I am a Big Player
Chapter 474 - 468, How can this guy make money everywhere? (Second update)_1

Chapter 474: 468, How can this guy make money everywhere? (Second update)_1

Steve felt that it was reasonable for him to take pleasure in Ren He’s misfortune. He had indeed suffered quite a bit at Ren He’s hands these past two days, and tonight he had been made to cry for a good 40 minutes. He wished nothing more than for Ren He to lose everything at the casino!

By then, Ren He would still be penniless, while he would have more than ten thousand US dollars. The thought was simply delightful!

Ren He had changed his appearance in the afternoon to fundraise, precisely to avoid being recognized in the evening. If people discovered he was gambling right after fundraising, he would probably become the target of public scorn.

The casino was located below the cruise ship, and at 9 P.M., it was crowded. Ren He even saw several girls who frequented his bar, among whom was a female star who was joyfully playing Texas Hold’em at one of the tables.

Until now, Ren He didn’t even know her name... He had no intention of getting entangled with her. All he wanted was to get back to China as soon as possible. After the incident in New York, Ren He missed Yang Xi terribly and wondered how she was doing.

While selecting songs in the afternoon, Ren He considered whether he should write a song for the female star who tipped him every day. After all, she was giving him real money every day in the hope that he would spend a night in her room. Ren He thought her intentions were incredibly naive—what a good person!

But then he thought that if Yang Xi ever found out he had written a song for such a female star, he probably wouldn’t need the National Security Agency to come after him. Yang Xi’s glare alone could kill him...

So even as a way to express his gratitude, he couldn’t do so in that manner. At most, when he left the cruise ship, he would simply give all the money he won in gambling to the female star.

Without greeting anyone, Ren He walked straight to a Blackjack table and sat down.

"Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" the dealer proclaimed.

"Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" This saying was rumored to have been coined by a Chinese dealer at Binneon Casino a long time ago. Back then, every Las Vegas casino had a dish with three pieces of chicken, potatoes, and vegetables for $1.79. The standard return from winning a bet was $2, so when you won a bet, you had enough money to buy a chicken dinner.

Ren He had heard these stories before. He knew not every dealer used this saying, but it still felt novel to hear it on the cruise ship, as if he had stepped into a story that didn’t belong to him, adopting a role he had never experienced before.

After living a second time, aside from the important things that Ren He was pursuing, he wanted to experience more of life’s different aspects, to see how people lived in the broader world, and to understand their customs and cultures.

In the first three rounds, Ren He bet the minimum chips and used this time to begin calculating the probability of the points in the cards.

Once he mastered card counting, the game became somewhat simple, with only past and future to consider. The cards that were dealt were the past, and the cards the dealer hadn’t yet dealt were the future of every gambler.

When the fourth round began, Ren He started to raise his bets, bringing all his belongings with him and only leaving himself $2,000.

Although food and drink were free on the ship for Ren He, the subconscious need to have a backup plan influenced him at every moment. It wasn’t extreme sports or a life-or-death escape, so his everyday thinking began to act up.

Having $2,000 to spare was of no particular use to him; he didn’t plan to live a life of luxury on the cruise ship. He simply felt that maybe having $2,000 might come in handy—after all, he couldn’t lose all his money.

Truth be told, someone like him could never become a qualified gambler.

The first round, Ren He won.

The second round, Ren He won.

The third round, Ren He lost.

The fourth round, Ren He won.

When a game was overwhelmed by skill, it meant that Ren He was starting his path to winning more and losing less.

No one could stay undefeated in gambling, not even Ren He, but he could reduce his losses by playing the probability and bet big when the odds were in his favor.

Ren He didn’t believe he had a talent for gambling; he just naturally had a psychological advantage in this game. First, he had the skill, and second, he really didn’t care about the money; if he lost, so be it.

Gradually, the chips in front of Ren He amassed, and the person in charge of the casino realized this was definitely not just a matter of luck. Card counting in Blackjack is considered common knowledge, and the manager was well aware that there were always one or two exceptional players in the game.

Staff had informed him that someone at table 7 had netted $300,000 in just one hour, with a win rate as high as 83%.

Many people wondered if legitimate casinos would cheat. The answer was no; when a dealer cheats to make money for the casino, their career is almost over.

They are professional dealers, not professional gamblers.

Whether taking too much money from the casino would cause problems, the answer was yes, which is why all Las Vegas casinos vigilantly guarded against card counting prodigies. And if those prodigies were caught, they would surely face dire consequences.

The manager of the cruise ship casino frowned, considering his options. Winning $300,000 wasn’t uncommon—there were always stories of overnight riches in casinos, and it was normal. If a gambler didn’t even have the chance to win $300,000, then the future business of the casino wouldn’t be too good.

Therefore, the manager decided to observe some more, to see if this young man was really card counting, or to gauge the extent of his greed.

However, just as he had made his decision, Ren He had already moved on to other games, even spending some time at the slot machines.

In fact, there’s no skill in slot machines. Ren He poured nearly $10,000 into one machine and then lost nearly another $10,000 at Texas Hold’em.

At this point, Ren He wasn’t calculating the cards in Texas Hold’em. Ultimately, he didn’t care whether he won or lost, as he was just there for a good time and didn’t lack money...

This made the casino manager quite perplexed. Observing this young man’s subsequent behavior... he seemed like a complete fool?!

Steve hadn’t been able to sleep, eager to witness the moment Ren He returned with a look of dejection. However, when he saw Ren He return with a bag full of US dollars, he felt a little dizzy...

How on earth did this guy make money in the casino?!