The first bet of the game is $50 million.
Claudius Belles bets big.
When the dice were opened, there was a five, a six, and a one, making a total of twelve points…. Big!
Claudio Belles, who had never played craps before, asked Joachim Moras, who was standing off to the side, “Joachim, is this considered big or small?”
Joachim Moras looked incredulously at the dice tally on the table, “Fuck, Claudio, you’re too good to lie down and win! Twelve points is a lot! That’s a win right off the bat! You’re the king!”
The middle-aged Mediterranean man on the other side of the table slapped his hand in remorse as soon as he saw the points, “I should have known better than to bet that much! Damn it.”
Claudius Belles also patted his head, damn, he had never had such good luck since he was a kid, how could he win at the beginning of a game!
“Go on, I still can’t believe it! I’m not going home until I lose all of Eduardo Tercero’s money today!”
The corner of Joaquin Moras’ mouth twitched, what rancor. “But Claudio, are you sure Eduardo Tercero can lose all his money in one day?
That Mr. Eduardo, who has a lot of money, could lose it all in a month!
Claudio Belles, not one to admit defeat so easily, slams his black card on the table and asks those around, “Who else is coming? One hundred million.”
Her bold move immediately attracted the attention of the other tables in the casino, and many of the people watching her rushed over to watch.
There is no shortage of gamblers jumping at the chance to win once, a hundred million, and those with a gambler’s mentality are willing to take a chance even if it means gambling their lives away.
“I’ll do it!”
A casino veteran arrives from the audience to lambast Claudio Belles.
“Can I ask the dealer to bet over or under?”
Claudio Belles was the banker and said, “Keep betting hard!”
“Small!”
The dice shake in the cup with a crunching sound.
When the dice are opened, there is a one-point, a two-point, and a five-point, making a total of eight points…. small!
Joachim Moras hits his head and sighs in defeat!
Claudio Belles, meanwhile, had a twinkle in his eye and high-fived Joachim Moras: “Finally, a defeat!”.
The winning player on the other side of the table was animated, and when he saw Claudio Belles, the loser, he froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes and looked again at the dice count on the table before confirming that he had won.
To hell with that.
What kind of person is so happy to lose $100 million?
This woman, I’m afraid, is not a psychopath.
Before long, the casino employee brought the POS machine and laptop, and a $100 million transaction was completed.
Then, Claudio Belles lost several games in a row, almost five or six hundred million.
But there was always money on that black card.
Finally, Claudio Belles was getting tired of playing and asked Joachim Moras to play a few games, but Joachim Moras, a miser, unconsciously wanted to win and always cheated, winning several times, so angrily that Claudio Belles snatched the card from him and gave him a slap on the head and a hammer blow.
…
Eduardo Tercero, who was in a meeting, kept receiving messages on his cell phone.
“Greetings, valued user. You have spent 100. 000. 000. 000, 00 at the H-Town Casino at 22:06 on XX …”
“…”
Several similar bank text messages followed.
Eduardo Tercero frowned slightly, suddenly remembering that the little fox had touched his card with his hand when he had argued with him in the morning.
So, it’s the little foxes who spend?
The frown, slightly stretched, under the eyes, even a vague smile, the somber mood of the day, surprisingly a little clear.
Old K was sitting in the seat next to Eduardo Tercero and was curious to see Eduardo Tercero suddenly smiling like a spring flower. “President Eduardo, why are you smiling, have you settled the matter with A?”.
Eduardo Tercero put his phone away calmly, “Nothing. Go and find out where Claudio is.”
Old K was slightly stunned, “Hasn’t Miss Claudio come home this late yet?”.
Eduardo Tercero closed his notebook, aborted the meeting and said to Old K: “That’s all for today.”
Old K asked, “Does President Eduardo still want me to find out where Miss Claudio is?”
Eduardo Tercero’s cell phone received another text message about expenses, still from the H-Town Casino.
Eduardo Tercero held the phone and said, “No, you go home.”
“… it’s good.”