Chapter 121 Calling at the Door

The famous Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky once had a famous novel called "The Gambler". This book was created based on his personal gambling experience, and he also paid off himself with this book. Dostoevsky was buried in Leningrad because of his gambling debts. Grigory visited there when he was a child. At that time, he never thought that he would become a big-money gambler one day.

At this moment, Grigory's poker table was full of chips, and he was enjoying a glass of fruit yogurt, while a player sitting next to him was lying on the poker table in frustration.

"Sir, do you want to continue playing, the guests behind are still waiting?" The croupier reminded cautiously.

The player sat up slowly, looked at the onlookers gathered around the poker table, gritted his teeth, and said, "Help me exchange another 40,000 dollars in chips?"

"But sir, we don't accept credit here!" The croupier reminded with a smile.

The player pointed to Grigory's nose and said, "Wait, I'll come back later!" Then he slipped away without looking back. Seeing this, Grigory said to the waiter: "Help me clean up these things, I'm going to try my luck at another casino!"

The man who was defeated by Grigory at the poker table just now is one of the professional gamblers who often come to Taj Mahal recently, and he is also the target of Grigory's visit this time. Grigory played two hands with him at the poker table, and he probably knew the origin of this guy. It turned out that he, like Grigory, used card counting to increase his winning percentage, so Grigory Gorey suggested to Yuri to change the number of poker on each table in the entire blackjack game area from four decks of poker to eight decks of poker. This immediately doubles the difficulty of counting cards. In this case, if every participating player needs to count cards, the amount of calculation will definitely be more than doubled. This small change made these professional gamblers completely unable to count.

The fact that others can't do the calculations doesn't mean that Grigory can't do the calculations. The calculation amount of this difficulty is still within Grigory's tolerance range, so Grigory started his battle on the poker table like this.

In fact, Grigory didn't win many times, but as long as he won, he must have won a lot of money. So without the parties knowing it, Grigory not only got back the losses in the casino these days for Yuri, but also made a lot of money. This is really thanks to the casino manager Blake for telling Grigory this. Strategies for dealing with gamblers.

The strategy specified by Black is simple, reduce the number of wins and increase the income of wins. He told Grigory that almost all gamblers have a mentality, always want to win when they win, and always want to get back when they lose. It was by using this mentality that Grigory successfully ransacked that guy.

After leaving his own casino, Grigory crossed the road and entered the Caesars Palace Casino not far from the Taj Mahal. Yuri led several people behind him, and each of them carried two lockboxes in their hands. Just like that, a group of people marched into the old Caesar's Palace in Clemente.

"Exchange chips!" Grigory whispered to the cashier while standing in front of the counter.

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

Grigory pointed to the group of people behind him and said, "One hundred million!"

Soon, Yuri and the others opened the box, and bundles of banknotes were neatly placed on the counter.

"Oh God!"

"Honey, a lot of money!"

...

There were bursts of exclamations from around.

Grigory and the others were quickly taken aside alone, the money counters began to count frantically, and a dozen cashiers began to get busy. Grigory and Yuri sat on the sofa and waited for each other to figure it out. The crowd gathered around them, pointing at them and discussing something, while the security here blocked everyone out.

"Gentlemen, there is a separate room upstairs, do you want to go up and play?" The casino manager ran over and asked respectfully.

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

Grigory nodded again and again.

More than half an hour later, several waiters followed Grigory to a blackjack table, dragging trays of large-value chips. Yuri stood behind him, waiting to see good show.

"Player bet!" The croupier said after shuffling the cards.

Grigory picked up the smallest $10,000 and put it down, and soon all the guests at the gaming table left, because the chips were too big for everyone to keep up with! So here it became a duel between Grigory and the banker.

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Thirty minutes passed, and old Clemente rushed over upon hearing the news and squeezed in from the crowd, followed by the casino manager who was sweating all over his head.

"What's the matter?" Old Clemente whispered to a junior supervisor standing aside, and the junior supervisor whispered, "Boss, we've already lost almost nine million!"

Old Clement suddenly felt a burst of heartache. He turned his head to look at Grigory but was involuntarily stunned for a moment. At this moment, Yuri was proudly standing behind Grigory and greeted him!

"Yuri!" Old Clement whispered angrily, his eyes fixed on Yuri, wishing to kill him with his eyes.

"Oh~~!" There was another burst of exclamation from the crowd. Old Clement looked at the card table, and a large pile of chips was pushed in front of Grigory. The number was at least a few hundred. Wan, old Clement almost vomited blood! And the croupier who has been in charge of this gaming table no longer dared to deal any more cards. He looked at old Clement with a pale face.

"Who else is better, get someone else!" Old Clement asked.

"Boss, Brad is already the best here!" The casino manager said with a bitter face.

"He's already dying, his confidence has been completely shattered, and he won't be able to do this job in the future. Forget about Harry, you'd better go!" Old Clement said to the casino manager.

"Me?~~Okay, boss!" Harry bit the bullet and agreed. He walked to the croupier named Brad with heavy steps and replaced him.

"Now it's up to me to ask for your service!" said Harry, bowing slightly to Grigory.

Five minutes later, Harry personally gave Grigory a set of fives, tripled the bet on the table and lost to Grigory. The old Clement who stood aside covered his chest, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he said weakly: "Quick, tell the guests that the door is closed today, and invite Mr. Grachev to my office! "