forced to be rich

Chapter 13 Want to steal a chicken again? (Please bookmark, please recommend!)

"Wonderful!"

This is the voice of the beautiful dealer.

Starting from deliberately discarding cards to start the layout, giving others a psychological hint of a strong dog, to setting a trap, luring the prey step by step, and finally delivering a thunderous strike.

Meticulous thought, precise calculation, rigorous layout, bold and decisive.

She has been a croupier for several years, and she has also worked as a croupier in the VIP room of the casino. Bets much larger than this are commonplace, but it is rare to see such a wonderful chicken stealing game.

Link after link, keen observation, and control of human nature are all done in every detail.

The result is even more enjoyable.

"Bah!"

A 500 face value chip fell into the hand of the beautiful dealer.

The beautiful croupier looked up at the direction where the chips were being thrown, and seeing that it was Zhou Ye, she smiled sweetly and lightly accepted the chips with a hook of her little finger.

tip.

This is not a formal casino, and there is no rule on how much or how much tips must be given, it all depends on the mood of the gamblers.

500 tip is a lot.

When Meng Xinyao saw Zhou Ye pretending to be a tycoon, and the tip was a week's food expenses, Meng Xinyao immediately refused, and secretly pinched him on the waist.

"hiss……"

Zhou Ye was nodding to the beautiful croupier when he suddenly felt a pain in his waist and almost jumped up.

"Are you rich? If you win, you'll be up to the sky!" Meng Xinyao whispered in his ear.

"This is a tactic. I will give it, but Chen Ming won't. Didn't you see that kid's face is already lost?" Zhou Ye explained helplessly.

"Hmph! Don't flirt, you're playing my boyfriend now, you have some work ethic, okay?" Meng Xinyao pouted and was very dissatisfied with him.

"All right, I'm going to pretend, don't interrupt." Hearing what she said, Zhou Ye could only obey her.

On the other side, Fatty Zhao, who had been watching coldly, refreshed his understanding of Zhou Ye again in his heart.

Shrimp and pig heart, ruthless!

Not only did he win against Chen Ming, but more importantly, the blow to Xu Erdan's psychology was even more devastating.

A chicken was stolen, and the neighbor helped catch the chicken thief, but he still didn't win?
If the stakes are high, then you have to faint.

Didn't you see that kid Xu Erdan's hands were shaking?
Money is a trivial matter, and IQ is completely crushed by others, this is the nuclear bomb.

"Wendy, go to the bar and have a drink."

Fatty Zhao is much older than the dicks present here, and his business is bigger.

He usually has some status among the douchebags, but when he saw Xu doudan showing signs of breaking out, he asked him to go to the side to rest and calm down.

After all, this is a private gamble, and there are big leaders in the city outside, so it is not good for anyone to make trouble.

"Brother Zhao..."

"It's only tens of thousands of dollars."

"All right!"

Xu Erdan also thought of the key point, stood up and gave Zhou Ye a vicious look, and went to the bar next to him to drink.

Get one!
Zhou Ye packed up his chips and stared at Chen Ming who was opposite him.

And his eyes were no longer as indifferent, playful and disdainful as before, now they were like a tiger out of its cage staring at its prey with ferocity and bloodthirsty.

Chen Ming repeatedly made trouble and humiliated himself, Zhou Ye was completely angry in his heart.

He is modest and easy to talk, which doesn't mean he has no temper. Since the other party has already determined that he is an enemy, what's the matter with pretending, just tear your face and do it.

Even if there is no system task, he will give this hot bastard a hard time.

"Look at your sister! It's just a win, what a power!"

Chen Ming was terrified by Zhou Ye's aggressive gaze, and fought back with a gloomy face.

"Hmph! Your obscene reflexes show that you are guilty!"

Zhou Ye snorted coldly, his face was covered with frost, and mocked.

"Dirty reflex?"

Not only Chen Ming, but none of the people here knew what Zhou Ye's new term meant.

Dirty is nasty, what the hell is reflex?

"Oh! You don't understand this?"

Zhou Ye sneered, and continued to stare at Chen Ming who was hugging the tender model.

"Then I'll kindly explain to you that when your prefrontal cortex isn't turning you on, promiscuity can get you a lot of the dopamine you need, what neurobiologists call the 'dirty reflex,' get it? Read more books in the future!"

Grass!
You use scientific terms and you don’t even know what they mean!
This is mocking Chen Ming for not being happy at the gambling table, and he can only find a little solace from the young model beside him.

So poisonous!
So angry!

Chen Ming was about to explode, he stood up abruptly, pointed at Zhou Ye and shouted, "Boy, wait for me!"

Zhou Ye didn't use indifference or sarcasm this time, but stood up and said coldly: "Do you think that the whole battle cry can help you improve your combat effectiveness? I will beat you ten times for a hot chicken like you!" Believe it or not!"

"Zhou Ye, it's over!"

Fatty Zhao saw that the scene was a little out of control. He looked at Meng Xinyao who was sitting aside and said helplessly: "Sister, let's go out to play. Don't hurt your friendship, right?"

Meng Xinyao looked at Fatty Zhao, understood what he meant, and pulled Zhou Ye's sleeve to keep him from getting excited.

At the same time, she felt a little weird.

Although Zhou Ye likes to make cheap jokes, he is generally a very peaceful person, like a rabbit when he is quiet.

It didn't really make him anxious, usually he wouldn't lose his temper, but now he looked like a wild beast.

The look of swearing at each other made her who was sitting next to her a little scared.

If, as he said, he was pretending to scare Chen Ming, wouldn't he be pretending too much?

For a moment, she didn't even recognize him.

"Brother Chen, you are not suitable for playing anymore." Fatty Zhao turned to look at Chen Ming and persuaded him.

He could see it.

Zhou Ye's routine is to be soft first and then hard, trying to make Chen Ming's mentality unbalanced.

Mental imbalance has only one word on the gambling table, lose!

Fatty Zhao was also worried that something would happen to Chen Ming, so he reminded him.

"Brother Zhao, I'm fine, continue!"

How could Chen Ming admit defeat? He took a few deep breaths and continued to stare at Zhou Ye.

Fatty Zhao saw that he didn't listen to the persuasion, and didn't speak any more. He looked around at the dicks next to him, and seeing that they were all right, he asked the dealer to continue.

Of course those bastards are fine.

When two tigers fight, there is bound to be a wound. When there is chaos, it is when they fish in troubled waters. Everyone wants to win money, right?
At this time, the gaming tables in the side hall were not full. After all, it was only 8:[-], and many people were still exchanging feelings in the outer hall.

So no one came to fill the vacancy left by Xu Erdan.

7 people continue to start.

Blinds, cards dealt, community cards.

"Ace of Hearts, 2 of Clubs, 2 of Hearts"

The starting hand is a pair of aces, two flushes, a straight, a very good community card.

Several people in front placed their bets one after another, and it was Zhou Ye's turn.

"Don't go!"

Zhou Ye glanced at the hole cards and threw them away.

"You're a fucking dog, aren't you?"

Seeing that he didn't follow such a good card, Chen Ming gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Zhou Ye stared at him blankly without speaking.

"Stupid!"

Chen Ming didn't even know what illness he had, so he didn't care about him with his mouth crooked.

Fatty Zhao was lucky and bought a straight at A2345 and killed an all in.

And the one who was killed was Chen Ming's three-of-a-kind 2, and he directly lost a little more than 8 yuan, plus the [-] yuan he lost to Zhou Ye in the previous game, almost all the previous wins were thrown back.

"Feng Shui takes turns, Brother Chen is getting excited twice, take it easy!"

Fatty Zhao returned to his roots and began to feel complacent.

"Humph! Just wait and see!"

Chen Ming snorted unconvinced, and turned his head to see Zhou Ye who was still staring at him in a daze and didn't speak, he was immediately angry from the heart.

"Look at your sister!"

"Can't afford it? Then go to another table!"

"There are a lot of idiots this year!"

"Not more than you!"

"..."

If he could stare someone away with his eyes, Zhou Ye would really want him to get out immediately, so that he could complete another target.

The game continues.

"J of Hearts, 8 of Clubs, 3 of Diamonds"

Public cards suck.

"Mr. Zhou, please place your bet."

"200!"

Zhou Ye looked at his hole cards and quietly threw out two chips.

Good cards don't follow, bad cards follow?

This is not a scene from the God of Gamblers movie!

Look at other people's God of Gamblers movies, which one is not a straight flush and a straight flush duel all in.

How are you, when you encounter a good flop, you lose your cards in the first round, and you raise when you encounter a bad one. What kind of trouble is this?
The dicks were a little confused by Zhou Ye.

This can't be blamed on them. After all, these bastards are not professional gamblers, and they don't usually have too many opportunities to go to the casino. They watch a lot of movies and TV, and they always think about those well-designed plots.

As everyone knows, those god-level duels in movies are very difficult to come across.

Killing people with bad cards and duels with bad cards is the reality of Texas Hold'em.

Moreover, when a master encounters a weak opponent, the last thing he wants to encounter is the best public card.

The reason is simple, too much brainlessness and chance.

What do masters rely on?
It relies on extraordinary memory, super observation, fine calculation, extraordinary judgment, superior IQ and EQ.

Luck is secondary in the eyes of masters, they only believe in themselves.

Seeing Zhou Ye's end, several people were taken aback for a moment, and became vigilant in their hearts.

This guy has a criminal record, so he can't help it.

"Follow 200!"

"Follow!"

"with!"

"..."

Everyone followed suit, and the beautiful dealer turned over the fourth community card.

"Ace of Spades"

Good card!

With A everything is possible!
Without any hesitation, Zhou Ye threw out a chip of [-].

This bastard!
Adding directly from 200 to 10, the public card does not have a flush, and the straight is not a straight. Does this guy have K, Q, and [-] to bet on a straight?
According to the existing community cards, the final largest card formed is a straight.

If you have two of K, Q, or 10 in your hand, or a pair, it is really worth betting on the last one.

"with!"

Er Dan, who was sitting on Zhou Ye's left, silently made a bet.

"Don't go!"

The next player folds.

"with!"

Another follow up.

"The public card is good, [-] to buy the last one, it's worth it, let's go!" Fatty Zhao also bet.

The fourth card of [-] is relatively high, and no one has raised until now.

The latter two also silently followed the bet.

It was Chen Ming's last turn.

"Hmph! I won't be fooled by you, don't go!"

Chen Ming got smart this time and lost his cards.

Although the words are beautiful, in fact, his cards are too bad. A 7 and a small 2 are just a little bit stuck with the public card, and there is no hope of winning.

"You're a fucking dog, aren't you?"

Zhou Ye didn't look at others, just stared at him, and returned exactly what he said just now.

"Stupid!"

Chen Ming couldn't take advantage of his mouth, so he could only turn his head and flirt with the tender model, so that he could not see it.

"Queen of Spades"

The last public card is turned over, and it is also destined that in this round, the straight of A, K, Q, J, and 10 is the biggest.

"2 million!"

Zhou Ye threw two [-] chips with his face sinking like water.

Dolls again?

All in as soon as someone raises?

This is the most common and practical tactic in Texas Hold'em, and it is called backhand in some places!

If you raise first, if your opponent does not raise or follow, it will be a big deal. In this way, the first bet side bears a great risk, but the reward is also great.

As long as the cards are good, other players raise and return all-in, they can completely control the situation and scare away most people with low cards or bad mentality.

Of course, this is based on the premise of having confidence in your own cards.

"Hehe! My brother is so fierce! My brother is not going!"

Before it was Fatty Zhao's turn, he lost the card directly, the last card that didn't buy him, and he was a little afraid of Zhou Ye.

"Hmph! I want to steal chicken again, but I really don't believe you have 10 or K in the hole, I'm all in [-]!"

And Er Dan, surnamed Huang, who was sitting on Zhou Ye's left, looked at the chips on the table, and excitedly pushed out all the nearly [-] chips in front of him.

"Great!"

This trick is really powerful. When the cards are good, grab the all-in before you can fight back, and at the same time prevent the opponent from playing psychological tactics to steal chickens.

Seeing that Huang Erdan was determined to win, the others looked at their hole cards and could only give up.

In the end, only Zhou Ye remained silent.

(End of this chapter)