This time the gambling was bigger and the moves in and out were faster.
The limit was almost increased tenfold, but Anderson's playing time this time was no longer than yesterday. The 900,000 New Zealand dollars in cash were all used up before 1:30 in the morning!
After the last pile of large chips was pushed out, Anderson slumped down in his chair. He stared blankly at the two blackjack cards J and A on the opposite side of the table, confused for a moment.
After watching for two full minutes, he stood up suddenly, hit the table with his fist and shouted angrily: "No way! There must be something wrong! There is no way I can lose like this!"
The gross profit manager said calmly: "Mr. Anderson, we changed the cards midway and used the cards you brought, right? How do you think we cheated? If you insist that we cheated, fine, I will give you the money tonight I'll give it back to you, but don't go into the casino again. This kind of man who can't afford to lose is such an insult to the casino!"
Anderson opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and said: "You are a cruel fellow! But I don't accept it. I still have money. I will go back and get the money, but I want to be the banker!"
"Okay, whatever you want!" said the Maori manager with a wide smile.
After he left, the waiter in the VIP room asked: "Boss, if this guy really wants to get back the 900,000 yuan, will you really return the money to him?"
The Maori smiled ferociously and said, "How is that possible? Let him dream!"
"You think he still has money?"
"We don't come to town for just one or two days. Don't you know the scale of department stores and supermarkets? At least a thousand cars stop in front of them every day. How much does that cost? He must have embezzled a lot of money!"
"Then, do you really want him to take charge?"
"Of course, buddy, does it matter who is the banker?" The Maori clapped his hands, and a lot of playing cards fell out of his sleeves.
Anderson did not know these things, but Wang Bo recorded them all with a video recorder.
Half an hour later, he came back with the suitcase again and entered the VIP room. He opened the suitcase and revealed one million cash inside, neatly placed.
"I'll be the banker!"
"Of course!" The greedy look on the Maori manager's face flashed away, and what remained was a gentle smile.
Wang Bo enlarged the sand table, lay on the bed and watched the gambling in the room leisurely.
He adjusted the angle, specifically watching the movements of the Maori manager, and captured every one of his extraordinary movements with precision.
The chips change intermittently, sometimes increasing and sometimes decreasing, but the overall trend is decreasing.
Anderson's expression became more and more crazy. He changed all the objective factors that he could control, such as sitting on the bank, changing cards, changing gambling tables, changing positions, and changing rooms.
Except for the opponent.
The Maori manager had been betting against him, and Anderson suspected him, but the manager had already taken off his coat, leaving only a T-shirt on his upper body. There was no evidence of cheating in person.
Wang Bo saw it clearly. This is his home court. How could he let you know how he cheated
Because it is a VIP private room, people are constantly coming in to deliver drinks and desserts. Every time someone passes by the gross profit manager, the card will be switched.
The gross profit manager likes to play with chips. In fact, these chips contain paint. He constantly plays tricks on the backs of several key cards - j, q, k, a, so that he can always get the cards he wants.
They used a card shuffling machine. I don’t know what happened to this machine. Wang Bo noticed that it could detect the amount of cards and then perform directional shuffling. Although Anderson dealt the cards, the number of cards was not under his control...
This time he held on a little longer, and by 2:30 in the morning, the chips in front of him had completely disappeared!
Anderson stood up unsteadily, with a look of despair on his face: "No, no, no, how could this happen? This is impossible? My luck can't be this bad! It's absolutely impossible! Definitely, definitely, definitely... "
He muttered indiscriminately, and then his body fell limply on the table.
The Maori manager put his coat on him and shrugged: "Yes, there must be a ghost, but so what if there is a ghost? Can you catch it? Have a good sleep, you have to thank me for being in your coffee Take the medicine, otherwise you would collapse by now!"
After cleaning up the chips and cards, he said to a young man: "Let Julia come in and take some good photos with this guy. If he wakes up tomorrow and still makes trouble, threaten him to show these photos to his wife and children." .”
The manager left, and a girl with heavy makeup walked in. Someone helped him strip Anderson naked, and then the two started writhing on the gaming table.
Of course, Anderson didn't have any consciousness, and it was only from the photos that the battle was fierce.
Wang Bo was not interested in this. He focused on the gross profit manager and earned at least two million in two days. This was a very amazing record. He would definitely take credit from his superiors.
Indeed, after entering the finance room, he made a phone call. The voice on the phone asked him to send the money, but he said helplessly: "I don't know what the police in Sunset Town are doing. They have blocked the road day and night. Doing spot checks, I'm worried about them finding the money and finding our casino."
The news that Wang Bo wanted to hear finally came out: "Okay, I will go there in the next two days to see what's going on. Put the money away first and lock it in the safe!"
The gross profit manager put the money and photo negatives into the safe. The safe was full. Wang Bo estimated that there was still five or six million New Zealand dollars in it.
Anderson asked for leave the next day, and he didn't answer Wang Bo's calls. He was probably not only afraid of gambling now, but also afraid of his own marriage. Those photos were a threat to him that money could not compare with.
In the evening, a decent Volkswagen Phaeton drove into Sunset Town.
There were four people in the car. They first went to the supermarket to buy some things, then had a feast at Kobe's restaurant, and then went to the Flaming Mountain Bar to party until midnight.
Finally, the car drove to the Maori village.
Wang Bo arranged for Uncle Bing to jam the car, check them once on the way, including all their luggage, and even brought the strong man to show off, so that the other party would give up the plan of leaving with money.
The Maori manager was waiting at the door. A middle-aged white man with a serious expression got out of the Phaeton co-pilot. After seeing him, the Maori manager immediately showed a flattering smile and greeted: "Boss Crocodile, you are here."
The middle-aged white man called the Crocodile Boss has a strong build and wears a decent cashmere suit. He doesn't look like a gangster, but he knows people but doesn't know his heart. Wang Bo has already judged from the reactions of the people around him that this man is a gangster. That's the person you're looking for.
He pinched his nose and called Uncle Bing and Atulu: "Call Sergeant Smith and borrow a team of people to use. We will be on guard tonight. There may be a surprise attack."
"Yes, boss!" The policemen, who had been holding back for several days, suddenly became energetic. (.)