“Thank you! I wish you win big tonight and make a fortune!”

Although I’m a cold person and not fond of talking, when I meet someone as interesting as Old Wu, I’m actually willing to chat a bit more.

Old Wu laughed heartily, pointed at me, and said with satisfaction:

“Kid, you’ve got a sweet mouth. Come on, call me ‘Old Master Wu’, and I’ll reward you with another two hundred…”

As he spoke, Old Wu took out a two hundred chip and dangled it in front of my eyes.

Given Old Wu’s age, it wouldn’t be inappropriate to call him ‘Old Master’, but I still shook my head.

“I won’t call you that!”

“Why not?”

“I’m not used to it!”

“You don’t want the chip either?” Old Wu looked at me, puzzled.

“I don’t need it, I have my own!” With that, I reached into my pocket and revealed five pale yellow chips, each worth ten thousand, in the palm of my hand.

Ah?

Old Wu’s eyes immediately widened, fixated on the chips in my hand, saliva almost dripping from his mouth as he looked up at me.

Suddenly, Old Wu said with a sycophantic smile, “Kid, how about I call you ‘Old Master’ and you give me one?”

I shook my head.

The chips weren’t mine, and even if they were, I wouldn’t just give them away for no reason.

Seeing my attitude, Old Wu’s eyes narrowed, and he said discontentedly, “Then give me back my five hundred!”

With that, he reached out to grab my hand.

I clenched my hand and said indifferently, “You have to accept your losses in gambling!”

Old Wu was left speechless and gave me a disdainful glance, muttering, “You little bastard, you’ve tricked me. Just wait, watch how Old Master Wu wins fifty thousand…” Saying this, Old Wu turned and left, disappearing into the crowd at some gambling table.

Before I knew it, it was already past two in the morning.

Although there were still quite a few gamblers, at least there were fewer than before. The old casino dealers, running out of steam, were all replaced. A batch of newly trained dealers took their place.

I started wandering from table to table, occasionally placing a bet here and there. Of course, I didn’t care about winning or losing. After all, it wasn’t my money. At a Baccarat table nearby, which was quite crowded, I walked over.

Baccarat is currently the most popular game among gamblers in casinos. I’ve mentioned a legendary figure in a previous chapter, the Gambling King of the High Seas, Ye Han. Baccarat was introduced to Macau from America by him and then spread to the mainland. Of course, the old gentleman has many honorific titles.

The Saint of Macau Gambling, Ghost King Ye, and so on.

As I approached the table, I saw Old Wu betting at the gambling table.

I watched for a while and suddenly realized something was off. Someone was cheating. To be precise, Old Wu was cheating.

Old Wu’s method of cheating was different from that of ordinary gamblers. Ordinary gamblers would either switch cards or use technological devices to peek at cards. But Old Wu’s method was more opportunistic. For example, in this round, Old Wu placed a hundred on the player’s side.

The dealer began dealing cards. His bet was too small to have a chance to peek at the cards, so he craned his neck and cheered on the onlookers who were watching the cards. In this round, the player had three points, and the banker had seven points; the banker won. Those who bet on the player sighed in disappointment.

The dealer began to collect the lost chips and then paid out the winning chips. At that moment, Old Wu, holding a teapot in one hand and resting the other on the table, suddenly bent his middle finger slightly and flicked. A five hundred chip was propelled to the banker’s side in an instant. What amazed me was Old Wu’s extremely precise technique and the tricky angle he chose. It not only avoided the dealer’s line of sight, entering his blind spot, but also ensured that the chip wouldn’t hit other chips and make a sound. His hand was also very fast, and with the teapot as cover, even the onlookers couldn’t see clearly.

Old Wu’s actions made me frown.

Su Mei had asked me to help monitor the games to prevent cheating, but the cheater turned out to be Old Wu. Of course, I couldn’t catch him, but I still had to remind him that he couldn’t go on like this.

Even though it was late at night.

But there were still many hidden lights in the gambling den. Even if his hand was fast, it was easy to be exposed. After all, this method had too many flaws. I gently patted Old Wu’s shoulder, and he jumped.

When he turned to look at me, he still had a startled expression.

Staring at me, Old Wu said discontentedly, “You scared me, kid, what do you want?”

“Come outside with me for a chat…”

“Go, go, go, Old Master Wu doesn’t have time to chat with you. Can’t you see I’m winning money?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed another hundred on the player’s side.

I never expected Old Wu to ignore my advice, and the round had already started.

I was planning to quietly point it out to him after the round, to prevent him from digging his own grave.

This round, the banker won again. Old Wu repeated his trick and flicked a three hundred chip to the banker’s side.

The dealer and the chip lender began to pay out. Although Old Wu only bet three hundred, he was still in high spirits, constantly urging the dealer.

“Come on, where’s mine? Pay me! I won’t leave until I win fifty thousand today…”

The dealer looked up at him and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, the dealer said loudly:

“I saw you clearly bet on the player just now, when did you bet on the banker?”

As soon as she finished speaking.

A meddlesome gambler nearby also chimed in:

“Yeah, I also saw him bet on the player, not the banker…”

Old Wu was taken aback and immediately retorted, “What’s the matter, can’t Grandpa be happy and bet on both sides?”

Is it possible to bet on both the banker and the player in Baccarat?

No! Unless it was a mistake.

Those who haven’t played might think that betting the same amount on both the banker and the player would break even no matter which side wins.

But that’s not the case. In Baccarat, the house takes a five percent commission on banker bets. Some so-called legitimate casinos in Macau, one of their main sources of income, is this commission.

As soon as Old Wu finished speaking.

The chip lender girl also immediately said:

“That’s when I thought something was wrong. I remember he clearly bet on the banker, but when it was time to pay out, he bet on the player. He must be cheating!” This is the difference between inexperienced newcomers and old dealers.

If this kind of thing happened at an old dealer’s table, they would discreetly notify the hidden lights to keep an eye on the person until they caught them red-handed. But now, without any evidence, they accused Old Wu of cheating.

With all this commotion, the floor manager came over with a few people, and the hidden lights also gathered around.

Some of the hidden lights had seen me gamble with Nine-fingered Heavenly Cripple before. When they got to me, they quietly asked me what was going on. I shook my head and didn’t speak.

“What’s going on?” the manager asked.

“Is he cheating?” the young dealer pointed at Old Wu with certainty.

Old Wu sneered, casually brushed his silver-white bangs from his forehead, and said disdainfully:

“Grandpa is upright and honest. I disdain such despicable methods as cheating. You can’t frame people. If you can’t afford to lose, then don’t run a casino…” Old Wu was fearless in the face of danger.

But the manager’s face turned sour, and he said coldly, “Let’s go, let’s talk somewhere else…”

With that, he pointed to the dealer and the chip lender. “You two, come along too…”

Just as they were about to leave.

Suddenly, a man’s voice rang out loudly:

“Wait a minute!”