamble. I'll bet my thigh, or mine, or Hu Xiaotian's. I swear I'll break his leg today."
Seeing that the scene was too chaotic, and as the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall, Nie Zhao carried his son to the balcony.
Seeing Wang Baodao also in the room, rummaging through Chen Rou's bag, he walked over and asked, "Little Wang, what are you doing?"
At first glance, Chen Jinbao was just an unremarkable young man, but Chen Rou instructed Wang Baodao to keep a close eye on him.
Wang Baodao wanted to take his fingerprints and was preparing the materials when he whispered, "Sister Chen said that person needs to be closely monitored."
Nie Zhao had no idea that in the future, Chen Jinbao would become the number one henchman in Macau. After the Wen family returned to China, he would have to take the blame for all the dirty and shameful things that he couldn't do. Of course, he would also become the second Hu Xiaotian.
But a closer look at Chen Jinbao's eyes reveals a sinister glint in them that suggests he is no ordinary person.
He didn't get involved in these江湖 (jianghu) affairs, so he went back to the balcony.
Chen Jinbao continued to fan the flames: "You two big shots should know that Macau may not have much else, but it has the most Sic Bo masters."
He then pulled out a dice cup with a smile and said, "How about this, if you can beat me, we'll find someone else?"
As they spoke, three dice were thrown into the cylinder, then shaken vigorously three times before being thrown into the air. The cylinder spun rapidly in the air, and when everyone looked up, they could see the three dice spinning in the cylinder without falling down.
Indeed, everyone in Macau knows how to play dice, and they're all quite skilled at it.
When Master Dong looked up, the dice tube had already fallen. But Chen Jinbao didn't grab it with his hand. Instead, he lifted the back of his hand, and the dice tube rolled over the back of his hand, with the dice still tumbling inside. He pressed down on his shoulder, and the dice tube continued to roll, rolling all the way from his back to the back of his right hand. He then clasped it down with his other hand and invited, "Master Dong, please go first."
When Mr. Dong was young, the gambling industry in Macau was just starting to develop, and he had practiced the skill of listening to dice.
The dice struck the glass with a clear sound. He smiled and said, "Bet on small, five points in total."
Chen Jinbao said first: "You really are a big shot, extraordinary. Actually, I could tell too. Five points, you win."
Upon closer inspection, sure enough, two ones plus a three equals five.
Master Dong grabbed the dice cup and sneered, "Damn it, I'm your grandmaster, how could I not know how to play this?"
Although he was old, his strength was still there. He slammed his big hand on the glass table, sending the dice cylinder and dice flying into the air. He swept it away with a horizontal hand. According to the rules of Macau, the dice cylinder could only be shaken three times, but as long as it didn't fall to the ground or shake, it could be used continuously. Master Dong was indeed a master. He raised his hand and smashed the cylinder into the air. When it fell, he raised his left elbow and struck again, but his right palm immediately blocked it. He shook it in his hand and then flicked it into the air again. When it fell, he and his chair tilted to the side, but he raised his foot and slammed it down. He used his foot to press the dice cylinder onto the table.
He was just performing kung fu, specifically Wing Chun, which involved a lot of force, and the dice swung around a lot.
The moment the dice cup fell, it sounded as if countless dice were inside, clanging and clattering incessantly.
Wow, Mr. Dong is incredibly skilled at playing Sic Bo.
Not to mention the gang of thugs, even Chicken Bro, with his bruised and swollen eyes, was clapping loudly: "Bravo!"
Nie Jiajun and his brother were behind Chen Rou, watching the excitement and clapping loudly: "Beautiful!"
Chen Jinbao still smiled politely, but a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Truly impressive!"
He then clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, “Indeed, old ginger is spicier and aged wine is more fragrant. Mr. Dong, you are still vigorous despite your advanced age.”
Master Dong's move was actually accelerating the impact of the dice on the glass surface. Moreover, at high speed, the dice hit the glass surface at a sharp angle, making it difficult for people to hear clearly and see which side landed.
He was quite pleased with himself, grinning broadly, and swiftly reached out his hand: "Your turn, bet on big or small?"
Hu Xiaotian is definitely a cunning old fox, wicked to the core, while that guy named A Si is outwardly wicked, his wickedness is only superficial.
Chen Rou didn't instruct Wang Baodao to pay special attention, but the more he looked at this guy named Chen Jinbao, the more interesting he became.
At first glance, you might think he has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle and mild temperament, making him seem like a very nice person. And indeed, he does seem to have a very nice temperament now. His manners could even be described as elegant. He clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect and said, "I can't guess."
However, Mr. Dong has a particularly obvious flaw: he is easily angered and impulsive, and he is unable to analyze things calmly.
If the second-in-command were here, he would have tried to persuade him, but since the second-in-command wasn't here today, he was provoked and hooked the hook.
He said, "I'll bet my leg on Hu Xiaotian's leg."
Chen Jinbao continued rubbing his hands: "Your body is already frail and you have difficulty moving around. If you were to lose a leg as well..."
Master Dong was furious: "You think my legs are useless and not enough to be used as a bargaining chip? Fine, I'll bet the legs of all my men."
Wang Baodao hadn't even gone out yet when he saw Nie Zhao standing next to him and said, "I don't feel well."
Nie Zhao could see that Chen Jinbao was trying to provoke him, and the ultimate goal was to take the legs of several of Dong Ye's top men from Yiyong Hall. In other words, they must have a real dice master who could beat Dong Ye.
Of course, although Chen Jinbao was playing skillfully, he was actually letting the opponent win.
His true skill level is probably higher than he appears; he's just feigning weakness to lure Master Dong into a trap.
Very good, now that Master Dong has taken the bait, the real master is about to appear.
The problem then arises: Dong Ye made a big fuss and foolishly took the bait, but as the saying goes, "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Chen Rou is the oriole behind him, waiting for a master to appear and then strike back at the master. But can she really do it?
Nie Zhao doesn't run a gambling business, nor does he pay attention to gambling, but he does know a little about it: in every profession, there are top performers.
He also knew best that there are always people more capable than you, and that his wife was actually more skilled than the experts in Macau.
By the way, as a prospective young leader of the Kowloon Tribe, this is the first time Ah Yuan has witnessed the conflicts between different tribes.
The child was dazzled by the sights, but of course didn't understand them.
He was carrying a small backpack, while his father was holding him. It was like his father was carrying him plus four bottles of Coke, which was quite heavy.
But Nie Zhao was always patient. So, A Yuan asked in a low voice, "Dad, what are they doing?"
Nie Zhao analyzed carefully and explained patiently, first pointing to Chen Jinbao: "Do you think he and your mother are friends?"
Ah Yuan waved his hand: "He should be born."
A-Yuan can still distinguish between friends, bodyguards, relatives, and waiters.
If his two nephews had been closer to him, he would have patiently talked to them, but they weren't affectionate towards him.
But Ah Yuan is so good; he obediently lets his dad hold him and patiently listens to what his dad says.
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