If he didn't believe it, the Zen master would pat his chest. He said sternly: "I am true to my words. I will definitely return the merits to you. I will ensure that your family is safe, and you will be promoted and rich."
"That's the best." Liang Xiangyu was generous and didn't monopolize the benefits: "But this merit money comes from my elder brother Ling Cang. I hope Master can bless him as well."
"Liang Xiangyu, you are going crazy..." Ling Cang saw that his money fell into Monk Hua's pocket. His eyes turned red: "Police, come on. This is a naked fraud. Do you care? ah.."
"No. This is not a scam." Liang Xiangyu was also anxious and waved his hands: "I am willing to donate my merits to rebuild the Buddha's golden body. It has nothing to do with the master himself."
Ling Cang almost cried: "My money..."
Liang Xiangyu laughed twice: "I'll give it back to you."
The policeman was very depressed. He originally wanted to watch the fun, but he didn't expect that this flower monk could actually collect money on the spot.
To say that this is fraud, it is fair enough. And it happened under the eyes of the police. It should be dealt with severely. But if it is really convicted, it lacks necessary and sufficient conditions. Both parties are willing to fight and suffer. I don’t believe it. The Zen master did not promise any material benefits. Liang Xiangyu did not ask for anything from the unbelieving Zen master. There is no way to pursue the spiritual promise. The so-called "merit" is just a very vague term. This matter involves religious beliefs. The police really can't do anything. deal with.
Any fraud related to religion has always been a difficult problem to deal with. So the police hesitated for a moment and just pretended that nothing happened. They pushed the unbelieving Zen master and said, "Okay. Stop being verbose. Come back with us quickly." "
With money in his pocket, I didn’t believe that the Zen Master felt much more confident. He didn’t make any more excuses and just followed the police away.
Ling Cang wanted to rush over and grab his money back, but he was hugged by Liang Xiangyu: "Boss, forget it. This is a good deed. Don't worry about the thousands of dollars."
"How can I not care about it?" Ling Cang glared: "If you really want to do something good, just buy some clothes and donate them to impoverished mountainous areas. Or help a few out-of-school children. How can you give this flower to a monk for free?"
"Is he a monk? He will go out to give alms. When we donate merit, we are doing these things indirectly..."
"Bah. Do you really believe that these dead thieves are bald?" Ling Cang was really a little angry. He almost spat on Liang Xiangyu's face: "It's not that there are no eminent monks. But these days, there are more of them wearing cassocks. Liar. The annual ticket revenue of Shaolin Temple alone is several hundred million. Did you hear that they donated a lot of money for the Wenchuan earthquake? Besides, whether you believe this bullshit is a matter of whether you are a monk or not. Even if you donate merit, you can't donate it to him. .”
"Why isn't he a monk..." Liang Xiangyu scratched his head: "I have both a cassock and a certificate."
"These days, fake LV bags are all made to look like real ones. What's the big deal about getting a cassock? I can get you a virgin | male | certificate. What's so hard about getting a certificate..." Ling Cang jumped up. After Liang Xiangyu There was a loud bang on the top of his head: "Also, Qingcheng Mountain is a Taoist holy land. When did a Duolin Temple pop up..."
"So..." Liang Xiangyu was stunned: "We were deceived..."
"Nonsense. Hurry up and chase me. Get my money back."
Having said that, it was already too late. The police put all the ladies and guests into police cars and left. The sirens were blaring, echoing in the night sky.
"It's okay..." Liang Xiangyu told Ling Cang with a smile: "His deception is his fault. Our donation is our merit."
"If you want to do some good deeds, don't do it with my money." Ling Cang rolled his eyes at Liang Xiangyu and said angrily: "I found out that since I arrived at Minghai No. 1 Middle School, I'm just wearing panties. I have to do whatever I want. Chen Huifen sold her daughter and asked me to take care of it. Jiang Mingxian hired celebrities and asked me to take care of it... Now he donates merit to Monk Hua and even asks me to pay for it."
"Isn't it just a few thousand yuan? I will definitely pay it back to you..." Liang Xiangyu looked around and found that everyone was snickering. He felt a little embarrassed: "And I can let you double the money back. .”
When Ling Cang heard this, his eyes lit up: "How do you say that?"
"Boss, the fact that you won so much money today means that you have been blessed with good fortune recently. I know a place where we can go and get a few more."
"Okay. That's it." Ling Cang just wanted to get the money back and agreed without hesitation. He completely forgot that he was lucky just because Tongtong helped him out.
This place where you can make money is actually an underground casino. After school the next day, Liang Xiangyu took Ling Cang there. Ling Cang was a little emotional as soon as he walked in. It turns out that there is such a place in Minghai. I don’t know if Tong Haizhou will see it. What do you think?
The entire casino is disguised as a hotel. It usually does normal business. From the outside, it looks no different from an ordinary hotel. But as long as you show a special membership card in the lobby, you will be led to the second underground floor by the waiter. After a After twists and turns, we came to a hall that was four to five hundred square meters.
The decoration of this hall is extremely luxurious. There are several exquisite lamps above, which make the place brilliant and beautiful. At the same time, it also brings a scorching heat wave, which complements the atmosphere here.
The entire hall was crowded. There were dozens of tables placed, mostly dice, poker and roulette. There were also a few slot machines. People were either gathering around or walking through. The mood was either tense or relaxed. .The one who has won the money is proud of himself. The one who has lost the money is dejected.
As Liang Xiangyu said, this is a real casino. Everything looks so professional. It is completely different from the ordinary underground casinos that are small in size, dimly lit, and full of sweat smell. Ling Cang feels that watching it in movies and TV The casinos in Macau are just like that.
One of the natures of Chinese people is their love of gambling. Wherever there are Chinese people, there will be gambling.
There is no winner after gambling for a long time. Casinos often make a lot of money. Gamblers want to make a fortune, but it is difficult to get rich. There are so many casinos in the world, but only a few have gone bankrupt. But even though everyone knows this truth, there are still countless people. swarmed in.
Although to a certain extent, a small amount of gambling can be regarded as entertainment, but the dense cameras still remind people that this place is different from any other entertainment venue.
"Boss..." Liang Xiangyu took out 10,000 yuan and gave it to Ling Cang. He said, "I'll give you 5,000 yuan back. The other 5,000 yuan will be considered as my shareholding."
"Okay. If we win the money, we will split it in half."
"Okay." Liang Xiangyu looked at this lively scene and swallowed: "What are we playing?"
"This." Ling Cang pointed at the dice: "It seems quite simple. No need to use your brain."
"Ah, you don't have to use your brain." Liang Xiangyu was stunned: "You can't use your brain when gambling. You can't just rely on luck."
"But I don't want to use my brain."
When Liang Xiangyu heard this, he finally remembered that Ling Cang was the famous Yueyue loser. He began to worry that he could not keep his money. Fortunately, five thousand yuan was not much, so Liang Xiangyu could not take it seriously. He just took it out for fun.
Ling Cang first stood aside, waited until others got up, found a seat and sat down, and watched for more than an hour.
Liang Xiangyu kept urging: "Boss, hurry up and place your bet." Ling Cang always replied unhurriedly: "Wait a moment."
The croupier was very enthusiastic at first and asked Ling Cang if he wanted to place a bet. Slowly, the croupier realized that Ling Cang was just watching the fun. He kept looking at him with disdain.
Ling Cang didn't care at all. When he finally saw enough, he confidently asked: "Where can I change the money?"
"This is fine." The croupier thought that Ling Cang, a little kid who had saved up his New Year's money for who knows how many years, secretly came here today to pretend to be wealthy: "How much do you want to change?"
Ling Cang slammed the money on the table and said proudly: "Ten thousand yuan."
"It's only a small amount of money." The croupier smiled disdainfully, but still asked: "Do you want cash or color?"
Liang Xiangyu knew that Ling Cang didn't understand, so he hurriedly answered on his behalf: "I want cash chips."
Ling Cang later understood that the rules here are basically the same as those in regular overseas casinos. You can exchange chips at the gaming table. But if you want to exchange the chips for cash, you have to go to a designated place to exchange them. As for the chips, there are two types. One It is a cash chip. The other is a color chip. The former can be used at any gaming table. The latter can only be used at exclusive gaming tables.
This division involves the distribution of rights and interests within the casino. Ling Cang didn't care. Just hearing the dealer's words, Ling Cang found that everyone around him had at least tens of thousands of chips and felt a little ashamed.
"Boss, stop talking..." Liang Xiangyu wiped away cold sweat and kept reminding: "This place is different from our usual private play. You must pay more attention..."
In fact, what Ling Cang said is secondary. What Liang Xiangyu cares about most is winning or losing.
Once people get on the gambling table, the original purpose is no longer important. How much money they have prepared before is just a number. Many people actually gamble for the excitement. Therefore, after losing all their money, they would rather borrow loan sharks to continue gambling. Go down.
Ling Cang remained calm and composed. No matter how the dealer kept showing with his eyes that he was a coward, he would place bets when he should. If he didn't, he wouldn't bet a penny.
Ling Cang often puts it off until the last moment. The dealer is about to make a gesture and shout: "Buy and leave." Then he places his bet. And Ling Cang doesn't bet every round, and the money he bets is not much. About one thousand to two thousand. In addition, Ling Cang did not bet on duplex or points. He only bet on big or small. Liang Xiangyu was a little anxious.
But soon, Liang Xiangyu discovered that Ling Cang was sure to hit every time he made a move. The chips on the table gradually increased. Many people saw that Ling Cang was so lucky and started to follow the bets. Ling Cang changed the table when he saw this. Method No change. In the end, I actually won over 100,000 yuan.
Anyone who has played dice knows that the risk of betting on big or small seems to be very small. In fact, you will often lose money in the end. If you are not lucky, the chance of losing will be greater. When you play for a long time, people will feel tired and lose. Want more.
But none of these worked on Ling Cang.
When he was not gambling, Liang Xiangyu was a little worried. He was afraid that Ling Cang would lose his gambling money. When Ling Cang won the money, Liang Xiangyu was even more worried. He was afraid that Ling Cang would lose the result: "Boss, let's stop here. Let's go."
"Yeah. I think it's okay." Ling Cang nodded and put away the chips: "It's time to go back to bed. We have to go to class tomorrow."
When the people around him heard this, they were extremely jealous. Although they had already discovered that Ling Cang was not very old, they did not expect that he was actually a student. A student could win so much money, which made the old gambler among them feel ashamed.
Liang Xiangyu fell to the ground in admiration. He gave Ling Cang a thumbs up: "Boss, I didn't expect that you would become the God of Gamblers."
"of course."
"Do you have any secrets? Are you good at calculating probabilities?" Liang Xiangyu urged impatiently: "Hurry up and teach me."
"Buddha said..." Ling Cang smiled mysteriously: "It can't be said. It can't be said."
In fact, Ling Cang has a secret. He just doesn't want to tell it here.
Ling Cang is still not good at gambling. After playing for such a long time, he still doesn’t understand all the rules of dice. But after going around here, Ling Cang discovered two rules.
The first one is that everyone knows that the casino will use some methods to control the big and small dice. Therefore, the more people bet on the side, the greater the possibility of losing. Even if this is not considered, it is still possible. Imagine that no matter what you do, only a few people make money. Therefore, Ling Cang does not consider which side has more money. He only looks at which side has more people betting, and then does the opposite.
But if there is only this rule, then it seems too easy to win money. Because too many people know this, there will often be a situation where most people win. Then the casino will let everyone spit out the money.
At this time, the second rule comes into effect.
Ling Cang paid close attention to observing which of the people present had rosy complexions and seemed to have good luck. These people tended to have good luck. Only when it overlapped with the first rule, Ling Cang would place a bet. The result was a big kill.
Speaking of which, there is another very important factor in gambling, and that is mentality.
People with a bad mentality can gamble a few times, but once they gamble for a long time, they will be highly nervous no matter whether they win or lose. As a result, they will slowly lose their reason and calmness, and lose all their original ideas and plans. Give money to the casino constantly.
Ling Cang is not the case. On the surface, he looks like he is leisurely strolling, but in his heart, he is calm and relaxed. It seems that he is playing a very ordinary game. He does not consider at all those colorful chips and how many colorful banknotes they represent. Quan takes it as such. It's a bunch of meaningless pieces of plastic.
Until he finally stopped, Ling Cang calculated how much money he had earned and then took a deep breath: "Damn, I'm rich this time. Hahahaha."
"God of Gamblers, God of Gamblers." Liang Xiangyu looked around nervously and kept repeating: "Let's go quickly. We'll stop when we're done."
"By the way, you, a gambling geek, know how to stop at the right time. It's not easy."