I Wish Mo All the Best

Thinking of this, the gambling king glanced at the screen with regret. On the screen, Ni Dafa with his back hair was handsome and charming. This man had defeated him once a few years ago. At that time, the gambling king realized that this Ni Dafa was not a creature in the pool.

After failing to win over him, he ran away.

The gambling king also searched everywhere, but could never find his whereabouts. He could only settle for the next best thing and marry his daughter to this sloppy master. Unexpectedly, Ni Dafa would return to the world a few years later.

The final was between Ni Dafa and the master. Although they were opponents, seeing the high-spirited Ni Dafa and the foot-picking big man in front of him... the gambling king felt miserable.

"I want to see where he went after the game." The master got an idea after picking his feet. Although he couldn't guess what method Ni Dafa used to get out of trouble, he guessed that Ni Dafa was not alone.

There should be a team behind him, because the master noticed that Ni Dafa would be still for a period of time before the game started, and then play his cards again.

It was not easy to notice this. The master's micro-expression level was much higher than Qianmo's. After watching it a few times, he guessed that there should be someone with the same ability as himself behind Ni Dafa.

Noticing that Yu Changmo left quickly after the game, the master guessed that he wanted to meet the key person who decided the game, and immediately asked the gambling king to send someone to investigate.

The gambling king's people had been guarding the field and got a reply quickly. Ni Dafa returned to Nijia Casino Hotel after the game.

Someone was sent here to keep an eye on it, and finally caught a picture of Xiao Hei and Qianmo having dinner together during dinner time.

The photo was passed to the master, and the master raised his lips.

It turned out to be this little girl. It seemed that my first judgment about this girl was not correct. This girl was not just beautiful.

"Before tomorrow's game, at all costs, I want you to get this woman over. As long as she doesn't interfere in the game, I will definitely win tomorrow's game." The master clicked on the photo with the hand that had dug his feet.

The gambling king is worried, the Ni family's security has always been very good, and it is difficult for his people to infiltrate.

"As for how to get people here, that's your business, unless you don't want to win this game." The master licked the corner of his mouth at the photo. The beautiful woman had the same ability as him, and he really wanted to get it later. Destroy it severely.

While the master was studying Xiao Hei, Qianmo also saw the information about Xiao Hei's opponent in tomorrow's final match.

"The person we will meet in the finals tomorrow is this guy. He is from the Y country. He has been very famous in Southeast Asia in the past two years. He is nicknamed the Thousand Faces King - Darling, what are you looking at?"

Yu Changmo noticed that Qianmo's eyes were wrong.

Qianmo then told Xiao Hei about the encounter on the plane.

The guy's name was Thousand Faces Thousand King, which was very appropriate. He was able to make an expression that even Qianmo was invulnerable to.

"I guess I won't be able to help him tomorrow. I can't read his expression, so I can only place my hope on Duoduo."

When Qianmo saw that his opponent turned out to be the foot-picking uncle, his confidence suddenly disappeared.

It's not that she gave up without a fight, it was that she felt the gap in ability after contact.

Qianmo's micro-expressions were not originally used at the gambling table. She was more inclined to the direction of criminal psychology. The master had obviously trained specifically in this area and was striving for excellence in gambling skills. Qianmo knew that he could not help Xiao Mo. Black busy.

The two of them placed their hopes on Duoduo, and Yu Changmo called up the master's previous games for the two girls to watch.

Qianmo shook her head after reading it several times.

The Thousand Faces and Thousand Kings live up to their reputation. This guy is very good at hiding his emotions. Sometimes he will be very sad, which makes people think that he got a particularly bad card, but the card turned out to be a royal flush.

Sometimes he will be very happy, letting his opponent think that his cards are very good and he is forced to give up and not follow, but in the end he will smugly show his opponent a bunch of crappy cards.

But sometimes, this guy's facial expression is good and he's happy, and sometimes he's sad because his cards are bad, making it hard to figure out which of his emotions is real and which is fake.

It was such a strong opponent that made Qianmo realize that her major was not omnipotent.

"Duoduo, can you copy his emotions?" Qianmo asked Duoduo.

Duoduo has watched it many times. If it were an ordinary opponent, she would definitely be able to copy it.

But this is no ordinary opponent, Duoduo's head is shaking like a rattle.

It cannot be copied. This person, like Qianmo Xiaohei, has a personality that Duoduo cannot control.

No one can read the thoughts behind the foot-picking man, which makes the result of tomorrow's game confusing.

But the only thing that made Qianmo happy was that neither she nor Duoduo could read each other's emotions, and it was not easy for the other party to read Xiao Hei's emotions.

Yu Changmo can achieve top-level facial paralysis - but people don't think he is facial paralysis. It's just that there is a powerful person like Chen Meng in the family who specializes in reading people's hearts, and several children have practiced it.

We can't read each other's mind here, and the other party can't read Xiao Hei's mind either. It looks like there will be a hard fight tomorrow.

Qianmo didn't sleep well that night, and she had the same dream she had on the plane that day again.

This time the dream was even clearer than last time.

She was negotiating with a very powerful person, but that person was also facially paralyzed, and Qianmo couldn't read his mind.

The two men were arguing over 5% of the profit and were at a stalemate at the negotiation table. The exciting negotiations started in the morning and lasted until the afternoon, during which the two sides even stopped to have lunch together.

Qianmo won in the end, and the key to victory lay in that lunch.

It was already dawn when I woke up.

There was no warmth around Qianmo, so Yu Changmo left a note for her.

Said Hemp Oil's father was awake, Hemp Oil wanted to go see his father, Yu Changmo calculated the time, there was still some time before his game, and it was enough.

There are some things that Yu Changmo needs to say to Mai Dacong in person. He also brought some instructions from Mai Dacong's sister this time and needs to communicate in person.

The little black man was not here, so Qianmo made an appointment with Duoduo for breakfast after getting up. After eating, the two of them went upstairs to swim in the sky swimming pool for a while.

It was only then that Duoduo learned about Sesame Oil’s identity, and was speechless.

"So, I'm the only poor person in our dormitory?"

Duoduo shed tears of sympathy for herself. She was so weak, helpless and pitiful. She had no parents and only had two houses in the imperial capital and a meager six-digit savings...

"I am also a proletarian."

Duoduo disliked Qianmo and kicked her into the water.

"You have no property! Such a big casino belongs to your man. Do you have the nerve to cry about being poor?"

The few days here have allowed Duoduo to see what is the evil of capitalism, the gentle and luxurious hometown. No wonder so many people come here and linger, being driven away by the prosperity. They live in the prosperity in front of them, but they don’t know that if you gamble for a long time, you will lose. No one can become a winner forever.

(This section is free) Thanks to Yanchac for the 10,000-coin reward, another heavy sum has been added to my small notebook. Yes, this time the cute plot to wipe out the debt was broken, and the consortium ruthlessly tore my money into pieces. Extravagant hope! However, after working hard day and night on typing, I can finally raise my waist and report to everyone on my manuscript storage situation. I have saved part of the manuscript now, and I am still only half way from the manuscript storage task given above. It’s done, so the day to resume the Wild Waves update word count is just around the corner! As long as I complete the deposit task, I will resume daily luxurious updates, as promised!