The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

When gambling, once people get addicted, it is easy to lose their minds, and no one can persuade them.

Ah Dao is in such a situation at this time.

He was playing baccarat and had lost more than two hundred thousand.

But he has no intention of stopping at all!

[-] yuan is still money paid out openly. If you add in the bottom line, it will be [-] million yuan!

Looking at the Junket Operator standing next to him with a smile on his face, I knew that if this continued, it would definitely be very troublesome.

I took a deep breath, walked over to Ah Dao, took his cards out of his hand, and threw them directly on the table: "No more playing."

When I did this, Ah Dao looked at me with a frown: "What do you mean?"

"That's almost it." I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little harder, "I have something to tell you."

Ah Dao hesitated for a moment, then stood up from the gaming table reluctantly.

I took him to the rest area, ordered a pot of tea, poured him a cup, and handed him a cigarette.

He lit the cigarette and smoked it one after another, looking towards the gaming table in the hall from time to time, obviously a little absent-minded.

"How much money did you bring here?" I asked.

Ah Dao frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

"Do you know how much you have lost now?" I asked.

He thought for a while and said, "A hundred thousand or so."

"Hundreds of thousands?" I took a puff of smoke, "One and two hundred thousand!"

He couldn't help but be stunned: "How is it possible?"

"How is it impossible? Don't tell me, you don't know that you are playing a low five?"

When I said that, Ah Dao was startled at first, and then his face darkened: "Fuck! I even fucking forgot about it!"

"How can you forget this?" I said angrily, "Then what are you going to do now?"

"What else can we do? Of course we have to win it back!"

With that said, Ah Dao stood up and walked directly towards the baccarat table.

I'm sorry he didn't listen to what I just said, but pretended to be crazy and stupid with me?

Gambling means that the more you lose, the less willing you are to stop.

Wasn't it the same when I started gambling online?

After I finished my cigarette, when I went over again, Ah Dao obviously had more chips in front of him than before.

Seeing him gambling enthusiastically, I could only stand and watch.

Ah Dao was completely selfless at the moment, his eyes fixed on the card dealer, and the unveiling of each card was accompanied by a trace of nervousness and anticipation on his face.

The atmosphere at the gambling table was so tense that you could almost touch it with your hands, and only the sound of the collision of chips and cards echoed in the air.

The dealer's tactics are clean and neat, and every time he deals cards, it seems to influence Ah Dao's mood.

He placed bigger and bigger bets, and each win or loss became more dramatic.

Sometimes he would be ecstatic, and sometimes he would be furious. His crazy eyes shocked the onlookers nearby.

His figure looked extremely persistent and even a little distorted under the light. Every time the dealer announced the result, he would subconsciously clench his fist, as if his whole fate depended on that fist.

As time went by, the chips in front of Ah Dao sometimes piled up into a hill, and sometimes disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He is no longer the person he was before. The greed and persistence in his eyes make him look more like an irrational gambler than the Atao I knew.

Finally, in an inadvertent moment, Ah Dao pushed all the chips in front of the dealer. This was his bottom line and his final madness.

All the eyes of the audience were focused on him. The air was filled with depression and uneasiness, and you could even hear your own heartbeat.

When the last card was revealed, Ah Dao finally relaxed his tense nerves, because this time, he won.

A long-lost smile appeared on his face, but there was no trace of real happiness in that smile, only relief and weakness.

But that doesn't mean he will stop. I know he will continue next time.

Watching him win and lose, it was already early morning in the blink of an eye.

The flow of people in the casino has not decreased due to time, it is still as crowded as ever.

Originally, I planned to go back to my room to rest first, but I was worried about what happened to this guy A Dao.

Finally, I asked Junket Operator to arrange a resting box for me and took Da Tu there.

After entering the box, I sat on the sofa a little tiredly. I originally planned to call Li Yan and talk to her about the past two days.

But when I took out my phone and saw the time on it, I hesitated again.

I think it's too late at this point, so I'd better wait until tomorrow.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the sofa. After probably sleeping for more than four hours, I was woken up by a burst of noise.

I didn’t know when there were several people standing in the room, and Datu stood in front of me, confronting each other.

The leader is the Junket Operator.

Seeing this scene, my heart skipped a beat. There was most likely something wrong with Ah Dao!

"What are you doing?" I stood up and looked at the Junket Operator and asked.

"Ah Dao is defeated, let you pass!"

The Junket Operator has completely lost the smiling look before, replaced by a stern expression.

Datu glanced at me, I nodded to him, and then followed Junket Man out of the box.

A few minutes later we were in a small room at the back of the casino.

There were two big men guarding the door. When they entered, A Dao was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette with a yawning look on his face.

When he saw me coming, he frowned and hesitated to speak.

"How much did you lose?" I asked.

Without waiting for his answer, the Junket Operator said: "One hundred on the counter, five hundred on the bottom. Brother Dao is a regular customer, so I can give you a discount, just give me five hundred and eighty."

When I heard this number, I couldn't help but be startled!

Lose six million in one night!

Although I was a little angry, I didn't show it. Instead, I glanced at the Junket Operator and said, "You guys go out first and let's talk a few words."

The Junket Operator shrugged, walked out with a disapproving look, and closed the door.

I sat across from Ah Dao, took out my cigarette, lit it and took a puff, looking at him without saying a word.

Ah Dao licked his dry lips. The cigarette in his hand had burned to the filter. He didn't throw it away, but took another puff.

"Lao Yang, do you have any money over there to lend me some first?"

I blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Do you think I have so much money?"

He seemed to have expected what I would say. He gritted his teeth and said, "If it really doesn't work, I can only go to Brother Jian!"

"Who is Brother Jian?"

"The boss of Warner..."

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Make an IOU with him and pay him back bit by bit later."

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered that A Dao told me before that he wanted to pay off his gambling debt. At that time, I thought it was the gambling debt of the park, but now it seems that it is not.