673 658. Finally Waiting For You (4/5)
Chapter 673 658. Finally Waiting For You (45)
This time the game was played bigger, and the speed of entry and exit was faster.
The limit has almost been increased by ten times, but Anderson's playing time this time is not much longer than yesterday. The cash of 900,000 New Zealand dollars was all sold out before 1:30 in the morning!
After the last stack of large chips was pushed out, Anderson slumped on the chair. He stared blankly at the two blackjack cards of J and A on the opposite side of the table, feeling at a loss for a moment.
After watching for two full minutes, he stood up abruptly, hit the table with his fist and shouted angrily, "Impossible! There must be ghosts! I can't lose like this!"
Manager Maori said calmly: "Mr. Anderson, we changed the cards halfway, and we used the cards you brought, right? How do you think we cheated? If you insist that we cheated, okay, I'll give you the money tonight I'll return it to you, but don't enter the casino again, this kind of man who can't afford to lose is too insulting to the casino!"
Anderson opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said, "You're a ruthless guy! But I don't accept it, I still have money, I'll go back and get the money, but I want to be a banker!"
"Okay, whatever you want!" Maori Manager grinned.
After he left, the waiter in the VIP room asked, "Boss, if this guy really wants to get back the 900,000, will you really give him back the money?"
The Maori smiled grimly and said, "How is it possible? Let him have a dream!"
"You're sure he still has money?"
"It's not a day or two since we came to the town. Don't you know the size of the department store? At least a thousand cars stop in front of them every day. How much is that? He must have embezzled a lot of money!"
"Then, are you really letting him sit in the manor?"
"Of course buddy, does it matter who is the banker?" The Maori clapped his hands, and a large pile of playing cards fell out of his sleeves.
Anderson didn't know these things, but Wang Bo recorded them all with a VCR.
Half an hour later, he came back with the suitcase again and entered the VIP room. He opened the suitcase, revealing a million cash in it, neatly arranged.
"I'll be the dealer!"
"Of course!" The greedy look on Maori Manager's face disappeared, and what remained was a gentle smile.
Wang Bo enlarged the sand table, lay on the bed and watched the gambling in the room leisurely.
He adjusted the angle to watch Manager Maori's movements, and captured every movement he made with precision.
Chips change intermittently, sometimes increasing and sometimes decreasing, but the overall trend is decreasing.
Anderson's expression became more and more crazy. He changed all the objective factors that he could control, such as sitting on the banker, changing cards, changing tables, changing positions, and changing rooms.
Except opponents.
Manager Maori had been betting against him all the time, and Anderson didn't suspect him, but the manager had already taken off his coat, leaving only a T-shirt on his upper body, and he couldn't tell that he was cheating in the face.
Wang Bo could see clearly, this is his home court, how could he let you know how he cheated?
Because it is a VIP private room, people keep coming in to deliver drinks and desserts. Every time someone passes by the Maori manager, there will be a card to switch.
Manager Maori likes to play with chips. In fact, these chips are filled with paint. He constantly plays tricks on the back of several key big cards—J, Q, K, and A, so that he can always get the cards he wants.
They used a card shuffling machine. I don’t know what’s going on with this machine. Wang Bo noticed that it can detect the amount of the cards and then shuffle the cards in a directional way. Although Anderson deals the cards, the number of cards is beyond his control... …
This time it took a little longer, and at 2:30 in the morning, the chips in front of him disappeared completely!
Anderson stood up staggeringly, with a distraught face on his face: "No, no, no, how could this happen? It's impossible? My luck can't be so bad! Impossible! Definitely, definitely, definitely..."
Muttering in a mess, he immediately limp and fell on the table.
Manager Maori put his coat on him and shrugged: "Yes, there must be ghosts, but so what if there are ghosts? Can you catch them? Get a good sleep, and you have to thank me for being in your coffee Prescribe the medicine, or you will collapse by now!"
After clearing the chips and cards, he said to a young man: "Let Julia come in and take some good pictures with this guy. If he wakes up tomorrow and makes trouble again, then threaten him to show these pictures to his wife and children." .”
The manager left, a girl with heavy make-up came in, someone helped him undress Anderson, and then the two tumbling on the gaming table.
Of course, Anderson didn't have any awareness, just judging from the photos that the battle was fierce.
Wang Bo is not interested in this, he has his eye on the Maori manager, earning at least 2 million in two days, this is a very amazing record, he will definitely take credit for it.
Indeed, after entering the financial room, he made a phone call. The voice on the phone asked him to send the money, but he said helplessly: "I don't know what the police in Sunset Town are doing. They have blocked the road during the day and night." Spot checks, I'm worried about them finding the money and finding our casino."
The news that Wang Bo wanted to hear finally sounded: "Okay, I will go there in the next two days to see what's going on. Put the money away first and lock it in the safe!"
Manager Maori put the money and photo negatives into the safe, which was full. Wang Bo estimated that there was still 500,000 to 600,000 New Zealand dollars in it.
Anderson asked for leave the next day, but he refused to answer Wang Bo's calls. It is estimated that he is not only afraid of gambling, but also afraid of his marriage. Those photos threaten him more than money can match.
In the evening, a decent Volkswagen Phaeton drove into Sunset Town.
There were four people in the car. They first went to the supermarket to buy some things, then had a full meal at Kobe's restaurant, and then went to the Flaming Mountain Bar to have fun until midnight.
Finally, the car drove to Maori Village.
Wang Bo arranged for Uncle Bing to get stuck in the car, checked them halfway, including all their luggage, and even put on a show with a young man to dispel the other party's plan to leave with money.
Manager Mao Li was waiting at the door, and the co-pilot of the Phaeton got off a middle-aged white man with a serious expression. When he saw him, Manager Mao Li immediately showed a flattering smile and greeted: "Boss Crocodile, you are here."
The middle-aged Caucasian man called the Alligator Boss has a strong body and is wearing a decent cashmere suit. He doesn't look like a hooligan or a villain, but he knows what he knows and what he doesn't know. Wang Bo has judged from the reactions of the people around him. It was the person I was looking for.
He pinched his nose and called Uncle Bing and Atulu: "Call Sergeant Smith and borrow a team of people to come over and use it. Be alert tonight, and there may be a surprise attack."
"Yes, boss!" The policemen, who had been holding back for several days, suddenly became refreshed.