Man, I really have no way to get this fifty thousand. Even if I had that much money in the bank, I can't withdraw it. Where can I get that much cash?
I feel like I've gotten myself into a mess while dealing with Yun Kong.
If I can't come up with that much money now, wouldn't it be embarrassing? There are so many onlookers around.
"Wow, that's a big bet, so cool."
"Tonight, we can actually witness such an exciting gambling game. It’s worth it."
"Is this just a gimmick for the bar? It might be a publicity stunt. Nowadays, people are capable of doing anything for publicity. Even street fights are possible."
The crowd discussed among themselves.
Yun Kong was feeling quite pleased with himself.
I felt awkward and couldn't back down now. Just then, I heard a "thud" on the table, and the keys to a Bentley were thrown on it.
The person who tossed the keys was Duan Guangyi, and he is a genuine local tyrant.
I didn't expect him to come forward to help at this crucial moment.
Duan Guangyi, who had been quiet at the party, spoke up and addressed Yun Kong, "If you win, the car is yours. If you lose, the money is mine. Xiao Li, play with him; I believe in you."
A Bentley Mulsanne, worth five or six million, with the key lying there, certainly carried weight.
But in reality, Duan Guangyi's car wasn't in Guangzhou, so things got a bit complicated.
Yun Kong was genuinely surprised. He looked at the car key, then at Duan Guangyi, and agreed to gamble with the car.
I told Yun Kong, "Alright, roll the dice."
"Okay!"
Yun Kong grabbed the dice cup and began shaking the dice vigorously. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
It's rare to encounter someone who throws around fifty thousand like it's nothing, in real life, just like in a TV show. Fifty thousand isn't a small amount to anyone.
It's normal for Yun Kong to feel the pressure.
After shaking the dice cup for a while, he slammed it onto the table and asked me, "Big or small?"
I smiled and said, "1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, a total of twenty-one points, big."
When I accurately called out the dice points, Yunkong became skeptical and said: "Since you've called out the accurate points, I have to declare that just guessing the size isn't enough. You have to get all the numbers right too."
"Hehe," I sneered, thinking to myself that this guy, studying abroad in the United States, doesn't have such a strong mental toughness; he's just someone who can talk big but can't handle it. His condition was undoubtedly making trouble.
Huang Xin got a little angry, saying that the chance of guessing these points is only one in thirty-six, how could it be calculated accurately? You're cheating.
"Sigh, it's not my fault; it's your friend who wanted to show off and insisted on reading the dice points," Yunkong said proudly.
I decided to challenge him, saying, "Alright, let's go with your condition. Every single dice number has to be guessed right. But your bet won't be just fifty thousand."
"Okay, if I lose, I'll give you a million, and if you lose, I'll take this car, deal?" Yunkong said, pretending to be generous.
The people around were not pleased, saying that with a one in thirty-six chance, why would you bet twice the amount? This is definitely cheating.
There was a guy nearby who was quite witty and indignant, saying, "Hey buddy, do you enjoy this? Well then, let's do this. I will be the house, and if the guess is right, I'll pay you twice. Are you coming or not? I'm not bragging, even if you were Jack Ma, I'd make you go bankrupt tonight, without bullying."
"What's it to you guys?" Yunkong said arrogantly to these people.
I didn't mind, and stood up, clasping my fists with the surrounding spectators, saying, "Alright, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll go easy on this guy. If I win, I hope you can give me ten seconds of applause."
"Don't just say ten seconds, I can give you a hundred seconds."
"If you win, I'll give you a round of applause."
"Bro, don't dream, with a one in thirty-six chance, if you don't guess right, you might as well go and buy a lottery ticket, it brings in money faster."
I raised my hand and said, "Don't say anything more, let's open the dice cup."
"Did you agree to my condition?" Yunkong was still a little uncertain.
I said I agreed, so let's begin.
Confident, Yunkong grabbed the dice cup with one hand and pulled hard.
Everyone turned to look.
Upon careful examination, the dice showed 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, exactly as I had said, without any difference!
I laughed heartily three times, grabbed the money box in front of Yunkong, and also threw the keys to the Bentley to Fengying.
I clasped my fist to Yunkong and said, "Thank you, boss!"
Yunkong slumped and sat on the sofa.
I teased Yunkong again, "Boss, there's still fifty thousand to settle, keep accounts. We are fair gamblers, I bet you, Harvard folks must know this principle."
"Get lost!" Yunkong cursed at me and left the seat with a sullen face, not even looking back.
"Boss, don't rush, thanks to this fifty thousand from you, I'm not a pauper anymore. With these two buddies of mine, although they are a bit old, now I have the money to take them for some plastic surgery. Let's pull some skin first." I advocated teasing, not cursing.
When Yunkong disappeared, I raised my hand to the people in the bar and said, "Tonight, everyone's bills are on me."
Clap, clap, clap!
All the spectators erupted into thunderous applause.
Rarely in the limelight, I began counting down: Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one. Thank you for a ten-second applause, everyone.
During this victorious moment, Huang Xin was laughing beside me, saying how scared she was, afraid I might lose.
I said that in a dice gamble, I might make a mistake once in ten thousand times.
Huang Xin said, "We tricky people are all so skilled, it seems like we're good at playing dice."
I said there's technique involved in playing dice.
The models listened and leaned towards me, asking about the technique.
After taking a sip of wine, I said that a dice gamble is very similar to a game played in the ancient palace called "Guess and Cover."
The "guess" means guessing, and the "cover" means something that is concealed.
When you think about it, if anything can be guessed inside a covered box, why can't you guess the dice points?
"How do you guess this?" Cheng Yan still couldn't understand. The dice inside the cup can't be seen, so how could the points be guessed?
I explained that it requires using the algorithms in the Book of Changes, which are very difficult, but as tricky people and top tricksters, we've studied them since childhood.
Not only can I "guess and cover," but Fengying, Dajinya, and Duanguangyi can too.
"Oh, no wonder Feng always guessed so accurately just now. You didn't see Yunkong's face; it turned green."
"Serves him right. I heard he's a womanizer, and today he met the hard-to-deal-with Li Ge."
Cheng Yan put her arm around my shoulder and said, "How is Li Ge hard to deal with? Clearly he's a sight to fear."
"Go, little brat, 'sight to fear' is an insult, a description of ugliness. Ma Lisan is the real sight to fear." I told Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan raised her small face and said, "You're bullying my big brother again."
This is not bullying, with the kind of looks Ma Li san has, even if he stood in a graveyard, which ghost wouldn't feel intimidated?
As I was chatting happily with these beautiful women, suddenly a man in a baseball shirt came up to me, poured a drink, and insisted on toasting with me.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, Li Ge, this is the owner of the Soda Green Bar, my cousin," introduced by model Bai Xue, who I suspected had some trickery secrets.
I glanced at the snow and then at the plump bar owner, nodded, and went for a beer with him. The bar owner finished his drink, gave me a thumbs up and said I was a real man. He saw the confrontation with Yun Kong earlier and wanted to come over and have a drink with me.
I said, "Let's play dice?"
The bar owner then leaned in and said, "Brother, my cousin just told me that you understand 'mysteries' well. There's something that I need your guidance on."
I heard that the bar owner wanted to talk business, so I pulled him to the side aisle and asked him what was going on.
The bar owner said, "It's not a big deal really, but recently, there have been incidents with some of my customers at the bar. The police have been here several times, asking if I know certain people. I'm getting really fed up. Is there something dirty going on at my bar?"
"Is that so?" I looked around and told the bar owner that indeed, there was a high probability of attracting evil spirits in the bar. Ghosts or demons tend to prefer people who are physically weak, stay up late, are mentally fatigued, and drink a lot. Your bar's customers seem to fit all these categories.
"I see." The bar owner asked me for a talisman to bring peace.
I said that I couldn't do that kind of thing, as I specialize in the supernatural, and can only deal with specific problems. But, sticking a talisman on the door of the bar and thinking that will keep the spirits away? That's nonsense.
"What should I do?" The bar owner suddenly looked worried.
I tried to reassure him, telling him not to get too worked up. If there's something specific that happens, I can help, but just saying that your bar has something dirty, how can that be fixed?
Just as I hadn't spoken yet, a sharp scream suddenly erupted from a corner of the bar.
"Ah! Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!"
"Oh my God, someone's been killed; there's a dead person here."
The bar instantly became chaotic, and the bar owner and I hurried to the scene.
In a corner on the left side of the bar, I saw Yun Kong, who had played dice with me earlier, lying on the ground, with a bloody hole in his chest, and beside him, there was a heart still leaping around chaotically!
"This person has had his heart removed!" I couldn't help but feel a bit distressed. The arrogant and exuberant money-spending boy had just been killed!
"What do we do? What do we do? He's even died in my bar. I'll have to go through a clean-up." The bar owner was still worried about this.
I shouted at him: What are you standing around for? Haven't you sealed off the doors with security yet? No one, not a single customer, is to leave!
In full view of everyone, Yun Kong was literally killed, who could have offended him?
In fact, ordinary people might not realize that Yun Kong had been killed for his heart, but I knew. This wasn't an act of 'human' hands because there was still a faint smile on Yun Kong's lips.
With such a brutal wound, and to die with a smile, could a 'person' have done such a thing?
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