My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 289 - 201: Is My Wealth Fortune... That Distorted?_3

Chapter 289: Chapter 201: Is My Wealth Fortune... That Distorted?_3

"What are the features of that deadbeat dog?"

"The guy is a junkie, with dark circles under his eyes and an obvious bald spot on the side of his forehead, so he got the nickname ’Deadbeat Dog’!"

"Good! Let’s split up and look for him!"

Brother Biao nodded slightly and handed a handful of chips to Wang Zhao Ping and another.

"You two take these and find a spot to play a few rounds. Today, Laozi wants to test his luck!" he said loudly on purpose, then walked towards a gambling table.

The other two also took their chips and dispersed, each searching for their target.

Most of the tables in this underground gambling den were playing "Baccarat."

It’s the card game often seen in movies and TV shows where you bet on "banker" or "player."

Players could freely bet on "banker" or "player"; the croupier would deal two hands of cards, and the hand with the larger total won. Finally, the market maker would take a 5% commission from the winners.

However, in most underground gambling dens, the waters run deep.

For example, the market maker rigging the game, collusive betting, croupiers controlling the cards, stooges... just to name a few.

The croupiers dealing cards in casinos are often "professionals" brought in from Southeast Asia.

There were many cheating tactics at the tables, and with a flick of the croupier’s hand, cards could be switched without many people ever noticing.

Even at some tables, the playing cards had been treated with chemicals. Wearing a pair of specially made contact lenses, one could see the marks on the cards.

The casino controlled the win or lose of every game.

Some places could make millions in a day.

"Nine out of ten bets lose" is just to console people; "ten out of ten" is the more likely occurrence.

Wang Zhao Ping came to a gambling table.

An electronic screen kept track of the previous games, and below it were the table’s betting limits.

The minimum bets were 1,000 yuan, 2,000 yuan, and 3,000 yuan, respectively.

He pretended to study the patterns of the game but from the corner of his eye, he scanned the crowd at the table, looking for the suspect.

No luck! Next table!

After visiting two or three tables without spotting the suspect, Wang Zhao Ping suddenly noticed that little Xiao Huang had been quietly watching him.

Obviously, his behavior of watching without betting had aroused suspicion.

With no other option, he placed the smallest bets on the table.

Then he joined the surrounding gamblers in shouting, "Third side, third side!" trying to blend in more as a gambler.

"Player nine points."

"Lost again!" The gamblers sighed collectively.

"Ahh!" Wang Zhao Ping exhaled in frustration, cursed their bad luck, and then moved on to the next table.

As he reached the next table, his eyes lit up.

Because the man sitting in the middle had...

Dark circles and a bald spot on the side of his forehead... a complete match!

Found him!

"Damn!"

Deadbeat Dog slapped the table in frustration; Wang Zhao Ping noticed there were only a few chips left in his chip box, indicating he was losing quite badly.

Wang Zhao Ping found an empty seat at the table, placed a few random bets, and kept an eye on Deadbeat Dog.

After about fifteen minutes.

"Damn it! Losing streak today!" Deadbeat Dog finally lost all his chips.

"Bring me another 50,000 in chips, charge it to my account!"

However, Deadbeat Dog clearly had no intention of stopping. Like a gambler blinded by loss, he started to borrow money from the casino.

Of course, the casino offered loan services, with very high-interest rates.

But it seemed Deadbeat Dog was a regular, so without hesitation, the croupier had someone record a debt of 50,000 yuan.

"Hmm! He just exchanged 50,000, and it looks like he has the ability to repay. This Deadbeat Dog must be quite wealthy.

Nine out of ten times you lose, but considering he gambles regularly yet still spends generously, he must have a stable source of income..."

Wang Zhao Ping analyzed in his mind.

Another half an hour passed...

"Damn this rotten luck! I didn’t wash my hands before leaving home today! I’ll double up and earn it back tomorrow!"

Deadbeat Dog stood up cursing because he had once again lost all his chips.

Seeing this, Wang Zhao Ping hurriedly got up, preparing to call Brother Biao and another to follow Deadbeat Dog.

But when he reached the table where Cheng Biao was playing, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Uh..."

Looking at the towering stack of chips in front of the other party, and the envious gazes of the surrounding gamblers, he felt somewhat bewildered.

This...

Are you sure you’re here to help me find someone?

It wasn’t just him who was bewildered; Brother Biao himself was sitting at the gambling table, his face a picture of confusion.

I really came here to find someone!

Gambling, that was just a farce.

Besides, the Captain of the Criminal Police was sitting right next to him; even the most vicious gambler wouldn’t dare think of winning money!

But once he sat down, he just kept winning and winning.

I bet on the Market Maker and won, bet on the Player and won again.

He didn’t believe in curses and bet a few more times, and then it turned out like this...

Looking at the chips in front of him.

He had won a good two to three hundred thousand.

[Only when you let go of your obsessions, will the wealth you’ve lost return to you!]

So... as long as I don’t think about earning money, will it automatically find its way into my wallet?

Is my luck with money... really this abnormal?

"Hahaha! Brother Biao, look, how’s my luck today?

I won thirty thousand! My gambling luck really has been reversed by Brother Meng, hey! Uh...

Wow! Brother Biao, you’re amazing, aren’t you? It’s doubled, hasn’t it?"

Just then, Ah Xing ran over from the other side and immediately let out another exclamation.

Wang Zhao Ping: "..."

Are you two really here just to catch the autumn breeze?

But what did he just say?

Luck turned around by Brother Meng?

What the hell?

"Ahem!" He quickly coughed to draw attention.

"Brother Biao, have you forgotten that we have guests to meet later?"

After reminding the two, he then gestured with his eyes towards the exit.

"Oh right, right! Almost forgot, Master Meng truly is a divine figure! His predictions are so accurate!

Hahaha! Look at this gambling luck of mine, it’s simply divine!

Let’s go, let’s go! I must hurry to thank the Master!"

Brother Biao was quick to react, and he had a ready-made excuse.

The surrounding gamblers were all curiously speculating in their hearts about this Master Meng mentioned by the two; could he really help someone win so much money?

Only the female croupier dealing the cards twitched the corner of her mouth slightly...

...

The three of them hurriedly exchanged their chips for cash, retrieved their phones, and then rushed downstairs.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Wang Zhao Ping caught sight of a somewhat old, gray Citroën just passing by in front of him, heading toward the underground parking exit...

Wang Zhao Ping was sure, the only ones who had left before them were the ones in mourning, meaning, this car was very likely their target!

"Eh? Brother Biao, leaving so soon?" Brother Le asked in surprise.

"Yes! I need to hurry and thank the Master! Hahaha!

The Master’s predictions were too accurate! Today I really swept all before me!

Brother Le, I’ll treat you to a drink another day!"

"Uh... Okay, come back again next time!"

Brother Le watched, somewhat dumbfounded, as the three hurriedly drove off.

Then he turned to his subordinate beside him.

"What did he just say?"

"He seems to think that his ability to sweep all before him is thanks to some damn master?" the subordinate scratched his head.

The group exchanged glances for a moment.

The next moment, everyone burst out laughing...

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone thought it was a comical coincidence.

Little did they know, coincidence is just fate’s way of staying anonymous...