Can a scholar who has lost fourteen times in a row win?
The scholar paused the kickoff and put forward a condition, asking the host to announce his bet in public.
When ordinary people bet, the larger the amount, the more low-key. After all, the more you win, the more you lose, which will not make you feel comfortable winning. This is the nature of animals, and humans take it to the extreme.
A deposit of 50 million is nothing to ask for.
When the host announced the news, the entire audience was silent. Everyone looked towards the inconspicuous booth in the corner. The light in this booth was a bit dim, and people in the hall could only vaguely see the booth.
There were three figures sitting on the sofa. The top ladies of the two clubs were very glamorous, but the one who caught the eye was the man whose head was slightly lowered. His face could not be seen clearly due to the light. The glare light occasionally flashed across the man.
As pale as a ghost in the night.
After a while, the host turned to the booth in the corner and said respectfully: "Sir, can we tee off?"
The scholar nodded slightly, and his pale palms were removed from the white thighs of the ladies on both sides. His two skinny index fingers crossed each other and drew circles, playing with his fingers like a child.
This host has been working in this nightclub for several years, and has held lottery draws countless times, but he has never felt like this. His hands barely obeyed his orders, trembling slightly, and his ten fingers seemed to
It's like it's filled with lead.
It took the host nearly a minute to pull out the first light number ball. The number ball seemed to be worth a thousand pieces of gold. The music in the entire club was paused. There was silence in the entire venue, except for the weak popping sound of the flashlight.
He held the number ball in his hand tightly. His knuckles were turning white due to too much force. He almost didn't dare to look at it. The first number ball was crucial. His forehead was covered with a layer of fine
Sweat beads look like fluorescent powder under the illumination of flash.
Release your palms, first number, two o'clock.
As if he had narrowly escaped death, the host breathed a long sigh of relief. This number meant that he had a chance to win. If the opponent wanted to win, he had only one chance. The next ball had to be six, and this probability was really small.
"First number, two o'clock." the host announced.
There was a brief noise in the hall immediately. When everyone looked at the dark booth in the corner, they had sympathy in their eyes, but most of them were gloating. For those who were richer than themselves, they wished that the other person would go bankrupt.
The manager breathed a big sigh of relief. The beads of sweat on his forehead were no less than those of the host.
The foreman and the two ladies were already stunned. They didn't care whether the person next to them won or lost. They only cared that the person was really rich.
The scholar's pale and thin face remained calm, his eyelids were raised without blinking, and he looked seriously at his index finger that was making circles alternately, as if he was not the one who placed the bet.
In a luxurious VIP booth, not to mention Wei Yong and others, even a few leaders could not sit still. Although the money was not theirs and it didn't matter to them whether they won or lost, they still felt a little uneasy.
The impatient Guo Er had already stood up. He was about to say something but Xiao Yi waved his hand to stop him. Xiao Yi, who squinted his eyes, still had his trademark half-smiling expression.
"Come, let's have a drink together to celebrate." Xiao Yi suddenly raised his wine glass.
Although they didn't know what Xiao Yi was celebrating, they still picked up the wine glass and drank it. Only Xiao Yi took a slow sip and tasted this valuable wine carefully.
Sweet and smooth, silky and greasy, mellow and elegant, with a long aftertaste.
For the second number, the host was no longer under any pressure and was as skillful and neat as ever. Before the people in the hall could react, he fished out the number ball, but when he saw the eye-catching number on the ball, his face changed.
He seemed to be petrified, standing there like a sculpture.
For the first time, he felt that this number was so eye-catching. For the first time, he felt that this number was so different.
This number has a double meaning. You can think of it as nine o'clock, or you can think of it as six o'clock, but is it still meaningful?
The trembling voice was a little cramped, and the sound from the loudspeaker made people feel that the host's jaw must be very soft at this time, too soft to obey.
"Six...six o'clock."
Two points plus six points, eight points is bigger.
The scholar lost fourteen times in a row, but this time, he won.
The manager felt that his legs were melting, but he never fell down because he suddenly felt that his whole body was stiff.
There was a gasp in the hall. They had made 50 million in that instant, which made them extremely envious. However, they did not think that this 50 million was also obtained at the cost of losing 50 million risk.
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The scholar's fingers were still making circles alternately, but instead of the index finger they were turned into thumbs. Under the drooped eyelids, a pair of deep, dull eyes appeared sleepy.
"Buy big next time, um, buy them all." The scholar's lazy voice sounded again, bringing the petrified manager back to reality.
"Buy...all?" The manager looked surprised, and a trace of joy and worry flashed in his eyes at the same time. The happy thing was that this guy pushed all in, so there was still a chance to make a profit, but the worried thing was that if he won again
, then the consequences will be serious!
"Buy it all, 100 million, and tell him to drive faster and don't waste time." The scholar emphasized impatiently.
After the host announced the amount of the bet again, no one in the audience placed any more bets. This bet was only for one person.
"Drive faster, don't wait!"
The manager almost roared at the host on stage, repeating the scholar's words. He was feeling too heavy and needed to vent.
The host's hands were already cold, and he quickly took out a number like a machine.
It’s still that special number, which can be seen as the number nine when turned upside down.
"Six o'clock." The host said mechanically into the loudspeaker. At this time, he no longer cared about winning or losing. What he cared about was ending the game as soon as possible. He really couldn't bear this huge psychological challenge.
The victorious balance has been tilted towards the scholar, and the previous situation has been reversed. If the scholar is going to lose this time, unless the second number is drawn a little.
The manager had already held his breath, it wasn't over yet, there was still a glimmer of hope, he comforted himself in his mind.
Take out the second number and release your palm.
The host is so familiar with this number tonight. He will probably have a special feeling for this number in his life.
This number is the same as before. If you turn it upside down, it can be seen as nine or six o'clock!
Six o'clock plus six o'clock, twelve o'clock is bigger!
The additional sixteen rounds have all ended. The club won a total of fourteen rounds and lost two. But only a fool would think that the club won.
In the VIP booth, Guo Er was so excited that he smashed several bottles of expensive foreign wine. It was not that he had never seen money before, but he had never seen money come so quickly.
Yue Yun and Qin Feng were already stunned. Wei Yong was breathing loudly. The eyes of several officials were full of stars. After winning so much, their own benefits would not be less!
The corners of Zhao Zhidong's mouth were a little crooked, and he punched the coffee table hard, "Well done!"
Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and leaned comfortably on the soft and comfortable sofa, shaking the red and crystal clear wine in the crystal goblet with one hand, and tapping his knees rhythmically with the fingers of the other hand, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Everyone in the hall wanted to be the owner of the dark booth in the corner, imagining how they would spend the money if they were the winner tonight.
The top ladies sitting on both sides of the scholar already felt a little unnatural. They were leaning against the scholar tightly, but their hearts were high. Looking at the scholar who still had his eyelids raised, they suddenly felt that they were so
They usually feel small and humble in front of rich people.
The charming young woman foreman wanted to strike up a conversation at this time, but didn't know what to say. She just stood beside the scholar in a daze, but suddenly felt that her leg was touched by someone, just looking at those hands.
Know whose it is.
The fingers were pale and withered, like a dry cypress branch with smooth skin.
Not only was the foreman not angry, but he was extremely happy. The owner of these hands was a rich man with a net worth of at least 200 million!
The foreman took a small step towards the scholar so that the scholar could touch her legs.
"Take off your stockings, they are uncomfortable to touch." The scholar never raised his head to look at her. At this time, he was only looking at the black stockings on her lower body while speaking.
The foreman was just stunned for a moment, then he lifted up his short skirt, pulled down the black silk stockings from the hips to the ankles, and then pulled the delicate little feet out of the high heels, taking turns to take them off one by one, and then licked the little feet again.
Wear high heels.
"Well, it feels much more comfortable to touch like this."
The scholar used his smooth-skinned but dry and pale hands to carefully caress the foreman's white, tender and smooth legs after the black stockings faded away, "Your legs are also very smooth."
The manager disappeared at some point.
"Um, um, yes, good, clear."
In a secluded corner, the manager hung up the phone and walked back to the dark booth with a solemn expression.
"Sir, please excuse me."
The manager looked at the scholar who was carefully touching the foreman's white thigh and said respectfully, his tone having returned to calmness.
"Say." The scholar said lazily without raising his head.
In the VIP private room, several people stared blankly at the scene of the scholar touching the foreman. They only knew that the foreman had a weird personality, but they did not expect that he had such a hobby.
"Brother Xiao, I really didn't realize that A Ming has the same hobby as you!" Guo Er shrank his head and swallowed. Wei Yong, Zhao Zhidong and others on the side nodded in agreement, saying that Xiao Yi looked at women first.
They are very aware of their hobby of looking at legs.
"Go away, this A Ming is really pissing me off!" Xiao Yi suddenly said excitedly.
While others looked puzzled, Xiao Yi continued: "Does this dead scholar know anything about legs? He just asked someone to take off his black silk stockings. What an idiot. It's like desecrating the thighs of a naked animal."
, animals, beasts!”
The VIP booth was in a mess.
ps: I have a friend who has witnessed this story with his own eyes, but the amount is not that big, haha, but it is still a huge amount.