"Where are you taking me?" Although Ye Changhe still had a bit of a hangover, he was much more sober.
You'll know when you get there.
Upon arriving at a teahouse called "Qingyaxuan" in the city, Ye Xiaoxiao had already arranged for several people to wait in a private room.
These were all con artists she had hired to demonstrate various cheating techniques in gambling to her older brother.
"Come on, big brother, take a good look." Ye Xiaoxiao pressed her big brother down into a chair.
"What's going on?" Ye Changhe was still completely confused.
Ye Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but gave those people a wink.
They set up a mahjong table and began demonstrating various tricks:
Secret codes, card swapping, peeking, letting others win... those seemingly skillful exchanges between experts are actually full of tricks.
At first, Ye Changhe didn't take it seriously, but as he watched, his expression grew increasingly grim.
He had encountered those methods before while gambling.
Especially that tactic of letting the opponent win a little at first, then slowly pulling in the winnings once they're on their nerves.
It's exactly the same as what he's experienced over the past year.
"This...this..." Ye Changhe's face turned deathly pale. "They really lied to me like this?"
"Big brother, do you understand now?"
Ye Xiaoxiao sighed, "You think you're socializing with them, but they're actually treating you like a lamb to the slaughter."
Think about it carefully. Doesn't it make you bet bigger every time they let you win a little, only to lose even more in the end?
Ye Changhe wiped away his cold sweat. He recalled that he had indeed won some money before each time he lost a large sum.
He thought he was on a winning streak, so he increased his bets, only to lose even more.
Then the three men began demonstrating various cheating techniques for playing cards to Ye Changhe. Ye Changhe was completely stunned.
"And another thing,"
Ye Xiaoxiao then said, "Do you know why they always like to invite you to drink?"
When people drink too much, their judgment deteriorates, making them more susceptible to being scammed. Do you usually lose the most when you're drunk?
Ye Changhe was struck dumb, and slumped into his chair.
Those so-called friends invited him to drinks, saying they wanted to get closer to him, but they were actually scheming against him.
Those seemingly fair betting games were all traps. Images flashed through his mind:
The drink Old Li handed over, Old Zhang's ambiguous gaze, their feigned comfort when he lost money... it was all a setup.
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