Watching a play?
What show are we watching?
Qin Ge's eyes flickered.
The second floor, where guests are not allowed, offers an excellent view, providing a panoramic view of the entire casino on the first floor.
When Qin Ge saw Qin Hao appear, he raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze back to the man beside him. "The 'good show' you were talking about...is it him?"
Huo Beiyuan said, "Didn't the Qin family bully you before? How about we use this guy to vent your anger?"
Qin Ge thought to himself that the one being bullied was not him, but the original owner of the body.
No one can bully him.
However, Qin Ge felt very comforted by this sentiment, and a warm current flowed through his heart.
The boy withdrew his hand and stood up. "To vent your anger, you have to do it yourself."
He held out his hand to the casino manager who was waiting nearby, "Get me a mask."
The dealers at the "Heaven on Earth" casino all wear uniform attire and gilded openwork masks. Wearing masks in this setting can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble, so the casino also provides masks for its guests.
In the gambling hall on the first floor, you can see many people wearing masks to cover their faces, but most of these people are gamblers who are addicted to this game. They have a crazy temperament of going all out, risking their lives, or even losing their minds.
However, the same gilded openwork mask, when worn by Qin Ge, possessed a luxurious and flowing golden beauty, as if an elegant nobleman was about to attend a masquerade ball, rather than being in a decadent casino.
Huo Beiyuan didn't ask Qin Ge if he knew how to play. He simply beckoned Qin Ge to him before he stepped down the stairs and personally adjusted the mask on his face.
"Is it crooked?" Qin Ge asked casually, not caring whether the mask was crooked or not, as long as it covered his face.
Otherwise, he was afraid Qin Hao would be too cowardly to play with him.
"No." Huo Beiyuan pecked Qin Ge's lips and smiled, "I just wanted to find an opportunity to give my little boyfriend a... lucky kiss."
·
As Qin Ge went downstairs, she rubbed her ears, which were a little hot.
The casino on the first floor.
Lively and bustling.
All around, you could hear the clanging of dominoes, the rattling of dice, and people banging on the table, shouting excitedly, "Open! Open! Open! Big big... small small..."
The winner hugged the beautiful woman beside him and kissed her hard on the cheek. The woman smiled sweetly and flattered him a couple of times. The winner then casually stuffed a handful of chips into the woman's deep V-neck. The chips could be exchanged for cash at the casino. The woman immediately smiled radiantly and said sweetly, "Thank you, Mr. X."
Those who lost were dejected, while those who still had chips gritted their teeth and said they would try again. Others lost everything, even their underwear, and went crazy on the spot, only to be dragged out by casino enforcers. Their fate was predictable.
The casino is called Heaven on Earth.
One thought can lead to heaven, another to the mortal realm.
Here, you can see all walks of life.
Qin Ge walked among them, but was not affected by their joys and sorrows.
…
Qin Hao only started playing tonight, and just tested the waters. He won a little over 100,000 yuan. He grinned, sat at one end of the gambling table, and smiled smugly. He was accompanied by a young and beautiful girl. In the casino "Heaven on Earth", he was considered to have quite a lot of prestige.
Qin Hao's wallet has recently become quite bulging. He's made money effortlessly, and he's gotten carried away. He not only hires pretty girls to accompany him, but also puffs on expensive cigars.
I must say, this cigar tastes completely different from the cheap cigarettes he used to smoke that cost only a few dollars!
The person at the other end of the gambling table lost all their chips and got up and left, looking dejected.
With a pretty girl on his left arm and a cigar between his fingers in his right hand, Qin Hao sat there swaggeringly and said to the loser, "Sorry, I've won all your chips."
Qin Hao wasn't wearing a mask. He looked quite young, just barely an adult. With girls accompanying him and smoking cigars, he seemed to have more status than most company CEOs, drawing stares from the casino patrons.
"Who is this? He looks quite young, is he over 18?"
"You don't know him?" Someone in the know immediately explained to the curious, "His name is Qin Hao. He's the younger brother of Sixth Brother, who runs the 'Heaven on Earth' nightclub. I heard he's only just come of age, but his gambling skills are incredible. He wins nine out of ten times. I heard he's already won this much at the casino..."
"Wow, that's amazing! Isn't he a gambling god?"
"Such a young gambling god, his future is limitless!"
Hearing everyone around him calling him the "God of Gamblers," Qin Hao was extremely pleased with himself, his arrogance impossible to conceal. He raised his voice and asked, "Is no one willing to gamble with me?"
Everyone's heard Qin Hao is the God of Gamblers. Nobody's going to be a fool. Do they have too much money to burn? Why do they have to gamble against the God of Gamblers?
For a moment, no one responded.
Qin Hao's smile grew even more proud.
He thought to himself, "These people really can't afford to lose. They're too afraid to gamble with me?" But it didn't matter. Even if no one played cards with him tonight, he could go to another table to play dice. He wasn't worried about not winning money.
Qin Hao asked again, and was about to get up with the pretty girl in his arms when a clear, aloof voice rang out, like a breath of fresh air in this decadent and sensual setting: "I'll bet with you."
A young man in a black silk shirt and a gilded openwork mask walked out slowly and sat down at the other end of the gambling table under the gaze of everyone. He was tall and slender and had an indescribable aura about him.
--noble.
That's right, those two words are the first thing that comes to mind.
He didn't seem like a gambler; rather, he resembled an elegant and refined nobleman.
The second floor is off-limits to guests.
Huo Beiyuan's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the young man whose temperament was completely different from the gamblers in the room. He was elegant and noble, and his thin lips curved into a doting smile.
However, the special assistant standing to the side asked with concern, "Does Young Master Qin know how to do these things?"
Let's not lose, shall we?
It's perfectly normal for him to have this suspicion, because this young master's background is crystal clear and clean, the kind of clean you can see right through. Given his previous life experience, where would he have come into contact with gambling?
"Don't worry, just watch. Just trust him." Huo Beiyuan's voice reached Shen Chi's ears.
…
Across the gambling table, Qin Hao stared at the boy wearing a gilded, openwork mask. It wasn't that he recognized Qin Ge; with Qin Hao's brain capacity and eyesight, it was impossible for him to be so quick-witted as to recognize Qin Ge. He just vaguely felt that the other person seemed somewhat familiar, but more than that, he felt a sense of inferiority.
The other person simply sat down at the other end of the gambling table, doing nothing and saying nothing, but the aura he exuded in every gesture completely shattered the gambling god-like presence that Qin Hao had cultivated.
Qin Hao felt that the other party was like a true aristocrat, while he himself seemed like a... nouveau riche.
This gap cannot be bridged with just a few dollars.
A subtle sense of inferiority arose spontaneously.
This is the first time Qin Hao has felt this way since he won nine out of ten bets and his mindset became inflated with wealth.
Qin Hao was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.
Thinking of his gambling talent, Qin Hao gradually calmed down and thought with a cold smile:
Bet with me, and you'll lose everything, not even your pants!
Thinking of this, Qin Hao asked, "Don't cry if you lose everything later."
Qin Ge curled his lips and said coldly, "I will return those words to you verbatim."
…
This table is playing Pai Gow.
The dealer deals the cards.
Qin Ge won the first round.
Qin Hao's expression darkened slightly. "You're just lucky. Just wait and see!"
Although he is known as the God of Gamblers who wins nine out of ten bets, winning nine out of ten bets is not the same as winning every time. Qin Hao will occasionally lose a few rounds, but he loses less and wins more.
This is only the first game, no rush.
He tried to comfort himself with these thoughts, but Qin Hao's expression was still not very pleasant.
What followed made Qin Hao question his life even more, as he lost almost every gamble.
—The few times he won were only because Qin Ge deliberately let him win!
Seeing that the one million chips he had exchanged that night were dwindling, Qin Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Let's change the game. We won't play Pai Gow anymore. Let's roll the dice!"
Qin Ge is okay.
With overwhelming technology, luck is utterly useless.
Moreover, Qin Hao's 'luck' was highly questionable; it was all orchestrated by shills hired by the casino to let him win, all so that Qin Ge could enjoy torturing the scumbags tonight.
Therefore, even if the game is changed to a dice game, Qin Hao will not have the same good luck as before.
Or rather—
His good luck ends tonight.
I lost a million, then lost another million...
Qin Hao's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his hands trembled as he lifted the lid.
At the same time, Qin Ge opened the dice cup, his tone not praising, but it sounded particularly grating to Qin Hao's ears: "Five, six, six, I won."
The boy casually raised his eyes, the gilded mask appearing like a demon to Qin Hao. "Want to try again?"
"Come on!" Qin Hao couldn't believe his luck would stay this bad all night!
He's completely gambling now. The more he loses, the more he wants to win back the money he's lost. He gambles more and more as he loses, creating a vicious cycle.
Qin Ge 'kindly' reminded her, "But it seems you don't have enough chips."
Qin Hao gritted his teeth, threw out a card containing all the money he had won recently, and called over a casino waiter, "Give me another million... no, two million in chips!"
Hearing this, Qin Ge rested his chin on his hand, yawned lazily, and said, "A game that costs a hundred or two is really boring. It's getting late, I'll just play this last game. How about we go for a big one?"
Qin Hao, his eyes bloodshot from losing, turned to Qin Ge and asked, "How do we play?"
"This is the final round. We'll bet everything we have. If you win, all the chips here, plus the money on this card, are yours." Qin Ge held a card between her slender fingers, pressing it against the mountain of chips piled up in front of her, a smile playing on her beautiful lips. "So, dare to come?"
"What's there to be afraid of?!" Qin Hao, his blood boiling, exchanged all the money in his card for chips.
A whole tray of chips was brought over by the waiter.
The final round begins.
Let's go back to playing cards.
The dealer shuffled the cards and dealt them one by one, his movements so graceful and fluid that it seemed like he was performing magic.
Qin Ge glanced at the cards, slammed them onto the table, and then casually pushed out all the chips in front of him, shouting, "All in!"
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