You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 61
A beautiful winter day in Indiana, the coolness casts mottled shadows on the balcony of a hotel through the fragrant leaves. The cup on the table and the check are held down.

Birds chirping (zhoujiu) on the branches, and hard-working arborists holding large scissors "click click" cut all the way from the other side of the lawn, and the sound echoed softly and slowly among the tall buildings around , leaping into my ears.And all of this, in order to please the eyes of the people who are gathering to gamble somewhere in the hotel, they have to draw a good hand of cards.

Mo Mengchen holds a good hand of cards. Ever since he became an NBA player, he has learned some entertainment games that he was not interested in before. Card playing is one of them. Not only has he developed superb card skills, he also often plays from He won a lot of money from his teammates' pockets. What is annoying is that he is not short of money, and has made some successful investments in private. As a first-round pick, his salary is usually not excessive. Coupled with good financial awareness, the most important thing is that this game can also allow him to embarrass the guys who get along day and night outside of competitions and training. .

Mo Mengchen sat on the sofa, straightened his legs, and looked around at his teammates.

Hill slowly shook his body. Although he was thin, his height of more than two meters was not a joke. The chair seemed to be overturned at any time when he was squeezed. It really made Mo Mengchen worry about his body, and it only hit him in 00 Don't let your injury come prematurely by a stupid poker game, my Duke student!
Hill picked up the water glass to face the sun, intoxicated by the situation, and the playful smile on his face seemed to say: "I have been pampered since I was a child, and I have a good family education. I came out of Duke University, and I have won countless awards since I was a child. —These are enough to prove that I am better than you, even if it is a vulgar game, you guys better not play psychological warfare with me."

Although the mental activities are quite rich, but this round because the cards he drew are too stinky, he has already folded the cards.

Houston leaned forward, with an unhappy face, scratching his cheek with one hand, and staring at the cards in his hand, as if the large number of numbers written slowly gave him a headache. From his demeanor, it can be seen that his luck is not good. Great, at least this hand made him very unhappy, but he can afford to lose, not to mention his higher salary than others. The CIC king who has shined this season has recently become one of the spokespersons of Dura Electric , The endorsement contract alone is worth a lot of money.

In Mo Mengchen's view, idiots will only appear more idiots among smart people.They will compete for the position of the so-called "god of gamblers who will bring good luck" to make up for the lack of IQ and avoid things that win less and lose more. With a confused, focused face, he's in good position but has three bad cards in a row.

"Mo, I'll follow you." Mills put a thousand dollars on the table.

Mo Mengchen will never understand why this group of people like cash so much, is it not good to use checks for gambling?Clean without stacking the whole table with money everywhere.

Mo Mengchen casually counted the money on the table, he had already won three times in a row, he thought for a moment, the money would probably allow him to buy vegetables for several months.He looked at Mills' face again. If he had drawn a good card, his face would be trembling, but his face was as calm as if he had been given a paralyzing injection. To say that he was bluffing would be an insult. .

Veteran Thorpe is much more relaxed about this kind of thing, as long as he is not sure, he will definitely fold his cards.

"Too damn bad luck!" Thorpe gave up.

His voice was very deep, he leaned back in the chair, and raised his strong shoulders. You know, this is the one who has fought in the interior with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, McHale, Parish, Moses Malone, and the four major centers. Shoulder.

Then there is the last person, the No.30 pick in the second round of the Pistons this year, he has the lowest pick and the lowest salary in the team, and he is very careful about every game because he is short of money. Everyone pointed at him, and some poor relatives who hadn't visited him a few times since childhood also asked him for money every three days.

He is a typical example of a family ascending to heaven after climbing from the bottom to the top, but his salary is not enough to support the happiness of the whole family, and he has to budget carefully to support the whole family.

Reid licked his lips, his expression suddenly became dignified, his face was desperate and tragic, and he seemed to say: "This money is nothing to me, tomorrow will be better, and the God of Gamblers will favor everyone who dares to take risks." people."

He brought a lot of money today. It was the salary just paid a few days ago, and it was also the living expenses he set for himself in the next few months. After all, he still had to support his family—this was definitely not like that of Sprewell. The ravings - he's really going to support his family.

"Mo, what do you think about Reggie Miller's words?" Rhett decided to distract others' attention, and while everyone was distracted by this sentence, he was doing his final thoughts , he just has this kind of cleverness, but unfortunately he doesn't have great wisdom.

"What? He said a lot recently." Mo Mengchen said.

"Dor.Mo is good, I've seen him play in summer league, but he's never had a real starter defense before, and in Indiana, that's not going to work, and tonight's game will Prove it."

Hill recounted Miller's cannonball to the media verbatim like the person involved.

"Forget it, I'll follow."

Red ultimately chose to keep up with the bet.

Mo Mengchen moved his legs off the chair to speed up the blood circulation in his body, and said by the way: "I'll follow again, there is still a thousand knives here."

He grabbed the hand of Lol, who was standing watching beside him, and pushed the banknotes on the table to the center of the table.

In this way, the bacteria carried on these banknotes of unknown origin can be avoided. He is not gambling with banknotes like this group of reckless people. Shouldn't a person with cards like him play with checks?Doesn't that look more prestigious?I really don't know what these people think.

"He said a lot recently, I don't care." Mo Mengchen said.

Looking at the money on the table, both Mills and Rhett took a breath.

Mills was scared, and Mo Mengchen's expression gave him a sense of "you are all finished!"

"Damn it, my luck has been burned!" Mills didn't want to lose, so he directly inserted the cards into the pile of cards that had been discarded. Give me a good hand that no one can beat?"

There is only one survivor left.

Mo Mengchen looked at Reid, a student at the same level who led the team's lowest salary, what would he do next?

"Don't be fooled!" Houston supported him and Mo Meng to the end, anyway, it was not at his expense, "He is bluffing, don't forget how he won him a few days ago."

"Don't follow, Don." Hill didn't think so.

Mo Mengchen knew that he would follow, because he had already put on a posture that he could afford to lose.

Not surprisingly, Reid probably hesitated for a second, and pushed all the money out with casual and exaggerated gestures like a local tycoon with the highest salary in the team.

"Mo, I followed!"

"It's almost there," Mo Mengchen said, "Come on, let me see, what cards do you have?"

"I have a big hand." Reid turned the cards over, nervous to everyone.

Mo Mengchen deliberately wanted to make the atmosphere tense. He frowned, shrugged, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Reid's cards thoughtfully.

He saw Rhett's expression changing constantly: hope, despair, hope, despair, hope, despair.

In the end, Mo Mengchen finally finished his abuse, and turned out the cards: "Unfortunately, I got the biggest card."

"Woooooo~~~"

Rhett buried his head under the table, this time he was really going to eat dirt.

There are no nightclubs, no entertainment, and he has to rely on the nutritious meals provided by the home court to eat, and he can't give tips outside. In the next few months, he will become the top of the contemptuous class of waiters and couriers.

"Damn it, three hands of bluff actually got him a good hand!" Houston expressed his shock.

"I need to calm down." Rhett turned and walked out of the room.

Houston said: "As a student of the same grade, you are too ruthless."

"Don't play if you can't afford to lose, I didn't force him," Mo Mengchen glanced at CIC Wang, "Which guy just told him that I was bluffing? He could have saved himself from losing so badly."

Houston was choked by Mo Mengchen's words for a long time, and he was speechless for a long time before saying: "I will lend him some money."

"He won't take it," said Lore, who knew Rhett well.

"Oh, it doesn't matter whether you take it or not, the rookie should learn a little lesson, otherwise he really thinks that this little cleverness can stump Mo." Hill gave himself a third glass of red wine, "Damn it, it's so cold in here , When will winter pass? I miss the scorching sun in summer.”

Mo Mengchen asked Luoer to collect the money for him, picked up a water glass from one side and said, "I bet, this gentle scum will miss the cold wind in winter when it comes to summer."

"What a gentle scum, it's too much for you to say that." Hill said aggrievedly.

"Mo, the money"

Luoer clicked, and there must be tens of thousands in it, not including the check that Mo Mengchen brought.

In other words, with just these four cards, Mo Mengchen made a net profit of tens of thousands, and the money came too easily.

"My assistant will come to you later, just give her the money." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston had met Madeira before, and the beauty of the latter surprised him: "Mo, can I pursue your assistant?"

"It's not your turn, the famous flower has an owner." Mo Mengchen said.

"Why can't a beautiful woman wait for her real man?" Houston said regretfully.

Ask a question, do you want Dallas in the novel to be called the Mavericks or the Lone Ranger?

(End of this chapter)