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One hundred and ten thousand was thrown in, looking quite impressive, but to others, it was just a joke. Even the Dealer rolling the dice wore a faintly mocking smile. Many people were chuckling as they placed their bets, waiting to share in that one hundred and ten thousand.
However, the outcome of this round surprised everyone; it truly came up small.
The odds for Sic Bo at this casino change continuously based on the live betting. For example, if two people bet on big and three bet on small, then if big comes up, the two who bet correctly split the money from the three who lost, and vice versa. Except for when a triple comes up, which means the Dealer wins, the casino only takes a cut from the other outcomes, making it a guaranteed profit. At that moment, only Zheng's Father had bet small while everyone else bet big, meaning he effectively had the Dealer roll a triple and wipe out everyone else.
In just one round, he won over four hundred thousand, nearly recovering all that he had lost earlier.
I recalled what Zheng Xuezhang had said the night before: “Tongsha Road? Isn’t that just a complete wipeout?”
Looking at the ecstatic father and son duo, I felt an inexplicable sensation; it seemed they were really turning things around.
After that, Zheng's Father truly dominated the game; whatever he bet on, he won. By the end, he was so caught up in winning that he occasionally lost a hand but immediately doubled his bet. Lost again? Double it! The most outrageous moment was when Zheng's Father, in high spirits from winning, dropped his cigarette on the floor and bent down to pick it up just as the Dealer opened betting again. It seemed like they thought his luck was too good and wanted to curb it a bit.
This situation might not have been fair in the casino's eyes, but before Zheng's Father could express his dissatisfaction, the Dealer rolled three threes.
With that triple wipeout, everyone at the table except for Zheng's Father lost to the Dealer. However, even though the Dealer made money, he wasn’t happy because opening betting early disregarded the rules and was meant to ruin Zheng Xuezhang and His Father's luck. Instead, it ended up allowing them to escape disaster.
As a result, the father and son duo became even more unstoppable, tearing through everything in their path! Two hours later, they had won so much money that they couldn’t fit it all into their bags; it even attracted the attention of casino regulators. Some began to suspect whether these two were cheating—how could they win so wildly?
There was certainly no cheating involved; however, they had won too much and many expressed their dissatisfaction. The casino isn’t meant for players to win money; only when you keep losing will they welcome you. Thus, Zheng Xuezhang and His Father were politely asked to leave.
Although I was displeased with such underhanded tactics from the casino, they had their muscle ready at hand; even with a hundred times more courage, I wouldn’t dare speak out. Besides, they had already won over two million today; if it weren’t for a last-minute miscalculation on a heavy bet, they would have won even more.
Once outside the casino, Zheng's Father immediately stuffed five thousand cash into my hands as thanks. I thought about it but ultimately declined because these two were too reckless. At one point during their spree, they even considered placing a million-dollar bet directly but I stopped them just in time. That time indeed would have been a wrong move.
I think gamblers like this are truly terrifying. If they had walked away after winning five hundred thousand, I would have been willing to accept any amount, but now, it's better to pass. Holding onto such unexpected wealth makes me feel uneasy.
Regardless, winning money is naturally a cause for celebration. Zheng's Father originally planned to introduce me to a few familiar faces from the casino as potential clients, but after thinking it over, I declined. Gamblers who come here, whether rich or poor, are all a bit insane; it's best to avoid getting involved with them. As for His Father mentioning those who used to run legitimate businesses, I could consider reaching out to them.
Afterward, the father and son went home to share their good news, while I headed straight back to school. Before leaving, I reminded them that since they had won money, they must remember to show gratitude. The Wealth-Inviting Spirit Child Ghost favors wealth, so they should set aside one-third of their winnings for offerings. Whether they buy paper money or melt gold before it, or even burn real cash directly, they must use one-third of the money to repay it. Additionally, three months later, I would ask Ajan Master to collect it back to avoid any trouble.
The father and son naturally nodded in agreement, expressing that since the Spirit Child helped them earn money, they must treat it like an ancestor and never act ungratefully! Seeing them so happy, I didn't want to disturb their "elegance," so I simply left.
I muddled through two days at school, and after class on Monday, Guo Senior came looking for me. He was fidgeting, making me think something was wrong.
As it turned out, he was also there to share good news. After going on a few dates with Senior Sister, they found themselves increasingly attracted to each other. Just yesterday, after watching a movie and having dinner, they shared a kiss by the roadside. Unable to contain themselves afterward, they went to a hotel room.
Seeing Guo Senior both happy and shy made me tease him: "If you feel exhausted halfway through, just give me a call; I'll be there in no time and guarantee Senior Sister will be satisfied!"
Guo Senior chuckled; he understood I was joking and wasn't offended. He came not only to update me on their progress but also to ask why Zheng Xuezhang hadn't come to class.
They both got Amulets from me and were in contact with each other, so they knew I spent the weekend "working" with Zheng Xuezhang.
I said I didn't know; maybe he won too much money and went a bit crazy.
Guo Senior didn't think much of it; he was just casually asking as a roommate and "comrade."
In the following month or two, things were calm. Occasionally, Senior Sister would come looking for Amulets from me; however, they didn't have any major requests, so they mostly bought Authentic ones just for peace of mind. The price of Authentic ones is generally not high; ordinary items start at around one or two hundred. Although I sourced them from Second Uncle at a low cost, there wasn't much profit to be made.
I felt somewhat regretful; had I known business would be this slow, I might as well have accepted that fifty thousand from Zheng's Father.
In the blink of an eye, the first half of the semester came to an end. Before the break, a few of my dormmates had already discussed going to Thailand during the holiday and unanimously agreed to have me as their guide. As for expenses, we would split the round-trip airfare and other costs evenly, and they promised to take care of my winter vacation assignments! Of course, college winter assignments mainly consist of various internships or gathering some data for theoretical analysis. Although it’s not as burdensome as in high school, with someone willing to help, I had no reason to be picky.
Coincidentally, my Second Uncle also called to ask if I could spend New Year's Eve in Thailand. This year, he might have to stay on the mainland, and since he would be busy in Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, only my grandfather and a servant would be at home.
I couldn't make that decision on my own; I had to consult my grandmother first. She is a reasonable person and understands what it feels like to spend New Year alone. At least in mainland China, there are sons and daughters-in-law for company, but in Thailand, it would truly be a lonely situation. Therefore, she had no objections and only reminded me to bring some local specialties from the mainland.
Once this was settled, my dormmates didn’t even go home; they directly bought tickets and excitedly prepared for the trip abroad.
Knowing that I was going to Thailand, my Second Uncle even bought the tickets for me and delivered them. When he learned that my classmates wanted to travel there as well, he frowned and pulled me aside, saying, “The situation in Thailand is not very stable right now; your classmates should better not go to avoid trouble.”
I replied, “They all have their own wishes; how can I persuade them? Besides, they just want to see foreign scenery; they won’t be reckless.”
Seeing my stance, Second Uncle didn’t oppose further but repeatedly reminded me that Bangkok is quite chaotic at this time; even local gangs are hesitant to roam around. He advised me not to get into any trouble. He also asked about the two amulets he sold last time; I said they were doing well and hadn’t heard of any issues—everything was fine. Second Uncle suggested that I keep in touch with clients more often since they are alumni; who knows when it might come in handy.
His business-minded thinking was a bit hard for me to accept; does one have to find utility in maintaining relationships?
After he left, a few classmates gathered around to ask who he was. When they found out he was my Second Uncle in Thailand, they expressed their surprise: “Your Second Uncle is quite handsome! He doesn’t look that old; he seems no different from a Chinese person.”
I was a bit overwhelmed by their curiosity and had no choice but to use the excuse of buying local specialties for my grandfather to escape.
The next day, we took a direct flight to Bangkok. A few hours later, we arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport. Knowing I was coming to spend New Year with him and that several of my dormmates were accompanying me, my grandfather personally came with a servant in a seven-seater luxury vehicle to pick us up.
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