Rebirth of America: The American Drama System

The other side of the city.

In front of Sister Ling's blackjack table.

Owen sat down.

"Sir, let's play again."

Sister Ling thought of the fleeting thought she had while chatting with Wen Jiajia last night, and said hello to Owen uncharacteristically.

"yes."

Owen smiled and nodded.

"I believe that sir, your luck will still be very good tonight."

Sister Ling said meaningfully.

"Haha, let me lend you some good words."

Owen smiled calmly.

Casino control room.

"Cole, the card counting gang is here again. Do you want to go over and warn them?"

"No need! They are just guys with high ambitions and low abilities. They are not skilled at all. Do they think that a Chinese is Ma Kaiwen? Just watch, they will lose everything later!"

"Okay, let's wait and see. Their bargaining chip has become bigger. If the guy like before suddenly attacks us while we are not paying attention, we will lose all our business.

You know, now that motion capture system has pushed us into a corner, and most of our customers have chosen the machine instead of us. "

"Don't worry, we have something that machines cannot replace."

A strong black man seemed to be comforting his companions, but also seemed to be comforting himself.

In front of another blackjack table.

Wen Jiajia, who was dressed in bright red, looked anxiously at Zheng Yi who was sitting on the main seat. Seeing that Zheng Yi had changed from his unrestrained and unrestrained attitude last night, and his small movements kept showing his inner anxiety and helplessness, his heart was already half cold.

"Zheng Yi."

Wen Jiajia saw that Zheng Yijiang suddenly raised the few chips in his hand, and quickly dissuaded him; "You are a math student, you should know..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yi, who looked irritated, interrupted and scolded: "Don't talk to me about mathematics. What do you know about mathematics?"

As Wen Jiajia expected, she lost all her remaining chips in just two hands.

A few people walked out of the casino cleanly. Zheng Yi walked away and said, "I agreed before going on stage that you have to listen to me. At critical times, there can only be one person's voice. One person's winning rate is 50%. Two people have a 50% winning rate." What about individuals? 25%!”

"Why didn't I listen to you? You were the one in the end. If you hadn't lost everything, you still wouldn't come out..."

The companions were dissatisfied and came back directly.

They are just fresh graduates. This time they came to Las Vegas to play, thinking that with their mathematical talents, they could sweep the casinos. However, their ideals were very rich, but the reality was very skinny. They lost one hundred thousand US dollars in one go. .

One hundred thousand dollars!

Even if they are graduates from prestigious universities, it will take several years to repay the $100,000. The key is whether the other party is willing to wait.

"These chips were lent by you, and they have nothing to do with us..."

Zheng Yi began to blame the blame covertly. When Wen Jiajia turned pale and stared at him with eyes full of disbelief, he changed his words and left a leeway: "But don't worry, we will help Still...part of it."

Wen Jiajia looked at Zheng Yi deeply for a while, said nothing, turned around and left. Behind her came Zheng Yi's companion's unconcealed words: "Why should we pay her back? What should we give her back!"

Sister Ling's house.

"Losing a lot?"

Sister Ling looked at Wen Jiajia, who was lost and walked in. She understood in her heart and cursed: "I told you not to gamble, don't gamble, but you didn't listen! Those street boys have no ability, and they are dragging you with them." Get into the water, be careful if you get hit by a car when you go out..."

Wen Jiajia fell down on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head. Soon after, there was a faint sound of sobbing, which blocked Sister Ling's words and turned them into a long sigh.

Irving naturally didn't care about these things. He went to a dozen casinos again last night and turned 20,000 US dollars into 50,000 US dollars. After paying up to 30% tax, he transferred 35,000 US dollars to his bank card.

He didn't want to follow Ben Campbell's group, stuffing piles of cash into his clothes and smuggling back. Although he wouldn't have to waste so much money, the risk was really high and there was no need at all.

"Mr. Maijia, it's me. I'm going over to review the dance tonight. Do you want to inform Tiffany? I said no, will you agree? Haha."

After flirting with Mary on the phone, Owen got off the plane and drove directly to Mary's villa. When he arrived, Tiffany was already waiting there in a tight dance costume.

"You can start first without waiting for me."

Irving joked and handed a check for $5,000 to Mary. He also took out two gifts from his backpack and gave them to the two of them.

Mary lent him money without hesitation before, which still touched him a little. In addition, they had always taken great care of Owen. Among many female friends, Owen had the best impression of them both, so despite the distance Although we are far away, we still maintain a relatively close connection...

"There's no need to pay it back so quickly."

Mary took the check, frowned, and said in surprise: "Owen, your money..."

"Owen, you're not turning into Donald Duck, are you?"

The straightforward Tiffany said it without any secret.

5,000 US dollars is not a small amount of money. In just one week, Irving paid it back. They knew what Irving was good at, so how could they not want to do something wrong?

"Am I that kind of person?"

Owen glanced at Tiffany displeased, narrowed his eyes, and glanced up and down at the other party. His cold and cruel eyes made Tiffany tremble all over.

But then, although Tiffany was trembling all over, she straightened up and became more provocative: "Don't you?"

"You guys!"

Mary immediately understood that the two of them were starting to act, and she shook her head speechlessly, but a trace of expectation flashed in her eyes. She watched the two of them, secretly thinking about it, and was always ready to add drama to herself. They are both art lovers. She doesn't want to be just a background...

One month later.

On Friday night, Irving flew first class to Las Vegas again.

The other side of the city.

Sister Ling looked worriedly at Wen Jiajia in the distance and an Asian man who had been following her, and thought to herself: "Jiajia has been killed badly now, I don't know if she can survive the test smoothly, eh!"

At this time, a familiar figure flashed in front of her eyes. Sister Ling quickly took a closer look. After confirming that it was Owen, her heart moved and she shouted to her colleague: "Azhen, help me get off work."

"Okay, Sister Ling."

In the large hall on the first floor, there were hundreds of blackjack tables alone. Owen did not choose Sister Ling's table again, but found a remote table to sit down and started playing. After that, he still had enough and left. .

Caesars Palace Hotel.

Casino on the first floor.

"Three sides, three sides, top, top!"

When Irving sat down and started turning over the cards, accompanied by the smell of perfume, a familiar and classic calling sound came to his ears. The corner of Irving's mouth curled up and he thought to himself: "The jujube tree that was delivered to my door has some jujubes but no jujubes. Hit her three times first..."