Chapter 215: [215] Did this money come too fast? _1

Tang Feng embraced a large platter of chips.

Among them, three were worth a million each, ten worth a hundred thousand each, and an additional hundred worth ten thousand each—it was a full platter.

“I really don’t know how to play; I’m afraid I’ll lose it all in a bit,” he hesitated, looking towards Zhou Bingrui.

“No worries, my dad just gave me ten million, so it doesn’t matter even if I lose all of it. As long as I tell him I lost it with you, he definitely won’t say anything. He might even be happy about it,” Zhou Bingrui didn’t conceal his plan and shared it with him.

Tang Feng wanted to say more.

But Bingrui couldn’t hold back his itching hand and, holding a platter of chips, dashed to a gambling table.

Left with no choice, Tang Feng casually approached another table.

This table was for playing “Golden Flower,” and it was already piled high with a large amount of chips—at a rough count, at least several hundred thousand.

He didn’t rush to join the game, but instead silently activated his scanning system.

The next second, the cards in the hands of the players all appeared before him.

He could see that the bald middle-aged man had the best hand of cards, holding a pair of Aces.

The others either had a lower pair or a single Ace.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man was too timid. After following another round, he threw in his hand.

In the end, it was the person with the single Ace who won the round.

However, he could understand the middle-aged man’s hesitation. A pair of Aces isn’t considered very strong or very weak. Most people indeed don’t have the nerve to keep going.

After all, not everyone has a system in their body that allows them to see the others’ cards.

The number of gamblers at each table was fixed; only when someone left could a new player join.

Tang Feng waited a bit longer, but seeing no one leaving, he moved to another table.

This table was for betting on high or low.

A croupier was continuously shaking a dice cup; the gamblers only needed to bet high or low to play.

Right then, one gambler left the table.

Tang Feng hesitated for a moment and then sat down.

Mao Anyi hurriedly tugged at his sleeve, “Are you really going to gamble?”

She worked at the television station after all and had previously done many legal education programs. She had seen numerous cases of people gambling until they were broke and destitute.

So, she naturally had an aversion to gambling.

“Don’t worry, it’s just for a bit of fun.”

Tang Feng reassured her with a smile, then turned his attention back to the gambling table.

Meanwhile, the croupier expertly shook the dice cup.

The dice inside produced a continuous “rattle” noise.

“Swish!”

As the croupier stopped shaking, he looked up at the crowd, “No more bets!”

A bunch of gamblers threw their chips out, some betting on “high,” some on “low,” and of course, there were also bets on “single numbers” and “number combinations.”

According to the rules of the high-low game, the sum of the points on the three dice within the cup that amounted to 4-10 was considered low, and the sum ranging from 11-17 was considered high, both with a payout ratio of 1:1.

However, if you bet on a “single number” or a “number combination,” the payout ratio was higher.

For example, if you bet on a single number, say “3,” and one of the dice showed a 3, you would win a payout equal to your bet.

If two dice showed a 3, then the payout would be double.

But the likelihood of hitting this kind of bet was clearly much lower than betting high or low.

Most people would not choose to bet on “single numbers” or “number combinations.”

Since it was his first time at the table, Tang Feng didn’t want to stand out too much.

He first scanned the system and found that the three dice showed 1 point, 3 points, and 5 points respectively, adding up to 9 points.

Right away, he tossed a 10-thousand chip into the low betting area to test the waters.

Sitting by his side, Mao Anyi’s big eyes were fixed intently on the dice cup, appearing even more nervous than he was.

Tang Feng was immediately amused by her expression.

“High, high, high…”

“Low, low, low…”

The gamblers at the table started shouting, as if the dice would listen to them.

Mao Anyi, though not as frenzied as the rest, was also softly chanting, “Low, low, low…”

“Swish!”

Amidst the shouting from the crowd, the croupier lifted the dice cup.

Just as Tang Feng predicted, the three dice showed 1 point, 3 points, and 5 points—low!

“Yes!”

Mao Anyi immediately cried out, pumping her little fists.

While some at the table were ecstatic, others were pounding their chests in sorrow—reactions were varied.

Tang Feng had guessed right and earned a payout of 10,000 in chips.

Mao Anyi’s big eyes sparkled as she whispered in amazement, “Isn’t that money coming in too fast?”

Her monthly salary was tens of thousands of yuan, which was considered a high income in Zhonghai.

But at the gambling table, you could earn ten thousand within minutes.

No wonder so many people get deeply stuck in it, unable to extricate themselves until they lose everything they have.

After the chips were distributed, the second round began.

The croupier once again skillfully shook the dice cup and then shouted, “No more bets.”

This time, Tang Feng was bolder and directly picked up a chip worth a hundred thousand, throwing it into the high bet section.

Mao Anyi thought he was being too risky; it was too late to stop him, and she could only silently fret.

Did this guy really get carried away by winning just once?

If he lost, that would be two months of her salary gone.

The rest of the players had placed their bets and started to shout again.

This time, Mao Anyi also began chanting with them, “High, high, high…”

When the croupier lifted the dice cup,

4 points, 4 points, 6 points, a total of 14 points—high!

“We won!”

Mao Anyi jumped up excitedly, her small face flush with exhilaration.

Tang Feng couldn’t help but turn around and remind her, “Miss Mao, keep an eye on your image. You’re a public figure after all.”

But Mao Anyi didn’t care, “You’ve already led me to this kind of place, what image is there to talk about?”

“What do you mean I led you here? You followed on your own accord.” Tang Feng was unhappy with her words and immediately protested.

Mao Anyi wasn’t listening and started to eagerly rub her hands together.

Seeing her like this, Tang Feng could only take out a 500,000 chip and hand it to her, “Do you want to have a go?”

He had thought she would act coy for a bit.

But she didn’t hesitate at all and immediately took the chips, “Okay.”

Tang Feng was left speechless.

It turned out that even Miss. Mao had the genes of a gambler.

Such a woman was not to be desired. If she later gave birth to a little gambler, his modest fortune would sooner or later be squandered away.