Chou Ping walked out of the restaurant contentedly. Under his flawless deception, Lucy believed him, and to everyone's surprise, she pulled Chou Ping into the restroom for some passionate activities. Westerners sometimes handle emotions so straightforwardly.
Not only that, after learning that Chou Ping was her future lover, Lucy strongly opposed his extravagant behavior and returned most of the already ordered but not yet prepared dishes.
Chou Ping didn't mind, and the several thousand dollars from the returned dishes were handed over to Lucy, considered compensation after their intimate encounter.
Deceiving Lucy in this way, Chou Ping felt no guilt at all. However, under the premise that everything would reset in two days, this sense of guilt was obviously irrelevant.
Seeing that it was still early, Chou Ping casually strolled on the street and then headed to the newly opened bar.
At this time, the bar had few customers. Chou Ping ordered some drinks and enjoyed them alone.
An hour passed quickly. Just when Chou Ping was getting bored, a bright figure walked into the bar. She was dressed in a tasteful white dress and ranked among the top in terms of appearance among the European and American women Chou Ping had seen in recent years.
If it were in the past, Chou Ping wouldn't dare to approach such a woman. He couldn't bear the awkward feeling of failure. But now, Chou Ping grinned, confident that today's psychic was definitely more skilled than the last one.
"Hello, may I sit here?" the lady asked.
Keren raised her head and glanced at Chou Ping, noticing many empty seats around him.
"Can you give me a reason?" she asked.
"Miss Keren, from the beautiful City of Angels, Los Angeles, 24 years old. Are these reasons enough?" Chou Ping smiled.
Keren frowned. "Did you investigate me? Are you selling insurance?"
Chou Ping sat down casually and signaled the waiter.
"Please bring this lady a Matador cocktail."
After placing the order, Chou Ping looked at Keren.
"Miss Keren, when you entered just now, you should have seen me sitting here next to you. Do you think an insurance salesman can foresee that you will enter this bar, sit here, and drink for an hour?"
Keren was indeed surprised at the moment. What Chou Ping said was one thing, and another thing was that Chou Ping actually knew she wanted a light green Matador cocktail.
She liked that color.
Then she smiled slightly, "Although I don't know how you know these things, your way of striking up a conversation is indeed novel. However, you are destined to fail with me!"
Chou Ping grinned.
"We have a saying in China, 'Where there's a will, there's a way.' I believe my sincerity will move you!"
After chatting for a while, Chou Ping gathered some information about Keren, such as her school, graduation class, and the number of Asians in her class.
Then Chou Ping paid the bill for Keren and ended the conversation. At this time, Anderson had already finished work, and Chou Ping needed to invite him to this new bar for a drink or two.
After finishing their drinks, Chou Ping asked Anderson if he wanted to go to the adjacent place for a couple of rounds, receiving the usual response.
Exiting the bar, Chou Ping checked the time, and it was just right to go in now.
Skillfully handling the loan procedures, Chou Ping's proficiency even gave the service staff the illusion that this man had borrowed from their casino more than once.
However, after the staff specifically investigated Chou Ping's information, the records showed that this was his first loan.
Approaching the blackjack table at 21, a bald man who had just lost everything stood up, and Chou Ping, holding the chips, smoothly sat down.
As usual, Chou Ping chose to put all the borrowed $30,000 on the table. This move garnered cheers from many.
A $30,000 bet was quite rare on this table. Someone with such courage should go to a higher-level casino.
When Chou Ping left with more than half of the chips, he left behind a crowd of envious people.
In just one round, in a few minutes, he earned tens of thousands of dollars, an amount that many here could only earn in a year.
The dealer was also slightly surprised. The young man, from the beginning of the bet to leaving, seemed a bit too calm. However, with his many years in the gambling scene, the dealer couldn't see any signs of cheating on the Asian man. Moreover, to speculate that the opponent was cheating just for $30,000 would ultimately affect the casino's reputation.
While the dealer was lost in thought, Chou Ping had already arrived at another table.
Still at 21, there was a vacant seat this time. Chou Ping didn't rush to sit down; instead, he stood aside and observed.
When he saw a middle-aged man who seemed quite refined pick his nose and discreetly put the booger into his mouth, Chou Ping sat down.
After a few minutes, Chou Ping stood up with over a hundred thousand in chips, leaving behind a group of amazed faces.
"He bet sixty thousand dollars in one round. Is this yellow guy from a wealthy family?"
"Tsk tsk, his family probably manages at least one village over there, or else he wouldn't be so rich!"
Each time he sat down and stood up, it didn't take more than five minutes. Every time Chou Ping stood up, he left behind a chorus of astonishment, and each time, the amazement was stronger than the previous one.
Looking at the nearly a million in chips in his hand, Chou Ping grinned and strolled towards another gambling hall.
This gambling hall was livelier than the previous one, not because there were more people, but because everyone here was shouting and cheering.
"Go big!"
"Go small!"
Various voices calling for big or small, cheers after winning, weird cries after losing, regretful sounds—stimulating everyone's eardrums and nerves.
Chou Ping went straight to a gambling table where twenty-odd people were gathered. Among them, seven or eight were casino staff—some assisting in dealing, some responsible for payouts, and even some maintaining order at the gambling table.
One gambling table had to support seven or eight people, and the casino had to take a big cut in profits. One could imagine how much money this gambling table made in a day.
However, the gamblers standing by the side, one by one, were unusually excited and didn't feel like they were waiting to be slaughtered.
When Chou Ping arrived, a round had just finished. A gambler had bet a hundred thousand dollars on big, but it turned out to be small, and he was crying out loud.
Betting on big or small was considered the fairest way to gamble in this casino because the dice were shaken inside an automatically vibrating dice cup, completely random. In theory, the odds of winning or losing were fifty-fifty.
The reason why the casino could make steady profits was also because of big or small betting, as there were many high rollers willing to risk a lot.
The casino's rule was that if you wanted to exchange chips for cash, they would deduct one percent. In other words, if you exchanged a million in chips, after betting and returning, you'd have only nine hundred ninety thousand.