"Please cut the cards!"
Once seated, Ye Ming settled in like he was firmly planted on the Fishing Platform, gesturing with his hand for the beautiful croupier to cut the deck. Then he looked at Qin Fang with a calm and self-assured gaze.
The initial card cut was done by the croupier, and how many cards to cut was entirely up to their discretion. Both Qin Fang and Ye Ming had no say in the matter.
The beautiful croupier stepped forward, laid her hand on the shuffled deck, and with a gentle slide of her palm, she fanned the cards out in an arc. Nonchalantly, she picked a card near the middle, slightly off-center, and cut the deck, then took less than a quarter of the deck from the end.
This cutting of the cards was one thing; which side of the deck to take after the cut was also at the croupier's discretion.
