Chapter 249

Dostoevsky, a famous Russian writer, once wrote a famous novel called gambler, which was based on his personal gambling experience. He also paid off his gambling debts by relying on this book. Dostoevsky was buried in Leningrad, where Gregory visited when he was a child, At that time, he would never think that he would become a gambler one day.

At the moment, Gregory's card table is already full of chips, enjoying a cup of fruit yogurt, while a player sitting next to him is depressed on the card table.

"Sir, do you want to continue playing? The guests in the back are still waiting?" The Dutch official cautioned carefully.

The player slowly sat up, looked at the onlookers gathered around the card table, gritted his teeth and said, "help me change another 40000 dollars?"

"But we don't have credit here, sir!" He Guan smiles to remind a way.

The player pointed to Gregory's nose and said, "you wait, I'll come back later!" And then he slipped away without looking back. Gregory said to the waiter, "help me clean up these. I'm going to try my luck in another casino."

The man who was defeated by Gregory at the card table just now is one of the professional gamblers who often come to Taj Mahal recently. He is also the target of Gregory's visit this time. Grigory played two games with him on the card table, and he probably knew the origin of this guy. It turned out that he and Grigory both improved his winning rate by counting cards. Therefore, Grigory suggested to Yuri that the number of cards at each card table in the whole blackjack game area should be changed from four to eight. In this way, the difficulty of recording cards will be doubled. In this case, if the players need to count cards, the amount of calculation will be more than doubled. This small change makes these professional gamblers totally unable to count down.

Other people can't count, doesn't mean Gregory can't count, the amount of calculation of this difficulty is still within Gregory's range, so Gregory began his battle on the card table.

Gregory didn't win many times, but as long as he won, he would win a lot of money. So before the client knew it, Gregory not only took back the losses in the gambling house for Yuri these days, but also made a big profit. Thanks to black, the manager of the gambling house, for telling Gregory this strategy to deal with gamblers.

Blake's strategy is simple, reducing the number of wins and increasing the revenue. He told Gregory that almost all gamblers have a mentality that they always want to win when they win and always want to get back when they lose. It was with this mentality that Gregory succeeded in looting the guy.

After leaving his own casino, Gregory crossed the road and entered the Caesar Palace Casino not far from Taj Mahal. Behind him, Yuri had several people, each with two code boxes in his hand. Just like this, a group of people walked into Caesar's palace of old clement.

"Exchange chips!" Gregory stood at the counter and whispered to the cashier.

"How much?" The cashier asked with a smile.

Gregory pointed to a group of people following him and said, "100 million!"

Soon, Yuri and they opened the box, and bundles of bills were neatly placed on the counter.

"Oh, my God!"

"Honey, a lot of money!"

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Around came the sound of exclamation.

Gregory and they were soon taken to one side alone, the counting machine began to count crazily, and a dozen cashiers began to be busy. Gregory and Yuri sat on the sofa waiting for each other to figure it out. The crowd gathered around them, pointing and talking to them, while the security guards kept everyone out.

"Gentlemen, there are separate rooms upstairs. Would you like to go up and play?" The manager of the casino came respectfully and asked.

"No! We prefer to be in the hall, lively Yuri replied with a smile, and Gregory nodded.

More than half an hour later, several waiters followed Grigory with plates of large chips and came to a blackjack table. Yuri stood behind him, waiting to see a good play.

"Players bet!" He Guan shuffled the cards and said.

Gregory picked up the smallest $10000 and put it down. Soon all the guests on the table left because the chips were too big for everyone to keep up! So it's a duel between Gregory and the dealer.

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Thirty minutes later, old Clement came, squeezed in from the crowd, and the manager of the casino followed with his head full of sweat.

"What happened?" Old Clement whispered to one of the little executives on one side. The little supervisor whispered, "boss, we've lost nearly nine million!"

Old Clementine felt a pang of heartache when he turned to look at Gregory, but he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. At the moment, Yuri was standing behind Gregory triumphantly to say hello to him!

"Yuri!" Said old clement in a low, angry voice, his eyes fixed on Yuri, eager to kill him.

"Oh There was another exclamation in the crowd. Old Clement looked at the card table. A lot of chips were pushed in front of Gregor. There were millions of them. Old Clement was about to vomit blood! And the Dutch official, who had been in charge of the gambling table, now did not dare to deal any more cards. He looked pale at old clement.

"Who else is better, change someone!" Asked old clement.

"Boss, Brad is the best I've got here!" Said the casino manager, grimacing.

"He can't do it any more. His confidence is completely destroyed. He can't do it any more. Forget it, Harry, you'd better go!" Old Clement said to the casino manager.

"Me All right, boss Harry agreed with a stiff head. He came to the Dutch officer named Brad with heavy steps and replaced him.

"Now it's up to me to ask for your service!" Harry bowed slightly to Gregory and said.

Five minutes later, Harry gave Gregory a pair of five, tripled the table bet and lost to Gregory. Old clement, standing aside, covered his chest with sweat on his forehead. He said weakly, "come on, tell the guests that it's closed today. Please bring Mr. grachov to my office!"