"Everyone!"
After lighting a cigarette, I walked out from the few onlookers around, strolled unhurriedly to the table and sat down, asking with a smile, "If you're raising the stakes, count me in!"
Upon hearing my words, apart from the man with the mustache, everyone else showed some degree of surprise, along with joy.
In their eyes, I was undoubtedly a greedy gambler. And greed, precisely, was what they valued.
If a gambler isn't greedy, how could a cheat possibly have a chance to make a big score?
With no change in his expression, after a brief pause, the man with the mustache nodded slightly and smiled, "Alright! Then let's raise the stakes."
"Let's go straight for ten to fifty, with alternating blinds, no cap! You can hide or go all-in however you like!"
"You don't have to hide, but if you don't hide, there's no bonus. Other than that, there's no rule about dragons eating dragons, or earth dragons eating miscellaneous dragons, nor is there a rule that 235 can beat a pair!"
"After the winner shuffles, they must let the losers outside cut the deck. If, after asking around, no one cuts the deck, then you cut it yourself!"
I naturally had no objections to the rules proposed by the man with the mustache.
To put it mildly, 'Zha Jinhua' (Golden Flower) is almost a nationwide popular card game.
However, due to differences in regional cultures and customs, there are certain variations in some details.
Setting aside the fact that what the man with the mustache said earlier were all rules that needed to be clarified beforehand when playing 'Zha Jinhua' outside, the act of cutting the deck alone could make many unsuspecting outsiders lower their guard.
But what they didn't know was...
When you're out and about, not gambling is winning!
As soon as the man with the mustache finished speaking, he started shuffling the cards.
Although I joined midway, he was the winner of the previous hand.
So, according to the rules, the person shuffling remained the same.
After shuffling, the man with the mustache handed the deck to me, signaling me to cut the cards.
Since I was new to the table, to avoid drawing attention and adhering to the principle of hiding my strength, I didn't rashly use any techniques to cut the cards.
I simply cut the deck in an ordinary manner, intending to observe the situation first and then act when the opportunity arose.
After cutting the cards, the man with the mustache began dealing them out one by one.
From shuffling to dealing, the man with the mustache still used the false shuffle and the "touch two cards" dealing technique.
Seeing this, it was clear that the cheating group, led by the man with the mustache, no longer intended to hide their intentions and were prepared to completely harvest me and Han Jinlun.
Witnessing the man with the mustache's technique, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Heh! You want to butcher me like a pig? I'll be damned if I fall into your trap!
Once the man with the mustache finished dealing, the real showdown of this "pig-slaughtering" game... officially began!
...
While observing earlier, I noticed that the man with the mustache's group seemed to particularly favor using the "two ghosts carrying the sedan" method to stubbornly stall people.
And each time, it was the tall, leggy woman who led the stalling.
On several occasions, the tall, leggy woman even ended up laughing at the end.
This created a misconception among the onlookers, making them subconsciously believe that the tall, leggy woman had very good luck.
Little did they know, the truth that is seen by outsiders... is never the truth!
After the cards were dealt, all six of us at the table, including myself, understood the situation and all chose to "hide" their hands for the first round.
The cheating group wanted to stall me with their hidden bets.
And I, in turn, wanted to use my hidden bets to counter-stall them.
As for Han Jinlun, it's likely that among the six of us, he was the only one who was genuinely hiding his hand for the sake of hiding.
Thus, the game proceeded with a very peculiar atmosphere.
Apart from the occasional sound of a lighter igniting a cigarette, no one spoke; everyone was quietly throwing in their money.
Unknowingly, with no one looking at their cards, the hidden bets had reached the tenth round.
After the middle-aged man disguised as a boss spoke about raising the stakes, the cheating group must have communicated privately through glances or signals about not looking at their cards.
At this moment, they were definitely waiting for either Han Jinlun or me to break and look at our cards first, and then reveal our hands and bet.
This way, the "two ghosts carrying the sedan" tactic could be utilized to its fullest extent.
But for some reason, Han Jinlun's mind, at this crucial juncture, suddenly became enlightened!
No longer was he as reckless and impatient as before; instead, he appeared calm and composed.
Seeing this, infinite doubts arose in my heart...
No way? Could it be that Han Jinlun had been playing the fool to catch the tiger all along!?
If he had that kind of intelligence, he wouldn't have failed to see that the tall, leggy woman and this group were actually working together.
As I was secretly wondering, it was Han Jinlun's turn to bet again.
As he threw in money, he turned to the tall, leggy woman and said, "Beautiful lady, why don't I have your good luck?"
Seeing that the tall, leggy woman ignored him, Han Jinlun didn't get angry. Instead, he sighed with feigned emotion, "Alas! I don't have much ammunition left in my pocket."
"This is the last hand! If I lose, this brother won't be able to be your most firm... sturdy backup, accompanying you to conquer the table!"
After speaking, Han Jinlun took out all the money in his pockets in front of everyone.
Hearing Han Jinlun's words and seeing his actions, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in speechless exasperation.
Don't flaunt your wealth, brother!!!
So, the guy wasn't enlightened at all, but rather felt like he was about to lose everything.
He couldn't stay by the tall, leggy woman's side openly anymore, and was preparing to go all-in this hand, and then try his luck.
Just for those long legs, he was willing to stake all his money! Even so, he couldn't even earn a single smile from her.
Seeing Han Jinlun's actions, I really wanted to ask, "Is it worth it!?"
In fact, Han Jinlun's performance perfectly illustrated the most powerful aspect of the new type of "pig-slaughtering" game.
Although the target person was still drawn into the game by lust, after entering, their attention would be involuntarily shifted to the gambling table because of the woman.
Especially when they saw that women could conquer the gambling table through luck, most target individuals would feel a sense of eager curiosity.
Once they are truly at the table, for the cheating group, it's equivalent to the "pig" closing the door and entering the pen!
Returning to the main topic.
In complete contrast to my speechless state, upon seeing Han Jinlun reveal his wealth, the members of the cheating group at the table, including the man with the mustache, all showed a subtle, imperceptible change in their expressions.
To be precise, it should be excitement.
Although Han Jinlun didn't reveal much money, only about three thousand yuan.
Even if he won it all back, plus the thousand yuan he had lost earlier, he would only get seven to eight hundred yuan per person. However...