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Text Chapter Thirty-Five: Winning to the End and Losing Money

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    Ibrahimovic came to a hidden elevator room cautiously.

    After waiting for a while, the elevator came, and he walked into the elevator.

    The elevator lady said hello to her, and then pressed the button on the seventh floor to go to the chairman's office of the Blackstone Hotel.

    As soon as the elevator door opened, an old man with white hair and reading glasses was standing on the side of the elevator door.

    Except for him, there is no one else in this office.

    It is said that the office is actually more like a presidential suite, with resplendent floors and wall panels, paintings of various styles on the walls, a sunken reception area on the left, and a raised small theater on the right, which can accommodate five people  .  In the middle is a glass channel with a width of about two meters. Through the glass, you can see the densely packed red wine bottles below.

    The two of them walked through the glass path to a whole curved wall, which was made of logs spliced ??together.

    There is a pure black boss's desk in front of the wall, which is empty and unstained.

    "Don't come to the casino again." Conton said with an unhappy face.

    "Got it." After speaking, Ibrahimovic took a bottle of Lafite from the black iron wine cabinet very familiarly.

    "As you saw just now, casinos are run by masters. Winning or losing is entirely up to them. Gambling has never been fair." Condon pulled out the bottle opener from the shelf of the sideboard and opened it for Ibrahimovic himself.  Fei.

    "If I didn't know you were here today, I wouldn't dare to gamble! Griffin is too insidious. He first let Vincent lead me into the game, and then used Tina to divert my attention. At the last critical moment, Holly  The official tipped him off. I gambled there for almost two hours, but I didn¡¯t suspect the dealer.¡±

    "He's quite formidable, with extraordinary persistence in his caution." Condon shook a glass of red wine that had been poured, and put it in front of Ibrahimovic.  "The croupier is proficient at listening to cards. He can hear the order of the cards, but he can't change the order of the cards as he likes. Therefore, his stunt is very limited, and it can only be effective at specific times, such as the last one.  Board."

    "It's no wonder he wants to stud when he comes up, just to ensure that the four types of cards will not change the order of dealing the cards." Ibrahimovic gulped down the red wine and put the glass on the boss's table.  "Large limitations, strong concealment, invisible What is my last hole card?"

    "Club a." Conton poured another half a glass for Ibrahimovic.

    "Only one card was changed. I thought two cards were changed the moment the main light was turned off."

    "The only one of Tim who can change cards 100% with his eyes closed is Ghost Hand Lucas, but he only changes one card, because others can't afford the price of changing the second card."

    "You don't mean to ask me for money!" Ibrahimovic looked at Condon in surprise.  "Based on the relationship between me and Charles, it's too extravagant to ask for money for such a small favor!"

    "Business is business. And the casino does not belong to the Blackstone Hotel, and Lucas is not a hotel employee. He helps out mainly for the sake of money." Condon put down the bottle with a smile, walked to the desk, and put  After clicking a few times, a stereoscopic projection appeared in the air,

    When I saw the official website of the Royal Bank on the projection, Ibrahimovic was in a bad mood.

    "I haven't warmed up my money yet." Ibrahimovic said aggrievedly.

    "Lukas only accepts money. If you don't give money, he dares to say anything. Originally, when I asked him for help, he had to collect a deposit. For my sake, he only collected the money afterwards. 3 million, don't pay it back.  Price, don't make it difficult for me."

    The total value of the chips in the last game was about 5 million.  After deducting the handling fee and the 500,000 distributed to Vincent, there are still 4.3 million left in the bank card.

    Honestly paid 3 million hard work fees, and there are 1.3 million left.

    Ibrahimovic did the math, his principal was 1.37 million, and under such great pressure, he didn't make a dime in the end, and even paid 70,000.

    Vincent is a lucky kid. Everyone at the gambling table loses, and he is the only one who wins a lot.

    The casino is really Nimahei!

    "The only thing to be happy about is winning Griffin again. So far, it remains unbeaten." Ibrahimovic comforted himself.

    Although he won a lot of other things besides chips, he is a classmate after all, so he can't go too far.

    After Conton called the manager of the casino to return the things to Alex and Rondo, the two drank a few more glasses of wine and chatted for a while.

    The topic naturally cannot avoid Charles, the chairman of the Blackstone Hotel.

    "When will he get married?" Ibrahimovic asked

    "Next month? I don't know too well. The wedding won't be held until the new store in the East is finalized. The East is not easy to deal with. The princes are fighting too hard. The young master doesn't want to get involved too deeply. Now there is a stalemate.  The young master will be back in two days.With ponytail, hands lying on the curved marble railing on the second floor, looking at him.

    He smiled and waved goodbye.

    She froze for a moment, raised her hand, but didn't wave it.

    He shook his head with a wry smile, turned and left.

    With a bang, he bumped his head against the hard marble door frame.

    A pleasant and familiar laughter came from behind.

    He rubbed his head and looked back.

    She covered her mouth and smiled, and the smile in her eyes, like a ray of light, passed through his eyes and was deeply imprinted in his mind.

    He walked towards her.

    The smile in her eyes was still there, but tears suddenly shed, she lowered her head and turned to leave.

    He stood there blankly, that sad figure occupying every corner of his heart.

    This night, Ibrahimovic suffered from insomnia.

    I tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

    ? I feel as if I have overlooked something. If I can't find the answer, even if Craig agrees to be together, the two of them will not be able to obtain real happiness.  </div&gt
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