Chapter 60 59. First Taste of Poker

After playing for a long time, I have already lost nearly 30,000. At the beginning, I played 2,000, and gradually reduced it to 1,000. I thought that I should not lose everything.I don't have much reaction to winning or losing: I'm not unhappy when I lose, and I'm still so calm when I win (after all, it's not my own money, so there's nothing to feel bad about).But in the eyes of that middle-aged man, this is a good performance of my gambling.Gamblers with good gamblers are very popular among gamblers, and everyone is willing to associate with them, and I am also willing to make friends with those with good gamblers.People who usually play mahjong and get angry when they lose, scold mahjong, and wrestle cards are not liked by anyone. Those who lose a lot of money and still behave very calmly with a smile on their face are often likable.So he also handed me one while he was smoking, and took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with me.I also pretended to be very happy to know him and exchanged my experience of playing blackjack with him without saying a word.Gamblers always have something to talk about together, and at any gaming table, two people who don't know each other have something in common.

While I was grinding my teeth with the middle-aged man, while depositing the money, I didn't forget to continue to observe them.All their seemingly inadvertent gestures, his communication with the young man, the croupier's conversation, all the details were collected by me, and I tried to find some kind of connection among them.All of this played back in my mind over and over again like a movie. I still think the dealer probably knows the cards, but how does he do it?Following this line of thought, I focused all my attention on observing the croupiers.I have to observe his every subtle movement, I watch his every move while playing, any detail can remind me for a long time, even if he just smiles, I can think of many things Became mentally ill.

After watching for a long time, I felt excited by his inconspicuous action, that is, every time he went to pick up cards from his card boots, he would drool.This action could not be more normal, many croupiers do this.Because sometimes the hands are dry, it will be a bit troublesome to get the cards in the card boots, and it is normal to get a little bit of saliva, just like when a lot of people count money, they like to count the number of times and get a little bit of saliva. So I wasn't very sure at the beginning, and I didn't feel any difference after observing for a long time, it was just a random thought.At that time, I was too bored to sum up: Damn, how can you still taste the salty taste?When this idea flashed in my mind, I was suddenly a little nervous, maybe it really was.So I paid special attention to his saliva-staining movements.Because I was really at a loss at the time, so I went to the doctor in a hurry.I remember when I was a child, someone gave me a pair of perfume poker to play, which made my memory deep.

But I think it's not possible. The poker is purchased and stored in a unified way. It is only sent out by the poker room at the beginning of the game. How could it have a salty taste?Besides, even if the poker has a taste and can be tasted, but the croupier drank his saliva before taking the cards, and did not lick his fingers after taking the cards, how could he know the taste?I am a little amused by this idea myself, it seems that I am really a little nervous. After looking at it for a while, I felt that this matter had nothing to do with the croupier's saliva taking cards, but I couldn't find anything else to make me doubt it.Is my thinking wrong?It was almost 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, and I was smoking a cigarette vigorously, observing and thinking carefully with my red eyes, as if I had returned to the previous scene of losing money and staying up late.The difference is that this time I have no sense of my winning or losing.After playing for a while, the middle-aged man's upper family lost, so he got up and left.Since I had a "speculative" chat with the middle-aged man, I also wanted to get close to him to get some information, so I took advantage of the situation and sat down.I will ask for his opinion on any cards I encounter, whether to make up or not to make up, whether to score or not, I will ask him.As for him, he occasionally gave me a few moves according to the blackjack rules and expressed his own opinions.Every time I finished speaking, I would tell me: "You make up your own mind, don't blame me for losing." I also pretended to be very generous and said some indifferent things.Every time I win, he pats me, as if congratulating me, and comforts me when I lose.At that time, I didn't know their specific tricks. Everything was just suspicion. How did I know that he was helping the gambling table to win money and then cheated?I also summed up myself: this person is really good.I also had the idea of ​​reminding him, but of course it was only for a moment, but luckily I dismissed it immediately.After learning all the inside story, I realized that he deliberately made everyone lose.Although I have thoroughly studied the psychology of gamblers who can betray anyone, I secretly applauded his fate later: Fuck you, you deserve it!Thinking about it, my mind is also a bit dark.

When I sit in the middle, I can better observe everything under my eyelids.The blackjack table in that casino is relatively wicked, it is a big long table.The croupier is in the middle of one side, and the card shoes are placed in front of him, from left to right.I am the player sitting opposite him. What really enlightened me a little was the little action of the croupier.At the beginning of each round, the croupier will issue two open cards to each of the players below, and one open card and one dark card to himself.After the cards were dealt, he casually drool.Then he was waiting for everyone's instructions, whether to want or not, which one should make up cards, and which one should give up.At this time, his finger was resting on the hidden card.If the players below need to make up their cards, he casually drools again and takes cards from the card shoe for them.Or following the idea that poker has flavor, is he tasting the hidden card in front of the door?After tasting, you will know what the hidden card in front of your door is, and you will know your points by comparing your other exposed card.Then use this to determine whether the cards in the card shoe are beneficial or harmful to the cards in front of your door. If it is beneficial, tell others to leave and leave the harmful ones?But it still doesn't make sense: he can taste the hidden cards in front of his door and know how many points he has in front of the door, but every time he goes to get cards from his card boots, he drools first and then takes them out directly. There is no chance to taste the cards in the card boots at all.

What is going on, no matter how I think about it, it is really a headache, thinking of this, I subconsciously click my mouth.It happened that all six decks of cards were gone (there were six decks in blackjack in the early days), the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at me and said, "Little brother, are you hungry?" I said, "It's not that I'm hungry, it's because I smoked too much. "The middle-aged man also kindly reminded me to smoke less, and I nodded repeatedly. When the cards were over, it was time to exchange for new cards. The manager who patrolled the hall and paid attention to the situation of each table immediately asked people to go to the card room to pick up six new decks of cards.The croupier handed the box of discarded cards to the sender and took them back to the card room, and then unpacked the new poker one by one, and neatly listed each deck of poker on the table for the players to check.After the player expresses no objection, turn the poker face down and randomly shuffle the cards on the table. Players can also participate in the shuffle.At first, the cards were shuffled like this, but later they were not allowed.Only the croupiers shuffle the cards by themselves, and later the croupiers can’t shuffle the cards anymore, and the special personnel in the card room shuffle them out, and everyone cuts them.The four walls of the special shuffling room are transparent, and players on the field can watch the people shuffling inside.There is supervision and video recording, and now all big casinos do this.Of course, there is also a development process, and underground casinos in different places adapt to this change at different speeds.

So everyone, you help to draw and pull, and I help to flutter.I saw that the opportunity had come, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I reached out to help the paddle a few times.During this time, I caught a few cards in the palm of my right hand, and there was really no way to hold more, because the cards were spread out and shuffled on the table, and the cards were uneven.If the whole deck of poker is stacked, I can pick up twenty or thirty cards or take one away without any problem.It was a bit embarrassing to say that I could only hold a few sheets.As soon as I clamped, the poker went into the sleeve, and the poker went into the sleeve, and the muscles in the arm had to work hard to prevent the poker from slipping out.In order not to appear blunt, I deliberately raised my arms and pretended to rub my eyes.It's normal to rub your eyes after staying up late, so take the opportunity to keep your poker in your sleeves.Rubbing my eyes and looking around, no one noticed my little movements.

After the cards are shuffled, everything starts over in the order of the game: cut the cards, put them in the card shoe, close the lid, ask everyone for advice, cut the discarded cards and start the game.At this time, I had already lost nearly 40,000 yuan. Looking back, I really became a winner once.After playing a few simple hands, I made an excuse to go to the toilet, got off the table, and went to the toilet with the remaining chips. The men's room has a row of urinals and a row of toilet stalls with doors.I went into the toilet, didn't see anyone, and hurriedly took out the poker I had stolen from my sleeve.I stole 5 cards, looked at them over and over again, and recalled the look of the croupier slobbering, and I felt a little funny to myself.After looking at it for a while, I brought the poker to my mouth, stuck out my tongue and licked it, hoping to taste it.But it's tasteless.I was not reconciled, so I took out the other four and licked them one by one.There is no smell on the back and around the card.Isn't it right?I licked it again, all over the place, and there was really no taste at all.Could it be that I was thinking wrong?While he was in a daze, the door of a bathroom suddenly opened.