novelraw Chapter 204: Win Five in a Row
Chapter 204: Win Five in a Row
"I’m not playing anymore; I still need to go out and buy some things." Lin Feng politely excused himself to the enthusiastic neighbor and gave a wave to the others who were having a great time, intending to continue walking out. Yet, after barely taking a few steps, a strange feeling welled up inside him. Something was off, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
"Why worry about shopping? You can do that any time. Play a bit more with us; everyone here needs to shop later too. It’s much better to have fun together. The dealer is on a losing streak right now. You might even win enough to cover your grocery money," Han Zi’an argued when he saw Lin Feng trying to leave. How could he let him go? Today’s game was set up for him. Otherwise, with the renown of us, the Han brothers, the Gambling Gods of Guangdong and Macau, how could we possibly stoop to running a roadside stall? If word got out, our peers would laugh their heads off.
So it was imperative to draw Lin Feng into the gamble. If he didn’t gamble, how could they execute their strategy and win against him to fulfill Qian Duoduo’s command? With that in mind, Han Zi’an tried everything to keep Lin Feng there to gamble at the roadside stand. Just by gambling with him and his brother, they were sure to strip Lin Feng down to his shorts.
"Alright, I’ll watch for a bit," Lin Feng replied after hearing his neighbor urge him to play cards again. He finally realized where that odd feeling came from—the overly enthusiastic man was not a resident of the neighborhood. Unless there was some kind of unforeseen event, he was probably a shill, specifically there to scam money.
After all, he had nothing better to do, so watching wouldn’t hurt. Maybe he really could win back the money for the New Year’s groceries.
"Exactly, come on!"
"Here, make room for our friend."
"Bro, you have no idea, the dealer seems to be really unlucky today!"
"Heh, I played a few hands and already won over a hundred bucks."
...
The neighbors, upon hearing that a new player was joining, were all very happy and quickly made space for Lin Feng. Indeed, the more people there were, the more enjoyable the game became. They could even chat and time would fly by faster.
"I’ll just watch a couple of hands; you guys go ahead," Lin Feng said as he sat down and began observing the players. He immediately noticed an issue—these two individuals were definitely professional gambling experts because the way they handled money was just too professional. Ordinary people might think they were simply quick, but Lin Feng clearly understood that such techniques were often used by professionals to practice their touch.
Moreover, seeing their hand movements, which had become so practiced and instinctive, it was clear that their identities were not just any ordinary experts. And given their Cantonese accents from Guangdong and Macau, it would be perfectly normal if they were indeed from there—after all, with so many casinos in Guangdong and Macau, it wouldn’t be surprising for a couple of gambling masters to emerge.
But why would two individuals with the status of gambling kings come to a neighborhood entrance to set up a street stall? What exactly was their purpose?
Lin Feng watched the card game from the sidelines, his eyes also sizing up the two gambling kings.
"Haha, I won again."
"Yeah, did you see? I won too."
"Why is the dealer so unlucky today!"
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The neighbors, blissfully unaware of the situation, were overjoyed with their winnings and began sharing their experiences with one another. Opportunities like this didn’t come every day, and they wanted to seize the chance.
Seeing Lin Feng sit there without placing any bets and only watching, Han Zi’an was inwardly anxious yet powerless. What was Lin Feng waiting for? If he would just start playing, the problem would be solved. He really couldn’t understand what Lin Feng was thinking. Normally, anyone would get hooked after watching and would immediately join in by placing bets—that would be the expected behavior. Why was Lin Feng so calm? Could it be that he really didn’t find winning money to be enjoyable?
Han Ziping also kept an eye on Lin Feng, noticing that he was unlike the average young person. He could stay put in the face of such an opportunity—it was truly unusual. Moreover, it seemed like he was intentionally or unintentionally focused on his own hands, which made his heart skip a beat. If he hadn’t already known Lin Feng’s detailed information, he might have been deceived by his exterior. Lin Feng obviously didn’t gamble; his observing was just a way to apply psychological pressure and make it easier for him to win.
"Haha, I won again!"
"I’m so lucky today; this could take care of my vegetable money for the whole year."
"Buddy, come on and place your bets. You’ll miss out if you wait."
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Another game started, and once again, everyone but the dealer won. Observing the dealer’s bad luck, the neighbors felt lucky and urged Lin Feng to join in the betting. Who wouldn’t be happy to win money?
"No rush; you guys play. I want to watch a bit more," said Lin Feng, shaking his head and continuing to watch Han Ziping’s hands. He was also pondering the real reason the two gambling kings had come to Tianhai—this was already the outskirts of the city. What were they doing here? Were they targeting someone specific?
"What’s there to see? The dealer’s having bad luck now. When his luck turns, you won’t be able to win money anymore."
"Exactly, why wait? It’s nice to win money with us."
"Bet quickly! Once the dealer bounces back, you won’t be able to win anymore."
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The other bystanders also urged Lin Feng to place his bets quickly while the dealer was still unlucky and they could win some money. Otherwise, if the dealer’s luck turned, they predicted that they wouldn’t win even a hair. In the blink of an eye, a few more hands were played and the dealer continued to lose continuously, indicating a really unfortunate streak.
After watching a few rounds, Lin Feng finally decided to make a move. He acknowledged that the two men were quite skillful at gambling—and at acting. Since they had chosen to start their performance, he thought he might as well join in the game.
"After watching from the side for a while, let’s start with ten bucks," Lin Feng said, pulling out a ten-yuan note from his wallet and placing it on the table, ready to start playing with everyone else.
"Brother, why are you only bringing out ten bucks?"
"Don’t be so cautious; the dealer is really unlucky right now, you can win easily."
"You should at least put down a hundred!"
"Brother, playing with just ten bucks, isn’t that a bit..."
"Bro, what can you even do with ten bucks?"
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The few people around who saw Lin Feng actually take out a ten-yuan note to play with them found it very amusing. What was this young man thinking? To play Blackjack with just ten yuan – even if he didn’t want to play, it didn’t have to be like this, did it? Ten bucks can’t even buy you a meal these days, so how much can you win with that?
"It’s ten bucks now, but it’ll be more than that in a bit," Lin Feng said nonchalantly while watching the performance of the two Gambling Kings, without giving anything away, and then picked up the cards on the small table.
Isn’t that playing a bit too small?
What does he mean it won’t be just ten bucks in a bit?
Ten bucks, how much can you win?
Does he think he’s the God of Gamblers or something?
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The neighbors, upon hearing Lin Feng speak, felt a mess of thoughts inside. They all felt that Lin Feng was a bit too cocky for his age. "It’ll be more than that in a bit" – does he think he can win every round? Although we win money here, we don’t win every game. If he could win every round, then why would he bother hanging around street stalls? He could just go straight to gambling in Guangdong and Macau, the whole world knows that’s a gambling paradise. Forget it, let’s not bother with him. How much he plays is up to him; we can’t be blamed if he doesn’t win anything.
Seeing the ten bucks Lin Feng took out, Han Ziping was so irritated his eyebrows nearly wrinkled off. Even an old man nearby played with fifty yuan, and here’s a young chap who dared bring out only ten. Was he deliberately making fun of us? If he bet ten yuan every round, how was I supposed to clean him out and complete Boss Qian’s mission? Frustrating!
Why was this Lin Feng different from other young people? Why didn’t he act with the youthful vigor and impulsiveness, but instead gave off the vibe of a steady and experienced middle-aged man? Why wasn’t this mentioned in the brief I got about him?
Oh well, ten bucks is ten bucks. At worst, I’ll let him win a few more rounds and then cause him to lose a few. It’s just a bit more troublesome, that’s all.
When Han Zi’an saw Lin Feng bringing out the ten bucks, he barely stopped himself from laughing out loud, thinking Lin Feng was way too cautious. It was just a roadside stall, and yet he was acting like this. It was hard enough coaxing him into playing cards, and then he just brings out ten bucks? Was he joking around on purpose? And then there was that line about it not stopping at ten soon, as if we were here to hand out money. But it’s good to have confidence, otherwise how would we get him snared later on? Being able to start playing was enough; the first step was already successful, so the rest should be even easier!
"21 points." Lin Feng flipped over his cards, revealing his score.
"See? Bro, you bet too little; if you’d bet a hundred just now, how great would that have been."
"Right, then you’d have turned it into two hundred in one go."
"See how unlucky the dealer is?"
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The crowd around saw Lin Feng hit 21 points on his very first try and instantly believed his luck was too good. Wasting such good luck by not betting more was such a waste! All of us have been winning small amounts; it’s always been a mixed bag of wins and losses. Few of us get 21 points, but he managed it on his first try. His luck is just too amazing!
Han Ziping and Han Zi’an exchanged a glance. It’s just a bit of good luck; nothing to worry about.
"This round, twenty," Lin Feng said, not picking up the money he just won but pressing it onto the next game.
"21 points."
Another 21 points, this time making everyone really take notice of the young man. Two consecutive 21 points were simply unbelievable. What sort of luck was this? Everyone knows the odds of hitting 21 are really small, to get 21-point hands twice in a row, his luck had to be insanely good.
"Forty."
"21 points"
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After five rounds, the original ten bucks Lin Feng started with had become 320 yuan. What’s more shocking is that all five games were 21 points. Nobody has that kind of good luck; it’s simply not possible under normal circumstances. It’s as if the God of Wealth himself descended! Could there be any other explanation for such fortune?