Rebirth: My 80s

"That woman, that woman is also a master of card counting!"

Wynn finally realized it, his eyes were as big as bells, but he couldn't figure out where Li Jiankun found so many and such young card counting masters.

Needless to say, with his connections and information resources from having been in the gambling industry for many years, he should know all the powerful card counters.

This is actually a game where top card counting experts work together as a team.

Too vicious, too despicable, too shameless!

"She also has a problem?" The manager of the monitoring department stared at Ji Jingya on the screen with a stunned expression.

In fact, they had noticed that Ji Jingya and Li Jiankun communicated from time to time before, but who would suspect that there was something wrong with the behavior between a rich man and a girl? Even if people communicate at a distance on the spot, who can think about how it will affect the winning rate of gambling?

"Boss, what should we do now?" the manager of the monitoring department asked.

The trick just now probably won't work. The rich man gambled and took the girl with him. That's a basic thing. He can't find a girl to replace her. This girl is of great use. Even if Brooke Shields is brought in, the gambling girl Even the devil cannot agree.

It’s true that there is nothing we can do. Wynn also has one head and two big heads.

The casino couldn't find any reason to kick a customer away from his girl, even if the girl wasn't cheating.

And if he couldn't get rid of Bichi, wouldn't the damn yellow-skinned monkey want to harvest him again... Wynn swallowed his saliva, not daring to imagine. Moreover, the opponent played more aggressively tonight than the night before.

"Boss, this guy has won a lot again. If you want to make him spit it out, you must not let him have experts around him to help him." said the manager of the monitoring department.

Don’t Wynn understand this? However, he couldn't think of a proper countermeasure for the moment. He suddenly looked at the manager of the monitoring department and asked, "Do you think it's possible that he can also count cards?"

"...No, you can't, right?"

Three suspected card counting masters have appeared. Wynn dare not bet on this "impossibility". He must know the certain result, otherwise even if he finds a way to get rid of Bichi, what's the use?

Can we still get rid of the yellow-skinned monkey itself?

Isn't that just driving away big customers?

"Has he ever played cards in other casinos without the help of experts?" the monitoring manager said.

"You ask me?" Wynn narrowed his eyes.

"No, I don't dare."

"Hurry up and send someone to check if you haven't already! Check the Sands Casino Hotel first. That's where he's staying, and he's most likely to be playing a few tricks there."

"Yes Yes."

Wynn has been in Las Vegas for many years and is still very well-connected. In addition, he intends to acquire the Sands Casino and Hotel. Even the Howard Hughes Medical Institute has regarded him as its number one transaction client, so he sent people to the Sands Casino and Hotel to inquire. , a message was quickly sent back:

Have!

The yellow-skinned monkey had played cards at the Sands Casino Hotel more than once.

"Bring the videotape back and tell the casino manager that I want it. It will be of benefit to him." Wynn took the big brother and ordered.

The two casinos and hotels were not far from each other, both on a casino strip. The people sent by Wynn rushed back quickly and brought back several boxes of surveillance tapes.

Wynn moved a back chair and sat in front of the video recorder in the monitoring room. He rested his elbows on his thighs, leaned forward, and watched carefully, wishing he could not believe his dog eyes.

That yellow-skinned monkey obviously didn't know how to play blackjack when he was gambling at the Sands Casino Hotel more than a week ago!

There are many details in the video that show that he is learning, like all beginners, so much so that when the hand is good, he does not double-raise; or when the hand is bad, he asks for the card and directly blows it. Case.

repeatedly.

It's not Li Jiankun's fault, his hand is indeed raw. When he went to Haojiang to fall, he was only in his forties. Not counting this life, he hadn't touched it in more than twenty years. In addition, the current blackjack gameplay in Las Vegas is also different from the gameplay at Haojiang Casino at that time.

"Boss, he is obviously a rookie!" the manager of the monitoring department said with a click of his tongue.

However, it was this rookie who, the night before yesterday and tonight, harvested hundreds of millions of dollars from their casino!

"As long as we get rid of the card counting experts around him, he will definitely be in trouble and let us rub him the wrong way!" the manager of the monitoring department added.

Lier is this Lier, the question is how to do it?

Wynn was scratching his head like crazy, but he didn't know how many brain cells he had lost. He still couldn't think of a suitable countermeasure and was at a loss.

As the night gets darker, Li Jiankun has more and more chips in his arms, and the chips are getting higher...

By early morning, Wynn's original three-quarter hair style was as messy as a chicken coop, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were glowing red, making him look particularly scary, as if he was about to bleed.

"Send someone to get closer and see how much that damn yellow-skinned monkey won tonight."

Wynn was in a state of confusion. He was a man with big dreams. He was a man who vowed to become the number one man in Las Vegas and the world's gambling king. At the same time, his experience of running a poker casino with his father since he was a child made him very clear. , the importance of service and reputation to the gaming industry.

They are two foundation pillars.

If the big customers are driven away in a grand manner, and if the chips won by the big customers are refused to be redeemed, then these two pillars will collapse.

It's hard to put it up again, maybe there's no chance.

But he couldn't bear the thought of someone constantly emptying out his property faster than robbery.

He is so difficult!

At this moment, Wynn regretted that he should not have let the yellow-skinned monkey in in the evening, even though he noticed that the dozens of wealthy Chinese people who lost more than they won also gave him some money.

But this money may not be able to make up for his losses.

The door of the monitoring room was pushed open. The manager of the monitoring department went there in person and is now back.

"How much?" Wynn asked. He had just noticed that the manager of the monitoring department was standing inside the gaming table, next to the dealer, directly opposite the yellow-skinned monkey, counting each one with his eyes.

The manager of the monitoring department pursed his lips and hesitated to speak.

Wynn's heart was pounding and he shouted: "I'm asking you how much!"

"When I counted, excluding his principal, there was almost no difference in his pocket, there were 49 million..."

Karma!

Wynn's face suddenly turned pale.

"When, when I finished counting, because he won two more games in a row, he had more than 60 million chips in his pocket."

Pfft!

Wynn couldn't sit still and fell directly to the ground.

The staff next to him rushed to help him, but he shouted away with his big hands: "Get out!"

Wynn could no longer sit idly by. After getting up from the ground, he rushed out of the control room door with a red face, panting, and transparent liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, like a beast that chooses people to eat.

In the casino lobby.

When a new round at the gambling table where Li Jiankun was sitting was about to begin, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Taiwan No. 9, table closed!"

The dealer, Old John, immediately stopped and stood aside with his hands tied.

Wynn walked to the dealer's position. He bowed slightly to the other gamblers at the table and apologized: "I hope everyone can understand. Some emergencies have occurred and I must terminate the game at this table."

The punters frowned at him, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Someone is maliciously targeting our casino and using tricks to make money crazily!" No need to follow Wynn's eyes.