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Chapter 124 - 116 Good Guy Bastard

Chapter 124: Chapter 116 Good Guy Bastard

Bunny Girl Mary wasn’t wearing her special outfit today, still in a T-shirt and jeans, with a badge on her chest stating her role as the hall manager. She was directing the renovation workers in adjusting the lights and equipment.

Allen Zhang strolled over, unfazed, and greeted her.

"Hanberger, how did you get in from the back?" Mary was a little surprised to see Allen taking the unusual route, "This area is not open to outsiders!"

"What outsider?" Allen spread his hands, "Aren’t I one of us?"

"You are, but you’re only responsible for environmental work, and you are not allowed to enter the internal areas during working hours. Well, go as you please; after all, we are not officially open for business yet. Old Mike used to drop by frequently when he was here."

Mary shrugged, not minding anymore. The good news was, she was still the bar manager.

Allen Zhang, surprised at the sight of professionals tuning the machines and slot machines, asked, "What’s all this?"

"It’s a necessary measure to ensure the casino can maintain steady profits."

Mary explained, "Casinos aren’t running charities. Every casino in the world tweaks their games, it just varies how often they do. The tweaking is only visible to internal staff; outsiders are not allowed to see it before the casino is normally operating."

To give Allen a direct experience of the power of technology, Mary gestured for him to sit down at the red and blue table and try out the programmed cards that had been tuned.

"In the past, cheating at entertainment venues required manual skills, card counting, to dictate wins and losses, but that’s last century stuff. Over in Southeast Asia, the most popular are temperature control cards, and many big entertainment venues use computer-programmed cards. Casinos can’t lose; you might win, but the odds are you’ll lose, and even if you don’t win or lose, the house edge will kill you!"

"You play the gambler, I’ll be the croupier. You can ask me to deal the cards; this is a 200 US Dollar chip." Mary handed the chip to Allen.

Allen Zhang looked at the black box, feeling intrigued, "Let’s go three rounds."

Mary swiftly dealt the cards, and after three hands, the result was blue, blue, red. The dealer won only once.

Allen put down a 20 US Dollar chip on the dealer, "I think it’ll be red."

"Unfortunately, it’s a singleton." Mary revealed the cards, 9 points for the player. With that result, there was no need for a draw. Allen peeled open his cards, revealing a king and a 2.

Unfazed, Allen boldly continued to bet on the dealer and was lucky to win once with a draw.

"This lousy sequence, there’s no pattern, it’s just random." Allen commented.

Betting on the dealer, the tie, the player, lucky six, the dealer again. Soon, Allen had lost all his chips.

Allen clicked his tongue, his cheeks tinged with flush, "Whatever I bet, it busts. Am I this unlucky?"

Mary smiled slightly, "Don’t get upset, that’s how programmed cards work. You could have won, but indeed your luck wasn’t too great; in the end, you bet wrong every time."

"I can’t see through the cards, how could I ever beat this black box and the system cards."

Allen Zhang took a deep breath, pondering the power of technology. Luckily, these 200 US Dollars were not real, just dummy chips for testing.

"I can’t even imagine how much money this thing will make every day." Allen inquired, "Has the new boss of the bar been here yet?"

"His assistant came by and arranged some work for us. The positions have barely changed; the new boss hasn’t shown his face yet." Mary replied.

"Then you’d better be careful. I have a feeling that your new boss might not be such an upright person."

Allen vaguely warned, "The street gangs that collaborated with your former boss only dared to run scratch-off lotteries and small entertainment businesses, with their main business being massages, selling leaves, morphine. He started so big, he won’t last long."

"At first, I also doubted their motives. He’s not an Indian, with no gambling license, what’s he doing opening an underground casino? But we work here, it doesn’t matter who the boss is, as long as we can sell drinks and make money!"

Mary was not worried, optimistically cheerful, "If things go wrong, at worst, I’ll switch from selling myself to selling drinks. I guess this new boss isn’t even interested in the stuff that falls off the patrons, too lazy to ask for a cut."

"You have a point." Allen Zhang figured maybe he could earn a bit more.

"So, how about a drink?" Mary flirtatiously ran her fingers through her hair, her voice yearning, "Last time, you owed me a favor, promising to send friends my way to help business. You haven’t kept your word; were you lying?"

"Of course not!"

Allen declared confidently, "I can fulfill my promise right now, bring out the most expensive drink you have! I’ll choose that!"

"The most expensive drink we have in the shop is only worth fifty US Dollars." Mary leaned in close, seemingly accidentally colliding, "Or perhaps, you might want some other services? For 100 US Dollars, I can keep you cheerful all day long!"

Allen looked away, pretending not to see the focused workers adjusting the machines, "That doesn’t seem appropriate, you have other work to do. Wasn’t it 50 US Dollars last time?"

"My services have been updated, follow me." Mary smiled seductively, turned, and beckoned, walking into the adjacent private room, swaying her hips.

Helplessly, Allen followed.

Inside the private room, Mary turned on the lights and arranged the bedding, "Please lie here, sir."

Allen did as told.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mary asked.

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