"Ann...... Director Andrew ...... Big...... Event...... Oh no!"

Andrew was enjoying his coffee leisurely, and behind him was a black girl massaging him, this girl was the over-breasted kind! Suddenly, a subordinate ran over, and without knocking on the door, he broke into Andrew's office.

"What's it called? As long as the casino hasn't been blown up, what's the big deal? Hurry up, if you can't say anything big, then you can get out tomorrow, don't come to work at Rabe Casino!"

Andrew was very upset, fortunately he didn't do aerobics with his black sister just now, otherwise it would have been embarrassing if someone bumped in. But even so, it made Andrew in a bad mood.

"Ah, it's the seventh table of baccarat...... The table was down...... What now?" the man paused for a moment, relieved himself, and then said hurriedly.

"Shut down, what the hell is going on? Tell me clearly!"

Andrew stood up, and due to the special mode of baccarat, the dealer inside was not on the casino side, but actually a gambler. And the way the casino makes a profit, that is, it takes a commission of about 3% per game. Therefore, no matter who wins or loses, the casino is sure to make a profit. But what's going on with the tables down?

As a technical director, this is a big problem. But then again, who has the ability to shut down such a big Rabe Casino, and it is also one of the most popular baccarat tables? It's simply impossible, Andrew has never seen the gaming table idle since he came to Rabe Casino, and everyone is squeezing their heads to grab the dozen seats.

"Yes...... It's the light...... He was messing around there, and now no one dared to go to the table to play, and they were swarming to follow the light and bet in the opposite direction. At first, there were still people who did not believe in evil who dared to go up to play, but they all lost miserably. After a few rounds, the game went on...... That...... That Director Andrew, what are we going to do here? If a table is down for an hour, our casino will lose at least 30,000 dollars of ......."

The man then explained that the culprit of all this was the Asian Bright Light that Andrew had just put them under surveillance. This guy is simply a big pit man, and even on the surveillance, his spine is cold. It is really worthy of the light of the true value, which side he bets on, which side will undoubtedly lose. So far, I haven't won a single game, and the difficulty is definitely no less than winning every game, which is extremely terrifying.

"Uh, or those guys? Damn, that guy has been losing until now, where did he get all that money?" Andrew understood, and everyone stayed for a while, and he also felt that it was tricky. It's okay to meet a good professional gambler, and Andrew has dozens of ways to deal with it. But when encountering this kind of bright light, every gamble is bound to lose, Andrew must admit that he really has no experience in this area.

"The man couldn't lose 10,000 dollars in an hour for every small bet he made. The man smiled bitterly and said, that guy didn't bet tens of thousands of dollars like at the beginning, which is the most annoying.

"Let's go!"

Andrew also knew the seriousness of the matter, and it was not a question of how much money a table would lose for an hour, but whether he could manage the baccarat tables in the future.

Sure enough, as Andrew expected, after the seventh was suspended, when Andrew arrived at the monitoring room, he saw a group of people following behind the bright lantern and came to the sixth table of baccarat.

"Haha! Today's luck is good! Suddenly a large number of gamblers have come to my sixth table, and tonight's performance is about to explode!

At this moment, a walkie-talkie hanging from Andrew's waist sounded the voice of the manager of Table Six, Number Six.

"Wow! I'm so envious! My No. 5 table has so little traffic tonight, and several people have just left......

"My table three is the same, and I feel like tonight is a little less crowded than yesterday. ”

"I saw that the flow of people at table 7 exploded just now, and it seems that it was all transferred to table 6, this big wave of people, shouldn't it be moved from table 7 to our table 1?

"My No. 1 table is the most unlucky, I hope the crowd must come to my No. 1 table...... By the way, what about Seven, Seven, please report quickly, how is your performance at Table Seven tonight?"

"I ...... It's the number seven...... It's 90% of what it used to be...... But ......"

"What else could it be? Wow! It's not even eleven o'clock, and the performance is already ninety percent. It's the peak season now, and tonight's performance will definitely break the previous record! Congratulations on the seventh!"

"Yes, you must have a treat on the seventh!"

"Congratulations...... I'm ...... now I want to cry ......."

……

Andrew heard that several of his idiot subordinates didn't know the seriousness of the problem, so angry that Andrew almost couldn't help but curse.

"These three women seem to be accomplices of this light, right? How did they win so many chips? Why didn't anyone report to me?"

Before Andrew could scold these men, he suddenly discovered a very important problem. Andrew was shocked to find that in addition to the light that was losing, his companions were winning like crazy, each carrying a basket full of chips of various denominations. Among them, the mixed-race woman was the most exaggerated, and the chips in her basket were all large denominations, estimated to be at least one million.

"This ...... I just wanted to report to you, Superintendent...... They have also been betting against the bright light, and they have never lost ...... the bigger and bigger," said a monitor, knowing that it was his own negligence, and hurriedly stood up and admitted his mistake.

"No, we can't let these people mess with this, or our tables will be unmanageable! Go, go to someone, warn them!"

The more Andrew looked at it, the more he felt that the egg hurt, how could there be such a person in this world? The so-called beacon is just a joke of those who always lose in the casino. But there is no pervert like you, who can maintain a 100% probability of losing. Does that mean it's the latest cheat?

These people, if there is really a problem, start A-level monitoring!

……

Zhao Wei didn't know that his performance in the past half an hour had already attracted the attention of the casino. But even if he knows, he doesn't care, he's playing hi now, and sometimes it's fun to lose money, and it's really cool to lose.

I, Zhao Wei, am a bright light in your life! Come on! Believe in me Zhao Wei, I can let you go to the pinnacle of life and marry Bai Fumei!

"Ahem, Williams, a staff member claiming to be a casino has just come to warn you to restrain yourself and stop creating a group effect. Didn't you notice that now everyone believes that you are the beacon, and they all bet in the opposite direction? The staff at the casino are also right, this kind of gambling money is not healthy, and soon we will have to change the table again!"

Just as Zhao Wei was enjoying this wonderful feeling of 'responding to a hundred calls', Gong Ji quietly pulled him and reminded him to keep a low profile.

"Ah, gambling money has to be divided into healthy and unhealthy? Boss, how do you gamble on healthy gambling money?" Zhao Weiren was a little confused, and he didn't quite understand what Gong Guitar meant.

"Do you know what it means to be able to develop continuously? No one will dare to play at table seven in less than half an hour, and if you continue like this, I estimate that table six will be empty in no more than fifteen minutes." If you change the table again, it is estimated that the empty table will be faster. Gong Ji shook his head lightly and said.

"Ah, boss, then what should I do next?" Zhao Wei was right when he thought about it, it was not a way to keep changing tables like this, although there were several tables in the casino's baccarat.