I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 568 - 489 Mold God_2

Chapter 568: 489 Mold God_2

"No more bets!"

"Roll it!"

The gamblers urged anxiously.

"566, 17 points, big."

Looking at the three dice in the dice cup, Xue Yali’s body stiffened.

How did it come out big as soon as she switched?

She felt embarrassed and guilty for persuading her cousin to bet on small.

"Pfft..."

Vera laughed unconsciously.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

"Sorry"

Vera quickly pressed her lips together, suppressing her smile.

Jiang Chen cleared his throat and started to give advice, "This isn’t working for you; if you keep playing this way, you’ll only lose. If you want to win your money back, you’ll have to double your bets."

The concept of doubling bets was easy to understand.

It meant wagering twice the previous bet.

For example, if you lost one thousand US dollars on a bet, you’d bet two thousand US dollars on the next one, then if you lost again, you’d bet four thousand, then eight thousand...

The advantage of this, is that no matter how much you’ve lost previously, as long as you win one round, you can break even!

At first glance, it seems flawless, as if with enough capital, you could always win back your money, but casinos aren’t foolish.

Each gambling table has a maximum bet limit to prevent gamblers from endlessly doubling their bets. For instance, the maximum bet at this table is one hundred thousand US dollars, which is partly to prevent unrestricted doubling of bets.

And one must also know.

Three dice don’t just result in big or small, but if a combination like "111" comes up, meaning all three dice showing the same number, also known as "triplets", the house wins everything, and whether you bet big or small, you lose.

Therefore, doubling bets is feasible, but the risk is quite high.

Those who have lost everything because of this are countless.

Bai Haoran, of course, understood, but he didn’t say anything.

With Jiang Chen’s brains, he didn’t need reminding.

Indeed.

If one were to talk about real gambling experience, Jiang Chen only had it once, which was last year at Li Shuru’s birthday party, with Sun Xiyu and the other East Sea rich kids.

Although he had won then, it didn’t change the fact that he was actually a novice in the casino, but he was very clear about the drawbacks of doubling bets.

The reason he still suggested this to Li Shuru was to shift the risk onto himself.

Even if he ended up losing, Li Shuru, and most importantly Xue Yali, wouldn’t be under any pressure, as it would be his responsibility.

Of course.

He also didn’t believe that the sisters’ luck could suddenly turn so bad that they wouldn’t win a single round before losing one hundred thousand US dollars.

Li Shuru followed his advice. As a university student from a prestigious college, her comprehension was naturally good, and she certainly understood the meaning of doubling bets.

"So what do you say I bet on this round, big or small?"

She consulted Jiang Chen.

"Ding ding ding..."

The croupier had already started shaking the dice. The movement was pleasing to the eye, quite entertaining, and one could vaguely hear the loud collision of dice inside the dice cup.

Jiang Chen still remembered those classic gambling films he watched as a child.

The gambling experts in them had the formidable ability to "listen to the dice," predicting the score by the sound of the shake.

He didn’t know if such formidable people existed in real life. At least, he definitely didn’t have such a skill.

He could only rely on intuition.

"Big."

Li Shuru put out two thousand US dollars, placing the bet on "small."

"Sis, brother-in-law said to bet on big." Xue Yali hurriedly reminded her, thinking the surrounding noise might have prevented her cousin from hearing clearly.

But who would have known, Li Shuru quietly said, "I know."

"..."

Xue Yali was rendered speechless.

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile.

"No more bets."

Even Bai Haoran couldn’t help but step forward and look towards the gambling table.

The croupier revealed the results.

"Ah, you didn’t listen to me," Jiang Chen sighed.

"246, 12 points, big!"

"That’s a shame," Vera seemed to regret it as well.

"Sis. It’s okay, let’s go again," Xue Yali encouraged, then turned back to ask Jiang Chen, "Brother-in-law, what do we bet on this time?"

Jiang Chen stroked his chin, putting on an air of profundity as if he was pondering deeply, then after a while he said, "Big."

This time Li Shuru didn’t go against him and, following the doubling strategy, placed four thousand US dollars in the "big" circle.

"222, triple twos, the house wins everything!"

"What-the-fuck?"

Swearing and frustration erupted from all sides.

Not just those who bet on big or small, even those who placed specific number bets were wiped out.

"Nothing we can do, it turned out to be triplets."

Jiang Chen immediately distanced himself from blame, expressing helplessness.

Indeed, when triplets come up, it doesn’t matter whether you bet big or small.

"I’ll trust you one more time, what do we bet on now?"

Li Shuru asked.

"Let’s go with small, it should come out small now."

It was unclear whether he was consoling others or himself.

Eight thousand US dollars, bet on small.

"336, 12, big!"

Everyone fell silent.

Wasn’t this too uncanny?

But sometimes when luck turns against one, even cool water gets stuck in your teeth. Records of losing twenty consecutive bets on big or small exist in casinos too.

Xue Yali started to get nervous.

After all, the next bet would have to be sixteen thousand US dollars!

That’s the terror of doubling bets.

If you don’t win for a long time, the needed capital can spiral to a terrifying level.

Jiang Chen, however, didn’t seem too concerned; he just felt it was a bit too...

In his hometown dialect, it was being out of luck.

"I think you should stop playing; the luck is too bad. If you keep going, you might lose everything," Vera suggested conscientiously, as if she couldn’t bear to watch.

"It’s not about luck; it’s about the person."

"What do you mean?"

Vera looked at Jiang Chen, puzzled.

"Before you came, our luck was pretty good. Miss Vera, you couldn’t possibly be the incarnation of a jinx, could you?"

This time, Jiang Chen’s comment was not intentionally snide; he actually meant it somewhat earnestly.