The casino uniform didn't fit him, but due to his calm expression, he didn't look very strange.
Ignoring the strange looks he was getting around him, Ling Fan went straight to the door of the casino. He sat in a corner and tapped the ends of his fingers together.
When he counted to a hundred, out of the corner of his eye he saw a luxury car arrive.
The one he had been waiting for finally came.
Ling Fan curved his lips into a smile and stood up.
The owner of the luxury car was Zhu Changsheng. He was the president of the only large iron and steel enterprise in N City. He indulged in disgusting orgies of eating and drinking and passed the nights in dicing and cardplaying and other frivolous pastimes. Apart from that, his favorite hobby was playing with underage boys.
A few years later, Zhu Changsheng was reported to have sexually abused two boys and accidentally killed them in his private villa. Only then did his secret hobby become known to the public.
Ling Fan knew Zhu Changsheng's secret, and he decided to take advantage of it.
But he was not a masochist. All he wanted was to get into the casino.
When the car stopped moving, unlike those who just stood still in various seductive poses, Ling Fan directly came forward and opened the car door for the guest.
"You..." The man in the car was a bit surprised.
Ling Fan gave a smile and said, "A fortune teller told me that today is my lucky day."
"Oh, haha, you are interesting. Come with me."
The man didn't turn Ling Fan down. But obviously, it was not because he believed what Ling Fan said.
Although he knew there was absolutely no underage AG in Chu Xiao's casino, he chose Ling Fan because Ling Fan's looks tickled his fancy.
...
Envious glances were cast at Ling Fan. He followed the man into the casino at a leisurely pace.
A young woman snorted with disdain, "Humph! He's not at all good-looking. How could he succeed?"
What she didn't know was that Ling Fan never planned to attach himself to anyone...
After entering the casino, Ling Fan sneaked away when the man wasn't looking.
Then according to his memories, he walked around the casino two times and stopped in front of a gambling table.
"11 to 17. Big," Ling Fan said. With that, he threw a yellow chip engraved with the number 50 on the gambling table.
You were very wrong if you thought the chip was only worth 50 yuan. In fact, it was worth 500, 000 yuan.
As for how Ling Fan got the chip... Er, it was not difficult. Just now he wandered around the casino and stole it from a certain gambling table.
In his previous life, one of his cellmates, who had been accused of stealing national treasures, had taught him how to steal a thing undetected.
A banker in charge of the dice game glanced at the chip and then at Ling Fan. He was not surprised. After all, some rich guests were generous to beautiful boys and girls.
"Is it given by your sugar daddy? Aren't you gonna change it into some small chips?" he asked. In his view, it was unwise to bet all on a single throw.
"No. A fortune teller said that today is my lucky day."
"Alright, it's up to you. Come on, open the dice box."
"Six, five, five. Big," said a waitress.
Ling Fan didn't gamble heavily, but most of players wagered on a wrong horse, so he won a lot of money.
In the next few rounds, he bet half of his chips each time. He won four times and lost only once. At last, he became the biggest winner.
The banker cast a glance at Ling Fan and said, "You are good at gambling."
Ling Fan shrugged and smiled, "I said today is my lucky day."
Actually, he knew nothing about gambling. He just made random bets.
He won, because he was lucky.
What if he lost?
He wouldn't be sad, because he had come here with no money.