The God of Gamblers and the Old Thousand

  Luoyang has dozens of large and small casinos.

  Zhen Ming walked out of the twelfth gambling house with a bitter fate, and the sky had gradually darkened. There were fewer and fewer people on the street.

  He walked up to the horse carriage, and the driver was leaning against it with his eyes closed.

  "Master, take me to the next one."

  The cart driver opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled: "I think the big officer is looking for someone? In fact, why bother finding one family after another? The largest Pei's gambling house in Luoyang has many old gamblers who have gambled all over Luoyang. If you want to find someone in a casino in Luoyang City, go there and ask anyone, it's better than asking everyone in these small casinos."

  "Pei's Casino?" Zhen Ming's heart skipped a beat. "Trouble you to take me there for a look."

  ……

  Looking at Zhen Mingshu coming out of the Pei Ji casino, he took a large bag of money from his hand, which contained no less than 100 taels of silver. The car driver's face had an expression of surprise, and he remembered that when Zhen Mingshu went in, he didn't bring much money with him. How could he win so much money in just over ten minutes?

  When Zhen Ming walked to the carriage with the silver he had won, several burly men chased out of the casino. Judging from their attire, they should be the thugs hired by Pei's Casino to guard against them. One of them was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an angry look on his face, apparently having lost a lot of money.

  The coachman became tense, he recognized this man, who was a regular at the Pei Ji gambling house, an old gambler with a family of millions, and in Luoyang City, he was known for only winning and never losing.

  "He whispered: 'Sir, you'd better leave quickly, you can't afford to offend them.'"

  "Hey kid, stop right there!"

  She turned her head back with a bitter expression, looked at him with a relaxed face and asked: "What's up? Anything going on?"

  "Don't think I don't know you're cheating! I was cheating when you were still in your mother's womb! Leave the silver behind, and I'll make sure you leave with all four limbs intact!"

  "Oh? Looks like you can't afford to lose and want to cheat, huh? What evidence do you have that I cheated? You're the one who rolled the dice, I just placed a bet. I really can't think of how I could have cheated."

  That man was somewhat tongue-tied, and strongly argued: "If it wasn't cheating, there's no reason you'd win every time! You've won ten rounds in a row, do you think you have divine assistance?! I've been paying attention to you the whole time, every time I shake the dice cup, you take something out of your sleeve to test what it is. Take whatever is in his sleeve and give it to me, I want to see what kind of person dares to cheat in front of me!"

  As he spoke, several burly men beside him moved in and surrounded Zhen Ming.

  ……

  A few minutes later.

  The cart driver stared blankly at the men lying on the ground, their arms all dislocated, wailing and rolling around, wondering if he was seeing things.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that a young man who looked thin and weak could knock down several burly men who were a head taller than him in just two or three moves, and even render them unable to resist, it was like magic.

  Zhen Ming was slightly out of breath, as if he had just accomplished something insignificant. He sat down on the middle-aged man in luxurious clothing with a plop, and nonchalantly pulled out a small, square, black object that shone like a gemstone from his sleeve.

  "Now I have a few questions, trouble you to answer honestly. If satisfactory, maybe I'll tell you how I cheated."

  "You dare to cause trouble in Pei's casino, you must be tired of living!" The man in the luxurious robe was pinned to the ground and shouted sternly: "Do you know who owns this casino?"

  "Isn't it just a matter of Salt Gang opening the way?" Zhen Ming sighed and shrugged, "When has our Mine Gang ever been afraid of them!"

  The man in the Han Chinese clothing on the ground heard this and his body trembled slightly, his momentum weakened a lot. If it is said that in Luoyang City, only the Mining Gang has the power to compete with the Salt Gang. Although there were no intense conflicts between the two gangs on the surface, they often clashed underground over territory.

  Zhen Ming said with a bitter smile, operating on his phone for a few moments, opening the photo album, finding the only one with Old Song in it from a pile of secretly taken photos of Zhang's family, and handing it to the man in Chinese tunic suit, asking: "I'm looking for this old man, I think you should have seen him, would you please tell me where he is now?"

  ……

  "If you want to know something, just ask. You're easily distracted while driving like this." Zhen Ming sat miserably at the back of the horse carriage, with the coachman occasionally turning his head to glance at him, surprise and inquiry written in his eyes.

  The carman smiled somewhat awkwardly, and then asked with some impatience the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Can that thing really hear sounds and identify locations? Can it tell how many points a dice has?"

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and nodded: "Currently, the function can only simultaneously identify the numbers of five dice, with an accuracy rate of 90%."

  "How did you manage to?"

  "Each die has a different rotation rule, such as sound, intensity, rotation speed, and direction. If you grasp this rule, you can use a certain algorithm to calculate the number of points on the die. Of course, if you rely on human calculation, it may take a year or more to get the result, but with an app and high-speed CPU, you can get the result in one second. This thing is called a smartphone in our hometown..."

  The driver was completely bewildered by the terms "algorithm", "program", and "CPU", but he did understand one thing: this young man could easily win money at the gambling table.

  ……

  The horse carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

  "We're here." The driver was still thinking about the amazing software that Zhen Ming had mentioned earlier, which was really too profound and difficult for him to understand.

  Zhen Ming got off the bus and looked around.

  This is a slum area in the northern part of Luoyang City. Judging from the degree of damage to the houses, these houses have at least hundreds of years of history. There is no possibility of repair, and the walls of the houses have been sandblasted by the wind and rain for hundreds of years. The tiles on the roof are cracked and broken, making people wonder if a loud noise would collapse these houses.

  It's surprising that people still live in these houses.

  Zhen Ming knocked on one of the houses with a wooden door covered in green moss.

  The door was opened by a bearded man with a strong smell of alcohol, who gruffly asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you looking for?"

  "Excuse me, does Master Yan live here?"

  "Yan Ge Pi Ye is just a deadbeat, what are you looking for him for? He still owes me two bottles of baijiu!"

  Zhen Mingsu smiled wryly and handed him a few silver coins. The drunkard's eyes lit up, he raised his head to size Zhen Mingsu up, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes: "You think you can buy my information with just a few silver coins? That's a bit too little, isn't it?"

  "I have something to discuss with Master Yan, thank you for your trouble." Zhen Ming handed over a few taels of silver.

  The drunkard became even more certain that this man was a big spender, "Ten taels! I'll tell you where Yan San is, otherwise forget it!"