Blackstone Code Chapter 871: The enemy is mixed in with us

Several cards in a row, winning and losing, the gentleman next to Lynch seems to be unlucky, losing several hands in a row.

He doesn't seem to have a very good temper either, swearing swearing in a muffled whisper.

This is actually quite surprising. Most successful people improve their personal upbringing quickly after they have money and status.

There is no way to be poor, people's main energy is how to make themselves able to survive.

When the most basic needs of survival are removed and there is enough surplus, people will start to pay attention to their upbringing and character.

The Commonwealth has a body dedicated to this stuff, and they tell their clients how to act like a high-society celebrity, not a dog in a suit.

So people who can still swear in public are really invisible at this level, at least almost invisible.

Soon, the round of Zhuang Zhuang ended, and it was the turn of the swearing gentleman next to Lynch to sit at Zhuang Zhuang.

After playing for a while, the girl gradually realized that gambling was boring, and she started yawning.

Lynch doesn't want to stay here either, he doesn't like gambling, it's definitely not a treat for him.

He put the chips on the table and left a thousand-dollar chip for the chip girl as a tip.

No gentleman would be so stingy to do nothing when a young girl in simple clothes dragged a tray for so long.

In less than an hour, I got a thousand yuan, which is much better than going to work. She thanked Lynch for your generosity.

"Mr. Lynch bet 10,000 Sol...", the croupier in charge of the game took the initiative to remind other players at the table, which was also one of his jobs.

The bottom note may not be reminded, but the top note must be reminded.

10,000 yuan... In the eyes of people here, it is not money at all. As a well-known person, they placed 10,000 yuan. In order to show respect, others should follow Lynch's bet.

The other six people at the table also made up their bets to 10,000 yuan.

The man sitting next to Lynch suddenly took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face looked pale.

"Are you not feeling well?", Lynch asked kindly, "Do you need a doctor?"

The gentleman suddenly grabbed Lynch's hand that was about to be raised and looked at him, his eyes were a little fierce, but he softened quickly, "No, no, I'm just a little hot, it's too stuffy in here. "

He tore his neckline as he spoke, accidentally breaking a collar button.

Lynch withdrew his hand, "Okay."

The gentleman next to him withdrew his hand with a forced smile.

Seeing that nothing else happened, the dealer began to deal the cards. To some surprise, when Lynch picked up his hidden card, he found that it was the same as the open card.

Without hesitation, he flipped over the hidden cards, "Split the cards..."

As he spoke, he took out another 10,000 chips and threw them in the betting area.

When there are the same starting hands, you can choose to distribute, double the chips, and turn one hand into two hands.

Both hands were good, Lynch glanced at the girl who was not interested, and threw another 20,000 yuan chips into the betting area, "Double it up."

After doubling, you can get another card, but it will also be suspended, and you can't ask for it or other operations.

Two cards came, they didn't burst, they couldn't be called big or small, fifteen and seventeen points, this kind of point is easy to be closed.

His poker game can be said to be over, but unexpectedly finds that the swearing gentleman around him is even hotter.

He was sweating all over, the handkerchief in his hand was obviously wet with sweat, his eyes were full of panic, and Lynch didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Perhaps discomfort, or... fear of losing money?

He thinks this is very likely. Judging from some subtle actions of the opponent, he seems to be afraid of losing money. His eyes have been circling his own cards and other people's cards, panicking.

This makes Lynch find it very interesting. Would someone who can spend one or two million to customize a top-level Klove care about winning or losing so many tens of thousands of dollars?

Maybe this is the habit of the rich?

Lynch used to know a guy who was very rich and liked to play poker, but he only played five bucks a poker games and would never play any more.

Some people say he doesn't know how to play, so he doesn't play big, and some people say he's too stingy, so he doesn't play big.

There are many accounts, until he himself stated that he once lost his school fees and had to drop out to become a rich man.

What happened that day made him unforgettable and became a kind of heart disease. When he lost money, his heart beat faster. The more he counted, the faster he jumped. He also likes to gamble, so he can only play. Big hand.

A very strange problem, can only be attributed to psychological reasons, this gentleman may be the same.

When the other players stopped, it was Lynch's swearing Mr. Banker's turn.

He repeatedly picked up and put back his hole cards uncomfortably, and seemed to be very entangled. This action made people realize that his cards might be a big or small situation.

Yes, it may explode.

No, and it's about the same size as other people's cards, so he's confused.

No one was urging him, and after waiting for about a minute or two, he seemed to have made a very difficult decision, "Here's a..."

He looked at the croupier, as if putting all his hopes on the croupier.

In fact, even if he exploded, he would only have to pay 90,000 yuan. There's really no need to act like this.

The dealer put a card on the card feeder and sent it over. He slowly picked it up, glanced at it, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"Please open the cards, gentlemen..."

In the rules of federal blackjack, the dealer is the dealer to open the cards first, and the regular dealer is the dealer to open the cards after the dealer.

Everyone stared at the gentleman who likes to swear. At this time, his face was no longer bloody, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. He slowly put the card in his hand on the table, and then opened it. his trump card.

"At twenty-three, unfortunately, the dealer will pay."

"Sir, you don't have enough chips on the table to pay others, how do you settle these payouts?"

"Cash, or check?"

The swearing gentleman's lips trembled and he spat out two words, Check.

Lynch is also a little tired at this time of playing. When people don't like to do something and have to do it, they will be very tired.

After Penny's excitement, her spirits began to sag.

"Replace the whole number with a check, and these..." He picked up the remaining 3,500 yuan, divided it into two parts, one was 2,000 yuan, and threw it to the chip girl beside him. There is still 1,500 yuan, which is thrown to the croupier.

The two thanked Mr. Lynch for his generosity and said they would have his check delivered to his room as soon as possible.

"Go, go back and rest!"

Winning "big money" didn't make the girl excited. She let out an "oh" and hung half of her body on Lynch, and the two quickly returned to the room.

I was speechless all night, mainly because I slept too soundly.

There is a knock on the door at 9:30 the next morning.

Lynch is up, but the girl is still sleeping.

Nineteen years old can also be said to be the time when she is growing up. In addition to her high-intensity work on weekdays, she is easily sleepy and snooze is quite normal.

Lynch closed the bedroom door, walked over to the cabin door, and opened it.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Lynch..." As soon as the door opened, Lynch's exclusive manager bowed and apologized very sincerely.

This surprised Lynch a bit. He smiled and said, "What's the matter with you, or what about me?"

The manager straightened up and handed Lynch a check, "I should have come last night."

Lynch took the check, glanced at it, and frowned slightly, "It's 100,000 yuan, I remember it should give me 80,000 yuan."

The manager's face became embarrassed and a little ashamed, "This is why I have to apologize to you. The guest at the table with you last night was not the guest we invited."

"We don't know where he got an invitation until he didn't have the money to pay the debt."

"We are very sorry for this. I know that this cannot make up for 1/10,000 of our work mistakes. No matter what you have, as long as you can make up for our work mistakes, please tell me!"

Lynch was amused by the female manager's attitude of sacrificing her work anytime, anywhere. People at all times knew that Lynch and other guests at the same table could not make excessive demands, but they demanded their The manager appeared to agree to everything.

These people are cunning, that's why they've made such a big business.

"You've already compensated me..." he flipped the check and they gave an extra $20,000, "At the same time I hope this is the only one on this trip, which honestly makes me feel sorry for you The impression has dropped quite a bit.”

The female manager bent down again, deep enough for Lynch to unzip, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lynch!"

"I'm just joking." Lynch looked at the female manager and shook his head, "Okay, I have to rest, so..."

"I'm sorry, I apologize again, Mr. Lynch, if there is any way we can make amends for our work, please feel free to let me know."

"Don't disturb your rest, goodbye!"

The female manager looked at the re-closed door and breathed a sigh of relief, while gnashing her teeth at the **** in the lower cabin.

The guy who teased her ~IndoMTL.com~ to a lot of people is not having a good time at this time, he is receiving kindly greetings from the company's security department at all times.

In the boiler room on the lower deck, a sturdy, shirtless man with scars all over his body is carrying a kettle in his hand.

It was filled with boiling water, and in front of him was a guy with a blue nose and a swollen face. If Lynch was here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance.

He's the guy who was sweating and swearing last night.

"I admire your patience, I hope you can let me admire you like this...", the kettle in the strong man's hand began to tilt, and the hot boiling water poured out of the mouth of the kettle and landed on the embarrassed man on the calf.

The pain caused by the high temperature caused a force to emerge from his body that could scream, but this was definitely not the end.

After pouring a pot of boiling water, the sturdy man took out a wire brush for removing rust, and brushed it hard against the half-cooked calf.

In less than thirty seconds, the bones are clearly visible.