Happy Little Mayor

This time the game is bigger and the speed of entering and exiting is faster.

Almost ten times the quota, Anderson played this time no longer than yesterday. The cash of $ 900,000 was less than half past one in the morning!

After the last stack of big chips was launched, Anderson collapsed into a chair, and he stared at the two black Jack cards j and a across the table, for a moment he wondered.

After watching it for two minutes, he suddenly stood up and hit the table with his fist and roared angrily: "Impossible! There must be a ghost! I cannot lose like this!"

Manager Maori said calmly: "Mr. Anderson, we changed cards halfway, using the cards you brought, right? How do you think we cheated? If you insist that we cheat, well, I'll take the money tonight Give it back to you, but you do n’t want to go into the casino in the future. Such a man who ca n’t afford to lose is an insult to the casino! ”

Anderson opened his mouth and gritted his teeth. "I'm your fierce man! But I don't agree, I still have money, I'll go back and get the money, but I'll be Zhuang!"

"Yes, whatever you like!" Manager Maori grinned.

After he left, the waiter in the VIP room asked: "Boss, if this guy really wants to go back to the 900,000, do you really return the money to him?"

The Maori smiled and said, "How is that possible? Let him dream!"

"Do you expect him to have money?"

"We don't come to the town every day or two. Don't you know the size of department stores? At least a thousand cars will stop in front of them every day. How much is that? He must have corrupted a lot of money!"

"So, really let him sit down?"

"Of course man, does it matter who sits in Zhuang?" A Maori clapped his hands, and a lot of playing cards fell from his sleeve.

Anderson didn't know these things, but Wang Bo recorded everything with a video recorder.

Half an hour later, he came back with the suitcase and entered the VIP room. He opened the suitcase and revealed a million cash in it, neatly arranged.

"I'll be Zhuang!"

"Of course!" The greed flashed away on Manager Maori's face, all that remained was a gentle smile.

Wang Bo magnified the sand table and lay down on the bed watching the gambling in the room leisurely.

He adjusted the angle, and watched the manager's movements deliberately, and captured every move he made with a thousand strokes, accurately.

The chip changes intermittently, sometimes increasing and sometimes decreasing, but the overall trend is decreasing.

Anderson's expression became more and more insane. Sitting on the bank, changing cards, changing tables, changing positions, changing rooms, he changed all the objective factors that he could control.

Except the opponent.

Manager Maori has been betting against him. Anderson has not doubted him, but the manager has taken off his coat and only a t-shirt is left on his upper body. He didn't see any cheating in his face.

Wang Bo clearly sees that this is the home of others, how can people let you know how cheating?

Because it is a VIP private room, people are constantly coming in to deliver drinks and desserts. Every time someone passes by the manager, there will be a card to switch.

Manager Maori likes to play chips. In fact, these chips are filled with paint. He keeps playing on the back of several key big cards j, q, k, a, so that he can always get the cards he wants.

They used a shuffler. This machine didn't know what was going on. Wang Bo noticed that it could detect the amount of cards and then shuffle the cards. Although Anderson dealt cards, the number of cards was not under his control ... ...

It lasted a little longer this time, and at 2:30 in the morning, the chips in front of him disappeared cleanly!

Anderson stood up staggeringly, with a look of dismay: "No, no, no, how? This is impossible? My luck cannot be that bad! Never! Certainly, surely, surely ..."

With a muttering mutter in his mouth, he collapsed onto the table.

Manager Maori shrugged his coat and shrugged: "Yes, there must be ghosts, but what about ghosts? Can you catch them? Have a good night's sleep, you have to thank me for being in your coffee Prescribe medicine, otherwise you would have collapsed! "

After clearing the chips and cards, he said to a young man, "Let Julia come in and take some good pictures with this guy. If he wakes up tomorrow and is still in trouble, then threaten him to show these pictures to his wife and children . "

The manager left, and a pretty girl came in. Someone helped him undress Anderson, and then the two tumbling on the gaming table.

Of course, Anderson didn't have any consciousness, but just looked at the situation from the photos.

Wang Bo was not interested in this. He followed the manager of Māori, earning at least two million in two days. This is a very amazing record, and he will definitely give his credit to him.

Indeed, after entering the finance room, he made a phone call. The voice on the phone made him send money out, but he said helplessly: "I do n’t know what the police in the sunset town are doing. The road was blocked during the day and night. Performing spot checks, I worry about getting them to find the money and then find our casino. "

The news that Wang Bo wanted to hear finally sounded: "Well, I will go there in the past two days to see what is going on. The money is put first and locked in the safe!"

Manager Maori put the money and photo negatives in the safe. The locker was full and Wang Bo estimated that there was another $ 5.6 million in it.

Anderson took a leave the next day. Wang Bo called him and he did not answer. It is estimated that now he is not only afraid of gambling, but also of his marriage. The threat to those photos by him is unmatched by money.

In the evening, a regular Volkswagen Phaeton drove into the sunset town.

There were a total of four people in the car. They went to the supermarket to buy something, and then had a full meal at Kobe's restaurant. Then they went to the Flame Mountain Bar to make skins in the middle of the night.

Eventually, the car drove to Māori Village.

Wang Bo arranged that Uncle Bing got stuck in the car and checked them once, including all the luggage, and also carried the pretense of pretending to make the other party's intention to leave with money.

Manager Maori waited at the door, and the Phaeton co-pilot stepped down to a serious middle-aged white man. After seeing him, Manager Maori immediately showed a charming smile and greeted: "The crocodile boss, you are here."

The middle-aged white man, called the crocodile boss, is strong and dressed in a decent cashmere suit that doesn't look like a liu-gangster-evil-stick. It's the person I'm looking for.

He squeezed his nose and called Uncle Bing and Atulu: "Call Sergeant Smith and borrow a team of people to use it. Tonight, you may have an assault."

"Yes, Boss!" The policemen who had been stunned for several days were suddenly shaken. (To be continued.)