Las Vegas

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A bright light shone on the green velvet table . Not far away, the clinking of foreign coins from slot machines and the occasional cheers from the dice table filled the air.
"Hmm, how did you know?" she asked.
The bustling crowd was noisy. None of this bothered me; I was completely focused on the cards. On the table in front of me lay piles of red and green chips.
Near the farmer's red and black circle lay twenty-dollar chips and two diamonds.
Eleven. The farmer faced me, his cards almost spilling from his left-hand deck. With four red chips, eleven in the circle was a perfect bet. The farmer gave me
a card: nine. Not bad. After dealing the cards, one player busted, two stopped. The farmer flipped over his cards: a nine, plus a ten, exactly nineteen
. He gave me eight red chips, collected the cards, swept up everyone else's chips, and then began shuffling. I finally relaxed, stretched, and looked around.
I gestured to the wine glass. There were
two people, separated by an old lady. She was also of East Asian descent, with long, glossy black hair that reached her shoulders, and a slender figure; she was an exceptionally beautiful girl.
This is Las Vegas, the world's largest gambling city. A den of iniquity and crime, a city where dreams come true, or a
place where luck is on your side and you win money, which is certainly joyful, but bad luck and you lose (though the writing is harmless). True gamblers are few and far between. And me? I'm certainly not
a gambler.
It's just that a year ago on the internet... While browsing online, I "coincidentally" found a blackjack emulator. Its documentation described
a allowed for more wins than losses. I was initially skeptical, but after rewriting the emulator myself and trying out over a dozen random number generators, I
became more inclined to believe it. My trip to Las Vegas for the computer show provided a good opportunity to test it out.
Blackjack, or blackjack, is generally considered a relatively fair game: the house, or casino, is generally recognized as having only a 0.3% to 0.8
% . Like roulette, the casino has a 5.3% advantage. Slot machines are even less significant; the casino
can . Yet, slot machines remain the most popular spot in the casino, frequented mostly by elderly teachers and women with gray hair. They always have bowls full of coins,
sitting in front of the humming reel, tossing in one coin after another. Winning or losing seems irrelevant to them. They come here simply
to while away their lonely, aging years, their children far away.
I left my chips... I asked the farmer to watch the table while I went to the restroom. When I returned, the farmer had already shuffled four decks of cards and started another round of blackjack.
Clearly, my bridge betting strategy was very effective, winning me several hundred dollars, and I had already pocketed my winnings. Since I was betting winnings, even if I doubled down on my bets, any
losses would just be the casino's money, so what was there to be afraid of? This made my chips accumulate even faster.
I glanced around at the other gamblers at the table; they weren't doing much better. I moved my gaze around, and finally it settled on one… The girl was on my left.
I noticed her less because of her beauty and more because of her age. She looked so young that I even wondered if she was of legal
gambling age.
This question only lasted a moment before disappearing. The farmer must have checked her license, otherwise he wouldn't have let her at the table. In any case, she was
losing money , and quite a lot. Clearly, she didn't know the ropes of blackjack; it might even be her first time playing. Out of kindness, I opened the door... I found a seat at the bar. Drinks rushed over.
I rarely drink at the gambling table; I only have a couple after gambling. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Don't assume the endless
supply is just part of the casino's customer service; it's targeted. Alcohol impairs judgment; after three drinks, even the best strategist is useless.
Someone sat down next to me.
"Hi!"
It was the girl from my previous table. Her clear voice seemed to drown out the noisy, indistinct chatter of the casino.
After gambling a little longer, I felt a bit tired and decided to quit while I was ahead. I left the table and went to the cashier to exchange my chips. I counted them—over two thousand dollars.
"Martini." Simple and refreshing, always my choice. Life is complicated enough; there's no need to be so particular about relaxing with a drink.
"Hello!" I was a little surprised.
"Thank you for your guidance earlier."
"Don't mention it, I'm happy to help. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Thanks, but I don't drink!"
"How about a Coke?"
"Hey,
this is your first time in Las Vegas?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
Everyone knows she looks so innocent.
"You don't seem to know much about blackjack. I guess this is your first time."
"Yeah, not only that, my luck is terrible!" she said dejectedly.
Her accent didn't sound like a native speaker. I'll ask.
"Where are you from?"
"Yes. I grew up in Taiwan. You're from Taiwan too, right? We can speak Chinese." Great! Communication will be no problem then.
"San Francisco." Bingo!
"Really! I live in the South Bay. Are you Chinese?"
You know, it's not that English is so difficult, it's just that Chinese seems like a better option when talking to her.
"Hey, this is your first time in Las Vegas! I'm Roger. And you are...?"
"Jennifer."
Knowing her name meant we weren't complete strangers. We chatted about everything under the sun, from Taiwanese snacks and Colorado ski resorts to the San Francisco
opera . At first, she was a little shy, but soon she was like a familiar friend. She told me she came to the US as a high school student and had just graduated from university.
Her first job was as a buyer at a computer company. She was here with her boss to check out the biggest computer expo. Her boss had to go back early and told her to stay a few more
days to see the new products. She was bored, so she came to try her luck at gambling, but unexpectedly lost badly.
Seeing her pitiful and arrogant expression, no one could bear it. I asked the maid for a deck of cards and began to teach her step by step. By the time she became more proficient
, I looked at the time and realized that several hours had passed without me noticing. It was almost midnight, just as the evening show had ended, and groups of men and women were eagerly joining
the gambling tables, completely absorbed in their games. The shouts from the gambling tables were even more exhilarating.
"Jennifer, would you like to try your luck again?" I asked.
Still with that innocent, charming expression, "Hey, you have to watch me!"
"Sure!"
We squeezed into a blackjack table and played for a bit. I wasn't focused on my own cards, but as promised, I kept giving her hints. After
a while, I realized I wasn't even looking at her cards anymore; my eyes kept wandering to Jennifer. Her profile was the best angle to admire her. Her long
, flowing hair cascaded down to her shoulders. Her straight nose framed her slightly curved lips, and her delicate eyebrows were furrowed with concentration.
"I'm definitely going to get the milk..." I told myself.
(A suggestion.) Since I was the big winner at this table, she took my advice and won several rounds in a row.
She noticed my gaze, turned around, and smiled sweetly at me. I returned the smile with encouragement. Looking down at the chips on the table, I realized she had won quite a bit, while
I had lost a small amount. Looking at the time, it was almost one o'clock. Although Jennifer was still in high spirits, she seemed a little tired.
When I suggested taking her home to rest, she was a little reluctant to part with her good fortune. Only after I repeatedly assured her that my methods had nothing to do with luck, and promised to accompany her to all the major casinos the next day—
she hadn't been to any other casinos yet!—did she finally leave with me and stroll towards Luxor.
Her company is really something! Luxor It's a newly opened casino hotel, a black, pyramid-shaped building with its entrance located on
the belly . The entire interior is decorated in ancient Egyptian style, and a night's stay costs over a hundred yuan. This is a place fit for human habitation, unlike our company, which always crams us into
cheap motels just to save a little money.
Squeezing through the bustling lobby, she stopped and turned around under the image of an Egyptian pharaoh. A half-smile played on her lips.
In the midst of this relaxed entertainment, this was just one person's perspective on work. I think most people come here just to relax and enjoy the thrill of gambling.
"Thanks for bringing me back. What time do you want to see me tomorrow?"
"Nine o'clock in the morning, here."
"Okay, goodnight."
To be continued...

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