Chapter 1: Gambling Game Hall
In the early morning of March 7, 2010, in the south of Changchun City, Jilin Province.
The early spring season is still bleak. This year's spring seems to be particularly dull. At this time, it should have been the thawing of glaciers, and the tender grass is fragrant, but it is still wrapped in silver. The thick snow is reflected by the dazzling morning light, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
"Damn it! What the hell is the weather? The municipal cleaners were wrapped in thick army green coats, lazily pulling bamboo brooms, and absent-mindedly cleaning up the thick snow on the roadside.
The scenery of the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and thousands of miles of snow. At this time, there are still large snowflakes floating in the sky, which are white and perfect crystal among poets, but block the arrival of spring. The poor cleaner was doing futile snow cleaning. Behind her, the ground that had just been cleaned was instantly covered with snowflakes.
"Time has passed another era. The civilization of this era is really great!" On the roadside, a young man leaned by a big tree and slowly looked around with a joking expression. His thin blue shirt, jeans, smooth hair, and wanton shawl look incompatible with the cold weather.
"Neuropath!" When the cleaner passed him, he caught a glimpse of his thin clothes and couldn't help muttering, and then randomly cleared the snow and walked forward.
"I'm really looking forward to it! Where will the roulette of fate turn to? The young man looked up at the blue sky with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, the space around him rippled like a wave of water, and his body shook slightly, hiding in the dazzling sunlight.
"Hm?" The cleaner turned around and looked at the position where the young man had just stood, with a puzzled face, "There seemed to be someone there just now, and there didn't seem to be anyone?" Oh, I have a headache. I quit. Go home and find someone to play mahjong!"
The cleaner put the broom on his shoulder, covered his faintly painful head, turned around, and bumped into a young man who bowed his head and hurried towards him.
"Damn it, son of a bitch, look for - die - ah -?" The broken gong voice suddenly sounded, which was worse than the sound of a thousand toads shouting at the same time.
The young man slowed down, frowned, and looked at the cleaner coldly. The woman was scared coldly and dragged the broom to escape.
"boring!" The young man shot the snowflakes on his shoulder, shook his head gently, and continued to walk forward. In the cold spring, he is about 1.75 meters tall, wearing only a black jacket, jeans on his lower body, and a pair of summer sneakers under his feet, which looks a little thin.
He hurried through the street, entered the alley, turned around, and stopped in front of a dilapidated store. The store did not have any signboards. Two narrow and damaged wooden doors were tightly wrapped in dirty cotton wool, and the store's business items could not be seen at all.
He looked around a few times, pushed the door and walked in.
The door is dilapidated, but the interior is unique, with light blue floor tiles, elegant wallpaper, and extraordinary decoration. On both sides of the room, there is a row of small slot machines, with a few people sitting sporadically. In the middle of the room, facing the gate, eight or nine large circular machines were neatly arranged, and several of them were full of people. When the young man entered the door, he heard more than a dozen people around one of the machines shouting excitedly. There was a beautiful 18- or 19-year-old girl sitting at the counter at the door. She was fiddling with her mobile phone boredly. Hearing the door ring, she quickly raised her head and got up and said, "Brother Meng Fan, are you here?"
Gambling is strictly prohibited. However, the huge profit of gambling is enough to make some people take risks, so you can find some underground casinos in any city. The owners of these casinos are often the local snakes of one side. Some of them operate mahjong, poker and Paijiu, and some specialize in relatively low-risk slot machines. This is a small casino specializing in slot machines. Its owner is said to be the fourth brother of the South Head Gang of Changchun City, but no one has ever seen Lao Si appear in this game hall. Over.
The young man known as Meng Fan nodded, raised his eyebrows at the little girl like flirting, and then quickly walked to the machine that had just heard the excited shout.
More than a dozen men surrounded the machine tightly, concentrating, and watching the bustle were also with high spirits.
"Brother Li, how is your record today?" Meng Fan asked one of the big man with an excited expression, "What did you give just now?"
75 times Mercedes-Benz! Eight doors are full, but unfortunately I only pressed one door. Brother Li spread his hands and said, "Xiaofan, you're a little late. You can get 700 yuan just now, haha!"
The Mercedes-Benz BMW machine can be played by eight people. It is called eight doors. There are three lamp colors. The odds of each lamp color are divided into four models from low to high: Jetta, Audi, BMW and Mercedes-Benz. There are 12 lights, with a minimum odds of 4 times and a maximum of 75 times, and a maximum pressure of 99 points per lamp. What was given just now is 75 times the highest multiple. According to the conversion ratio of 100 yuan and 1,000 cents here, each door just won 700 yuan.
Meng Fan tweeted twice. Seeing that there was no vacancy in the machine, he held his shoulder and waited quietly.
"Fuck!" In the next 20s, the machine continued to be small, which not only ate more than the more than seven thousand yuan that Brother Li began to win, but also lost a lot. "If I had known that the next program was so bad, his grandmother would have retired!"
"However, if you have given so many low times in a row, there will definitely be a high times soon!" Brother Li's face was blue, staring at the colored turntable in the center, and said with great certainty. At the same time, he held down the high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW keys with both hands, and the crisp 'ding' music sound came under the keys, which also looked very beautiful.
"Red, Jetta." The pleasant female voice came from the machine, and the colored lights stopped firmly on the lowest multiple 4 times the red Jetta, announcing the end of Li's last more than 500 points.
"Damn!"
"What a bad program, it's more than 20!"
"I don't know if the boss adjusted the program, or how could it be so unlucky?"
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A group of men around the Mercedes-Benz BMW were dizzy. The joy brought by the highest Mercedes-Benz more than ten minutes ago had already disappeared and they became anxious.
"Damn, I don't believe it, score!" Brother Li scratched in his pocket for a long time, and finally collected a sporadic ticket of 510 yuan again and counted it, just 100 yuan. He blushed and patted the ticket on the table, opened his neckline, rolled up his sleeves, and his forehead was shiny, sweating profusely, and looked a little embarrassed.
"Damn, Lao Li, leave some money to go home to serve your wife. Don't even have money to buy a condom, haha..." Several people who watched the scene were obviously very familiar with this brother Li and began to gag and laughed.
"Get out!" Brother Li stared at those people and turned around to greet the security guard in charge of the division on this table, "Come on, come on, give me a score!"
Meng Fan looked at it quietly without saying anything.
has given 23 low-power Jetta and Audi in a row. All eight people who played this machine lost money, with the least loss of about 4,000 points, and the most 10,000 points. That is, in just ten minutes, the machine silently ate 40,000 to 50,000 points, a total of 4,000 to 5,000 yuan.
It should be doubled! Or continue to give more than a dozen times? Meng Fan reached out and explored the 500 yuan in his pocket and shook his head.
This 500 yuan is the cost of living this month. If you lose, it will be miserable. You must see the situation clearly!
"Xiaofan, I'm too moldy. You help me with the staff and collusion. What's the pressure? Brother Li was sweating profusely and obviously had no idea of losing.
Brother Li has passed two points, and now there are only four hundred points on his table.
"Oh--" Before Meng Fan could speak, all the colorful lights of a bird and beast machine next to him flashed, and the music was cheerful. Several people around the machine beat their chests excitedly, like a gorilla eating bananas.
"Fuck, this has always been the lowest multiple Jetta Audi, and there is a great white shark with the highest multiple over there. It's fucking unfair!" Brother Li patted his thigh angrily and did not continue to ask Meng Fan. He was cruel and pressed the remaining 400 points on the highest multiple Mercedes-Benz and BMW.
Meng Fan sighed helplessly and gently. I'm afraid this Brother Li is going to lose.
"Green, Audi!" Sure enough, I gave 13 times the Audi this time.
Meng Fan looked at Brother Li and saw him staring at the disk lantern in the center. He looked stupid and looked a little absent-minded. It seems that this guy stole his daughter-in-law's money and ran out again. I guess he is thinking about how to go back to work with his daughter-in-law.
After a few seconds, Brother Li groped on his body again and couldn't find a few cents for a long time, so he had to let go of the chair and stood aside reluctantly.
Finally, a door was vacavated. Meng Fan quickly sat up and pulled out 100 yuan for 1,000 points.
"Xiaofan, there must be a big one, right away!" Brother Li didn't have any intention of leaving, so he couldn't help urging Meng Fan.
Meng Fan didn't care about him and glanced at the left and right doors. Seeing that the two people had filled the high-power Mercedes-Benz BMW, he couldn't help frowning slightly and pressing 50 points on the seven-fold Jetta and eight-fold Audi.
A gambling machine is a kind of machine that eats big and spit small. Each gambling machine sets a certain spit rate, such as eating 1,000 points and spitting out 600 points. Therefore, if all eight doors are pressed high times, the chance of giving high times is very small. The 85-fold Mercedes-Benz I met when I just entered the door must have happened when the machine had to spit out after eating a lot of points.
Meng Fan is a student of electronic engineering and has specialized in the study of gambling machines, so he is very confident in this.
What's more, I'm just a poor college student. If I don't have ten pressure methods like Brother Li, I will definitely lose all the living expenses of a month.
Meng Fan is not that stupid.
In addition, Meng Fan chose this machine after entering the door because the most people played with it. For gambling machines like this, the more people there are, the greater the chance of winning money. Therefore, Meng Fanning can wait for an hour on the side and is not willing to play with those machines with fewer people.
"Red, Audi." The colored lights stopped on the red Audi, which is exactly eight times the Audi.
Yes! The first one was crushed. Although he won only 300 points in total, it was still a good sign of a good start.
The next thing is much simpler. Meng Fan only pressed 100 to 200 points to low times each time. It was not very big to win or lose, but several other people who guarded the high level gradually couldn't resist. In this city, the income and consumption level are not very high. The monthly income of ordinary people is only about 2,000, and those people have lost 1,500 or 56 in such a while. Judging from the cold sweat on their foreheads, their surplus must not be much.
After another half an hour, several other people shook their heads and sighed and left one after another. From Meng Fan's entry to now, there has been only a 45-fold red BMW in a whole hour and a half, and the rest are in the low Audi and Jetta.
Those people firmly believe that they will not give low times continuously and have been sticking to high-power Mercedes-Benz and BMW, and the programmers of gambling machines have grasped their psychology and let them willingly take out the money and lose to the operators of the game hall.
Finally, among the eight Mercedes-Benz BMW machines, only three people are playing, counting Meng Fan. In the hour just now, this machine ate at least seven or eighty thousand points.
"Red, BMW!" Finally, a 35-fold BMW was released, and the other two were obviously full of 99 points, with a somewhat relaxed expression. But Meng Fan is very clear that the points they spit out are simply a drop in the bucket compared with the points they were eaten.
However, it's almost time to bet on a high multiple!