The famous Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky once had a famous book called The Gambler, which was based on his personal gambling experience, and he relied on this book to pay off his gambling debts, Dostoevsky was buried in Leningrad, where Grigory visited when he was a child, and he would never have imagined that he would one day become a gambler.
Grigory's table was now full of chips and he was enjoying a cup of fruit yogurt, while one of the players sitting next to him was lying on the table in frustration.
"Sir, do you want to continue playing, the guests are still waiting," the dealer cautioned.
The player slowly sat up, looked at the crowd gathered around the table, gritted his teeth, and said, "Help me get another $40,000 in chips."
"But sir, we don't take credit here," the dealer reminded with a smile.
The player pointed to Grigory's nose and said, "You wait, I'll come back later," and then slipped away without looking back.
Seeing this, Grigory said to the waiter: "Help me clean these up, I'm going to try my luck in a different casino."
The man who was beaten by Grigory at the table just now is one of the professional gamblers who has been coming to Taj Mahal regularly lately, and he is also the target of Grigory's visit this time.
Grigori played two games with him at the table, and he probably knew what this guy was coming from, and it turned out that he, like Grigori, used card counting to improve his winning rate, so Grigory suggested to Yuri that the number of pokers per table in the entire blackjack game area be changed from four cards to eight decks.
This doubles the difficulty of card counting, and in this case, the amount of counting is definitely more than doubled each time the player participates in the card count.
This small change makes these professional gamblers completely unable to count.
Just because others can't count doesn't mean Grigory can't count, and the amount of computation for this difficulty is still within Grigory's tolerance, so Grigory began to fight at the table.
Grigory doesn't win much, but if he wins, he must win a lot of money.
So before the parties knew it, Grigory not only recovered the losses in the casino for Yuri these days, but also made a big profit, thanks to the casino manager Blake for telling Grigory this strategy against gamblers.
The strategy specified by Blake is simple, reduce the number of wins and increase the income from winnings.
He told Grigory that almost all gamblers have a mentality that they always want to win when they win and always want to get it back when they lose.
It was with this mentality that Grigory managed to ransack the guy.
Leaving his casino, Grigory crossed the street and walked into the Caesars Palace Casino, not far from Taj Mahal.
Behind him, Yuri carried several people, each with two lockboxes in their hands.
Just like this, a group of people walked into the Caesar Palace of Old Clement.
"Cashing in chips," Grigory whispered to the cashier, standing in front of the counter.
"How much," the cashier asked with a smile.
Grigory pointed to the group of people who followed behind him and said, "100 million" Soon, Yuri and the others opened the box, and bundles of bills were neatly laid out on the counter.
"Oh God" "Honey, a lot of money" There were bursts of exclamations all around.
Grigory and the others were soon taken aside alone, the money counters began to count frantically, and a dozen cashiers began to get busy.
Grigory and Yuri sat on the couch and waited for each other to figure it out.
The crowd gathered around them, pointing at them and talking about something, while the security guards kept everyone out.
"Two gentlemen, there is a separate room upstairs, do you want to go up and play" The casino manager respectfully ran over and asked.
"No, we prefer to be in the hall, lively," Yuri replied with a smile, and Grigory nodded his head.
After more than half an hour, several waiters dragged a tray of large chips behind Grigory to a blackjack table, while Yuri stood behind him, waiting to see a good show.
"Player bet," the dealer said as he shuffled his cards.
Grigory took the smallest $10,000 and put it down, and soon all the guests at the table left, because the chips were too big for anyone to follow, so it became a showdown between Grigory and the dealer.
Thirty minutes passed, and old Clemente rushed through the crowd when he heard the news, and the casino manager followed him with sweaty heads.
"What's the matter" Old Clement whispered to a small supervisor standing on the side, and the little supervisor whispered: "Boss, we have lost almost nine million" Old Clement felt a pang of heartache, and he turned his head to look at Grigory, but he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and at this moment Yuri was standing proudly behind Grigory and greeting him "Yuri," Old Clement whispered angrily, his eyes fixed on Yuri, eager to kill him with his gaze.
"Oh" There was another exclamation in the crowd, and old Clement looked at the table, and a large number of chips were pushed in front of Grigory, seeing that the number was at least a few million, and the old Clement was about to vomit blood, and the dealer who had been in charge of the table, at this moment, did not dare to deal any more cards, and he looked at old Clement with a pale face.
"Who else is better, and someone else," asked old Clement.
"Boss, Brad is already the best I've ever done here," the casino manager said with a bitter face.
"He's no longer good, his confidence has been completely shattered, and he won't be able to do this in the future, forget Harry, you better go," said old Clement to the casino manager.
"I'm okay, boss," Harry agreed, and he walked over to the dealer named Brad with heavy steps and replaced him.
"Now I'll ask you for your service," Harry said with a slight bow to Grigori.
Five minutes later, Harry gave Grigory a pair of fives, tripling the table bet to Grigory.
Old Clement, who was standing on the side, covered his chest with sweat on his forehead, and he said weakly: "Quick, tell the guests that the door is closed today, and invite Mr.
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