0871 The Enemy Has Blended Into Our Midst

After several hands of cards in a row, there were losses and wins. The gentleman next to Lynch seemed to be unlucky and lost several hands in a row.

His temper didn't look very good either, and he was whispering dirty words in a low voice.

This is actually quite surprising. After most successful people have money and status, their personal education will quickly improve.

When you are poor, you have no choice. People’s main focus is on how to survive.

When they get rid of the most basic needs for survival and have enough surplus, people will start to pay attention to their own upbringing and moral character.

The federation has agencies that are responsible for these things, and they tell their clients how to behave like a high-society celebrity rather than a local dog in a formal suit.

Therefore, people who can still curse in public are indeed invisible at this level, at least almost invisible.

Soon the round of dealer ended, and it was the turn of the man next to Lynch who liked to talk bad words to take the dealer.

After playing for a while, the girl gradually realized that gambling was actually boring, and she started to yawn.

Lynch doesn't want to stay here anymore. He doesn't like gambling. This place is definitely not a pleasure for him.

He put all the chips on the table and left a thousand dollar chip as a tip for the chip girl.

The young girl in simple clothes stood there for so long dragging a tray. No gentleman would be so stingy and do nothing.

In less than an hour, she gained a thousand yuan, which was much better than going to work. She thanked Lynch repeatedly for the generosity you mentioned first.

"Mr. Lynch placed a bet of 10,000 soles..." The croupier presiding over the card game proactively reminded the other players on the table. This was also part of his job.

The bottom bet does not need to be reminded, but the top bet must be reminded.

Ten thousand yuan... is not much money in the eyes of people here. As a relatively famous person, he bet ten thousand yuan. In order to show respect, others must keep up with Lynch's bet.

So the other six people at the poker table also increased their bets to 10,000 yuan.

The gentleman sitting next to Lynch suddenly took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face looked a little pale.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lynch asked kindly, "Do you need a doctor?"

The gentleman suddenly grabbed Lynch's hand that was about to be raised and looked at him with a ferocious look, but soon softened, "No, no need, I'm just a little hot, it's too stuffy here."

He said and tore his collar, accidentally breaking off a collar button.

Lynch took back his hand, "Okay."

The gentleman next to him forced a smile and retracted his hand.

Seeing that nothing else happened, the dealer began to deal the cards. To some surprise, when Lynch raised his hidden card, he found that it was the same as the exposed card.

Without hesitation, he turned over the hidden cards and said, "Split the cards..."

After saying that, he took out another 10,000 yuan in chips and threw them in the betting area.

When there are identical starting hands, you can choose to distribute, double the chips, and turn one hand into two hands.

Both hands were good. Lynch glanced at the uninterested girl and threw another 20,000 yuan worth of chips into the betting area, "Double it."

After doubling, you can get another card, but it will also be suspended and you cannot get any more or do other operations.

Two cards came, but they didn't explode. It couldn't be said to be big or small. It was fifteen or seventeen points. This kind of point was easily blocked.

His poker game could be said to be over, but he unexpectedly found that the foul-mouthed gentleman next to him became even hotter.

He was covered in sweat, and the handkerchief in his hand was obviously wet with sweat. His eyes were full of panic. Lin Qi didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Maybe it's discomfort, or... fear of losing money?

He felt that this was very likely. Judging from the subtle actions of the other party, he seemed to be afraid of losing money. His eyes kept looking at his own cards and other people's cards in a panic.

This makes Lynch feel very interesting. Would someone who can spend one or two million to customize a top-grade Croft care about winning or losing for tens of thousands of dollars?

Maybe this is the hobby of rich people?

Lynch once knew a guy who was very rich and liked to play cards, but he only played card games for five yuan a card and would not participate in any more games.

Some people say that he doesn't know how to play, so he doesn't play with big things. Others say that he is too stingy, so he doesn't play with big things.

There are many theories, until he himself said that he once lost the tuition fees for his schooling and had to drop out of school to become a rich man.

What happened that day was unforgettable for him, and it became a kind of heart disease. Whenever he lost money, his heart would beat faster. The more he counted, the faster he would beat. He also liked to gamble, so he could only play cards where the winning or losing was not big. bureau.

A very strange problem can only be attributed to psychological reasons, and this gentleman may be the same.

After other players stopped trading, it was the turn of the bad-mouthed banker next to Lynch.

He uneasily lifted up his hole cards and put them back again and again, seeming to be very entangled. This move made people realize that his cards may only be in a moderate situation.

Yes, it might explode.

No, it was about the same size as what other people saw on their cards, so he was very confused.

No one urged him. After waiting for almost a minute or two, he seemed to have made a very difficult decision, "Let's take one..."

He looked at the dealer as if he was placing all his hopes on him.

In fact, even if he explodes, the compensation will only be 90,000 yuan. There is really no need to make it like this.

The dealer put a card on the card feeder and sent it over. He picked it up slowly, took a look, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"Please open the cards, gentlemen..."

According to the rules of federal blackjack, the banker opens the cards first, and the banker opens the cards last.

Everyone stared at the gentleman who liked to talk dirty. There was no blood in his face at this time, and he seemed to have lost his soul. He slowly put the cards in his hand on the table, and then opened his trump card.

"Twenty-three o'clock, unfortunately, the banker will compensate."

"Sir, you don't have enough chips on the table to compensate others. How do you settle these compensations?"

"Cash, or check?"

The dirty-talking gentleman, who was all wet with sweat, trembled his lips and spat out two words: check.

At this point in the game, Lynch was also a little tired. When people don't like to do something but have to do it, they will be very tired.

After the excitement, Penny began to feel depressed.

"Convert the whole number into a check, and these..." He picked up the remaining approximately 3,500 yuan and divided it into two parts. One part was 2,000 yuan, and he threw it to the chip girl next to him, and another one. Thousand five hundred yuan was thrown to the dealer.

The two thanked Mr. Lynch for his generosity and promised to deliver his check to his room as soon as possible.

"Let's go, go back and rest!"

Winning "big money" did not excite the girl. She said "Oh" and hung half of her body on Lynch, and the two quickly returned to the room.

There was nothing to say all night, mainly because I slept too soundly.

At nine-thirty the next morning, there was a knock on the door.

Lynch was up, but the girl was still sleeping.

Nineteen years old can also be said to be the time when the body is growing up. In addition to her high-intensity work on weekdays, it is easy to get sleepy and snoozing is quite normal.

Lynch closed the bedroom door, walked to the cabin door, and opened it.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Lynch..." As soon as he opened the door, Lynch's exclusive manager bowed very sincerely and apologized.

This surprised Lynch a little. He smiled and said, "What's wrong with you or me?"

The manager straightened up and handed a check to Lynch, "I was supposed to come last night."

Lynch took the check, glanced at it, and frowned slightly, "This is 100,000 yuan. I remember that I should be given 80,000 yuan."

The manager's face became very embarrassed and a little ashamed, "This is why I must apologize to you. The guest at the same table with you last night was not the guest invited by us."

"We don't know where he got an invitation and we only discovered the problem when he ran out of money to pay off his debt."

"We are extremely sorry for this. I know that this cannot make up for one ten thousandth of our work mistakes. No matter what you have, if you can make up for our work mistakes, please let me know!"

The female manager's attitude of being willing to sacrifice for her work anytime and anywhere made Lynch feel funny. Everyone knew that Lynch and other guests at the same table could not make excessive demands, but they asked their managers to show their behavior. The posture of agreeing to anything.

These people are cunning, that's why they can make their business so big.

"You have already compensated me..." He flicked the check and they gave an extra twenty thousand yuan. "At the same time, I hope this is the only one on this trip. To be honest, it makes me have a bad impression of you." A lot."

The female manager bent down again, bending deeply enough for Lynch to unzip, "I'm extremely sorry, Mr. Lynch!"

"I was just joking." Lynch looked at the female manager and shook his head, "Okay, I still need to rest, so..."

"I'm sorry. I apologize again, Mr. Lynch. If there is any way for us to make up for our mistakes in our work, please feel free to let me know."

"I won't disturb you and continue to rest. Goodbye!"

The female manager looked at the door that was closed again and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she gritted her teeth with hatred for the bastard in the lower cabin.

The guy who made fun of her and many people was not having a good time at this time. He was receiving cordial greetings from the company's security department every moment.

In the boiler room of the bottom cabin, a shirtless, muscular man with scars all over his body was holding a kettle in his hand.

It was filled with boiling water, and in front of him was a guy with a bruised nose and swollen face. If Lynch were here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance.

He was the guy last night who was sweating all over and liked to talk dirty.

"I admire your endurance, and I hope you can make me admire you so much..." The kettle in the strong man's hand began to tilt, and hot boiling water gushes out of the spout and falls on the embarrassed man's calf. .

The pain caused by the high temperature caused a surge of power in his body to scream, but this was definitely not the end.

After pouring a pot of boiling water, the muscular man took out a wire brush used to remove rust and brushed the half-cooked calves vigorously.

Within thirty seconds, the bones were clearly visible.