Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1275: Chapter 718: It’s Okay, I’m Here

This means that the total number of cards is limited. The cards that are used disappear from the table, which increases the probability of getting the remaining cards to complete a count.

The dealt cards are the past, while the undealt ones are the future.

Qing Chen smiled: ”I’ve found the right table.”

Yangyang was puzzled: ”Why are you so skilled?”

”My father is a gambler. I learned the games he liked, beat him, and tried every way to tell him that only geniuses and the house can win at this table.”

Yangyang asked, ”And then, did he heed your advice?”

Qing Chen laughed and said, ”No, he only remembered my last sentence: that you can only win as the house... gamblers are hopeless.”

He carried Yangyang to a chair in front of a table, then sat down nearby, tossing out a newly exchanged chip.

A white man nearby laughed, saying in English, ”Little brat bringing his girlfriend to play a grown-up’s game, don’t cry when you lose.”

Qing Chen glanced at him calmly and replied in fluent English, ”You’ve just lost 310,000 US dollars; if I were you, I’d check how many chips I have left and then roll back to my room. You’ve got free ketchup from fries on your cuff and free champagne stains on your clothes. I guess you’ve been surviving on free meals on this ship these past two days, right?”

The croupier dealt the cards, and Qing Chen won.

Qing Chen tossed another chip, the croupier dealt, and Qing Chen won again.

In just two short rounds, the croupier realized something was amiss, especially after Qing Chen’s words to that white guy.

At this point, the middle-aged croupier in a white shirt broke protocol and added two new decks into the shoe.

This is a method casinos use to counter ’card counters’.

No casino lacks talented players with excellent counting skills.

But those who can count two decks may not be able to handle four; the more cards, the harder the calculation becomes.

Yangyang sat beside him, resting her chin on her hand, watching Qing Chen perform miracles for her.

She knew Qing Chen was there to win money for her; without her, this boy would never have sat at a gambling table in his life.

Because this boy despises gamblers the most.

At this moment, Qing Chen had won 16 consecutive rounds, already drawing the attention of the cruise ship casino.

The croupier replaced the 4-deck combination with an 8-deck one, but it still couldn’t stop Qing Chen’s victory stride.

More and more people gathered around the table, but in Yangyang’s eyes, there was no one else; she knew that this boy beside her could be the center of the world anywhere.

Yangyang wasn’t worried that Qing Chen would become a gambler like Qing Guozhong, because this person beside her always knew where the edge of losing control was.

Just as everyone continued to expect Qing Chen to keep winning, Qing Chen left two chips and pushed out the rest, totaling seventeen million in chips.

He placed two hundred-thousand-dollar chips in Yangyang’s hand: ”Let’s go, we’ve won back what you lost.”

Then he took the girl and left without looking back.

The croupier dealt, and Qing Chen lost.

The casino manager spoke into the intercom: ”Let them go, don’t stop them.”

The security personnel withdrew, still unaware that they had just avoided a disaster.

Qing Chen brought Yangyang to the party, turning to ask Yangyang: ”Do you want to dance?”

”I don’t want to dance, I just want to have a fun time,” Yangyang said with a smile: ”Even if we have to face a cruel world when we return to the Inner World.”

”Fine, then let’s dance,” Qing Chen burst into the dance floor, twisting without rhythm, and Yangyang laughed until her belly hurt watching him move like a wriggling turtle.

She knew Qing Chen cared a lot about his image; it wasn’t easy for him to put all this aside for her.

Qing Chen pulled her away from the party: ”We’ve danced, and you’ve laughed enough, now let’s go drink.”

”Hmm? Drinking is your limit, isn’t it? After all, staying sober is necessary to handle danger,” Yangyang said.

Qing Chen said mysteriously: ”It’s okay. Although I don’t drink, I can find someone to drink with you.”

Back at the bar, Qing Chen started taking Yangyang to join various drinking gatherings, like Chen Sui, the golden lounge host of City 22.

He mingled with everyone like a social butterfly yet handled it with ease.

He got unknown numbers of people drunk with games, even the bar manager suspected him of being a paid escort by the owner.

In the bar, people initially drank in small groups of threes and fives, but ultimately Qing Chen had everyone gathered to play games.

Everyone drank until they were out of their minds, spraying champagne in the bar and shouting Qing Chen’s name: ”Chen Sui! Chen Sui! Chen Sui!”

Yangyang only then realized that the legend of the golden lounge host was true...

She heard Jiang Mubei mention once how a wealthy woman spent six hundred thousand dollars on drinks in one night for Qing Chen...

Yangyang didn’t understand before, but now she does—how could the wealthy women of City 22 resist such a boy?!

No wonder the Black Swan Restaurant owner retired after the place was trashed; perhaps Qing Chen’s presence there for a month gave him financial freedom!

At 1 AM, Qing Chen and Yangyang sat side by side on the deck, watching the black ocean and listening to the surging waves.

The girl, tipsy, rested against the boy, whispering: ”Thank you, Qing Chen, I haven’t been this happy in a long time...”

Qing Chen smiled and said: ”Don’t put so much pressure on yourself, revenge will come eventually. I will destroy both Chen Yu and the Chen Clan; only when the Old World dies can the New World grow on that land. Between you and me, you’re not just needed—I’ll protect you too. Don’t worry, I’m here.”

”You said it,” Yangyang smiled sweetly.

”Yes, I said it,” Qing Chen nodded: ”But I have a question, you were already tipsy a few hours ago, how come you’ve had over a dozen whiskeys since then and still haven’t passed out...”

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Sorry this Chapter is a bit late