So far, Xu Yun was a very, very obedient "prey" for Arnaud, who had walked into his trap step by step.
The rise of the VIP lounge was actually prepared for these players who could afford to lose. Everyone was well aware that those who couldn't afford to lose wouldn't be invited in, and those who could afford to lose wouldn't be able to escape. They would all be invited in by the sharp-eyed stacking players.
The lowest bet in the hall was 100 yuan, and the highest bet was no more than 100,000 yuan. Although the smallest bet in the VIP lounge was a few thousand yuan, the people who came here to play were all people of status, who cared about their reputation. If they were stingy and could not bear to play, they could go to the hall and not enjoy the service here.
To put it bluntly, everything in the hall was "infinitely enlarged". Whether it was the chips or the service, it was normal to win or lose hundreds of millions in a few minutes.
The service and respect here were not for the guests, but for the money in their pockets.
Xu Yun was sure that as long as he started to play here, Arnaud would serve him like an emperor. Serving him tea and even feeding him were trivial things. Even if Xu Yun spat phlegm, Arnaud would help Xu Yun catch it with a tissue.
If Xu Yun lost too much, it would not be a problem to slap him or call him a jinx. It was Arnaud's service to vent his anger.
Why?
When Xu Yun left the table, the accountant in the VIP lounge would immediately calculate the amount of chips Xu Yun had loaned to Arnaud, and Arnaud could take his commission from this amount.
The moment Xu Yun entered the VIP lounge, Arnaud had made all the plans.
He could accompany Xu Yun and lose all the money. If Xu Yun was annoyed, Arnaud could take him out to taste the crab porridge on Guan Ye Street, Wan Zai Wings on New Road, or hot spring massage, as long as it could appease Xu Yun.
If Xu Yun lost, Arnold would take Xu Yun to the tourist tower to bungee jump. Bungee jumping was equivalent to dying once. If he wasn't even afraid of "death", why would he be afraid of losing?
After a round of leisure activities, many customers were able to put on their clothes again.
This was Ah Nuo's experience. He knew all too well how to appease a customer. This was his job, a job that allowed him to easily earn a living.
Of course, if Xu Yun was lucky enough, Ah Nuo would also be happy. After all, the money he won was from the casino, not Ah Nuo's. He would also happily transfer the money Xu Yun won to the mainland account designated by Xu Yun through the secret underground money house. This was what he should do, as long as the commission was in place.
Arnaud was not afraid of Xu Yun winning, nor was he afraid of Xu Yun losing. If Xu Yun lost all the money, Mr. Closed would naturally collect the debt, and it would have nothing to do with him.
With Xu Yun's identity, even if he lost all the 200 million yuan, Arnaud would let him leave safely, and Mr. Closed would let him return to the mainland safely.
As long as he paid the debt within the agreed time, nothing would happen. Of course, the debt could be paid in cash, in kind, or in other tangible or intangible assets.
If Xu Yun really did not have the cash to pay back, Mr. Closed would definitely not mind letting Xu Yun pay with the shares of Sky Entertainment Group.
Even if Xu Yun lost billions or even tens of billions, Mr. Closed would not care at all, because he knew that the shares of Sky Entertainment Group were worth more than that. If he could let Xu Yun lose all the shares to pay back the debt, Mr. Closed would definitely be smiling from ear to ear.
Who didn't know that Sky Entertainment Group made a lot of money every year by relying on film and television?
"Say, if I really lose, would you dare to play under the table?" Xu Yun asked, "Or would Mr. Closed let you play under the table?"
"That depends on the person. I believe that if it was Mr. Xu, Mr. Closed would definitely agree." Arnaud smiled, "But I think Mr. Xu is a rational person. He wouldn't do something so irrational, would he?"
"Who knows." Xu Yun shook his head, "There are no rational saints at the gambling table, only lunatics."
The so-called gambling under the table was that when people were desperate to lose, they would want to use a more tragic gambling under the table to recoup their losses. In addition to the 1: 1 odds on the Baccarat table, under the table, gamblers and stackers could privately raise the odds to 1: 3, 1: 5, or even 1: 10, regardless of the rules of the venue.
In the jargon, it was called 1: 3, 1: 5, 1: 10. That was to say, if a gambler chose 1: 3 and bet 10 million on the table to win, in addition to the 10 million the casino would pay, the stackers would have to pay him 30 million.
The gambling under the table was very risky for both the stackers and the gamblers. If the gambler was lucky, the stackers would lose a lot of money in a few rounds.
Similarly, if the gambler lost control and didn't control himself, his chances of winning would only become smaller and smaller. A gambler would lose everything in one or two years at most. Many times, such gamblers would become "bombs" in the stackers' mouth.
"Yes." Arnaud smiled, "Last year, there was a gambler who insisted on gambling under the table with me, and Mr. Closed agreed. At first, he wanted to take on five opponents by himself. He won twice in a row and caused me to lose hundreds of millions … I was scared at that time. Unfortunately, he lost again and again … lost everything. He lost everything and became a bomb in the end. "
Qin Waner frowned, "Bomb?"
"Oh, we call those gamblers who have gambled to the point that they can't pay back their debts but still want to borrow chips from us," Arnaud explained.
Qin Waner understood and nodded. So that was it.
The smile on Arnaud's face became much more bitter, "At that time, I made a mistake … I still regarded this bomb as my high-quality customer, so Mr. Closed lent him a sum of money again … As a result, the money was thrown into a bottomless pit. Not only did he not get my commission, but he also couldn't collect the debt."
"The debt hasn't been collected yet?" Xu Yun was stunned. If that was the case, how could Mr. Closed still trust Arnaud?
"It took a lot of effort for Mr. Closed to pay off the debt with a real estate in the mainland." Arnaud said, "Fortunately, the housing prices in the mainland were soaring at that time, so Mr. Closed didn't lose money … Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to continue to make a living now."
After that incident, Arnaud realized that this kind of bomb was mostly tearing down the east wall to pay the west wall. Before him, it was very likely that he had outstanding debts from other stackers or loan sharks.
This also meant that whenever he won money in gambling or made money in a decent business, it would be taken away by the people in front of him to pay off the debt he owed. Asking him to pay back the money? Go to the back of the line!
If it weren't for Mr. Closed's hard power, let alone the real estate in the mainland, he was afraid that he wouldn't have a penny left.
It was also at that time that Arnaud decided that he must follow Mr. Closed to do things well, because he believed that Mr. Closed would definitely lead him to "glory."
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