Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 334: Chapter 320: Not Enough Chips

’What’s going on? Am I seeing things? Did I just win?? HOLY SHIT!’

’I really won! Brother Fang said it was a sure thing, and I actually hit the jackpot! Nine million US Dollars! That’s over sixty million RMB!’

The two exchanged a look, both seeing the excitement in the other’s eyes.

But they quickly calmed down. Their sharp gazes scanned their surroundings vigilantly, worried someone might try to snatch Brother Fang’s chips.

Although the surrounding crowd was envious, no one would actually try to snatch the chips. They weren’t solid gold, after all. Even if you managed to grab them and get away, what good would they be if the casino refused to cash them in?

After taking a good, long look at the tray at the bottom, now overflowing with chips, everyone’s eyes filled with envy. At the same time, they felt their own chances of winning had just shot up. One by one, they turned and headed for the other slot machines.

Meanwhile, Fang Chenyi glanced nonchalantly at the overflowing chip tray and couldn’t help but chuckle as he gave Qi Xiaotian a light rap on the head.

"Alright, no need to be so tense. Nobody’s going to snatch them. Hurry up and collect the chips, it’s already overflowing."

The CLATTERING sound continued. Qi Xiaotian quickly acknowledged him, then squatted down to start gathering the chips pouring out of the slot machine.

Soon, the tray in Liu Yishou’s hands was full of chips of all denominations.

CLATTER CLATTER~

"Huh? Holy shit, Brother Fang, why’d the machine stop spitting them out?! There’s still like seven or eight million dollars’ worth of chips that haven’t come out yet!"

Qi Xiaotian, who had been grabbing handfuls of chips, was startled when the machine suddenly stopped paying out.

There had been a lot of chips, but aside from the ten $10,000 chips Fang Chenyi had put in, they were almost all small $10 and $100 chips. All together, it only amounted to about a million.

Fang Chenyi wasn’t surprised by this. ’A single slot machine can’t possibly hold that many chips,’ he thought. After a quick look, he figured a machine like this was probably stocked with a million dollars in chips at most.

Under normal circumstances, a million dollars in chips per machine would be more than enough. After all, not everyone had Fang Chenyi’s particular talent.

"Alright, settle down. It’s impressive one machine could hold that much. Just go get someone from the casino."

Hearing Fang Chenyi’s explanation, Qi Xiaotian immediately understood. He agreed and turned to find a casino employee.

In fact, he didn’t need to. The casino manager was already rushing in their direction.

The commotion had been significant, drawing the attention of the staff long ago. After seeing a guest win nine million US Dollars, the attendants knew this was beyond their pay grade and rushed to inform their immediate supervisor.

The supervisor heard the news and panicked. ’Damn, nine million US Dollars just vanished? I’m not taking the fall for this!’ So, he rushed to find the casino manager, Wolz, who also happened to be the captain’s most trusted subordinate. He found him busy groping a young waitress with both hands.

Wolz shuddered at the news, and then felt a sudden, unpleasant dampness.

Despite the sticky discomfort, Wolz had no time to worry about that. He shot to his feet and ran for the casino floor.

Others might not know, but as the captain’s right-hand man, he knew that while nine million US Dollars wouldn’t have been a big deal in the past, this time was different.

The cruise ship had a new owner now. The previous owner had taken all the ship’s funds with him. This voyage wasn’t even supposed to happen, but the boss had taken the ship out without authorization to make a quick buck. And this time, all the casino’s chips were effectively worthless—they weren’t backed by any real money.

In other words, the casino had zero liquid assets.

David Rogers’s original plan had been simple: once people bought chips with cash, he’d have money to pay out the winners. Whatever was left over would be his profit. After all, the house is always the biggest winner.

But he never imagined that they would be down nine million US Dollars just over an hour after opening!

Nine million US Dollars. Even if the casino had taken in that much in buy-ins, they couldn’t give it all to this one person. Other people would surely want to cash out their chips at the end of the night. If they couldn’t produce the money then, things would get even messier.

As Wolz rushed toward the slot machines, he was already scheming. ’First, I’ll see if this guy has any powerful connections. If there’s no other way... I’ll just have to get rid of him!’

It was a last resort, but a necessary one. There was no way his boss, David Rogers, could come up with nine million US Dollars.

Of course, getting the man to lose all that money back to the house was also an option.

Not only that, but he had also immediately called his boss, David Rogers.

David Rogers, who was in the middle of some "exercise" with the blonde, frowned when his phone rang. ’What kind of idiot is calling me at a time like this?’

But on the off chance it was that damn Huaxia boss, he had no choice but to pick it up.

Of course, even though he stopped, the blonde woman took the initiative to continue the "workout." After all, physical fitness is important.

When he saw the number on the screen, David Rogers cursed, "Son of a bitch." It was Wolz. ’Doesn’t that bastard know I’m busy?’

He answered the phone irritably and launched into a tirade before Wolz could even speak.

But before he could finish, Wolz cut in anxiously.

"Boss, we have a problem! A huge problem! The casino just paid out nine million US Dollars!"

Hearing this, David Rogers, who had been in the throes of his vigorous exercise, suddenly went rigid. The blonde woman then felt her "workout equipment" suddenly deflate into a tiny toothpick.

Before she could even process what had happened, she felt a hard kick to her ass that sent her tumbling off the bed, landing in a face-plant.

When she turned back around, crying out in pain and rubbing the two assets that had been flattened like pancakes, she found that the bastard David Rogers had already vanished from the room.

"FUCK! Rogers, you son of a bitch! You fucking kicked me half to death!"

Qi Xiaotian had only gotten halfway when he ran into a group of people rushing toward him in a panic. They looked like casino staff.

This saved him the trouble of finding them. He held out a hand, blocking Wolz’s path.

Wolz was already in a foul mood, and he scowled when someone suddenly blocked his way. But remembering the man was a guest, he couldn’t just lash out. Instead, he asked through a frown:

"If you need something, talk to the people behind me!"

With that, he tried to step around Qi Xiaotian and keep going.

But Qi Xiaotian wasn’t about to let him go. In a flash, he sidestepped and appeared in front of Wolz again, speaking quickly.

"We won a jackpot on a slot machine, but it ran out of chips to pay us. You’d better come take a look."

Wolz froze. He suppressed the anger that was about to boil over and looked at Qi Xiaotian with a puzzled expression.

"You’re the one who won the nine million US Dollars?"

Qi Xiaotian was surprised the man already knew, and a smile touched his lips. ’Ah, so you’re the one who’s supposed to be handling this.’ He nodded.

"That’s right, my boss won it. Since you’re here to take care of it, let’s go."

Without another word, he turned and headed back the way he came, not bothering to wait for the man.

Seeing this, the corners of Wolz’s mouth curled up slightly as he thought to himself:

’So he’s one of the Huaxia People. That makes things easier. Sigh, some people just have no self-awareness. Don’t they understand the simple fact that some fortunes are too hot to handle?’

With that thought, he gave a wave of his hand and led the dozen or so men behind him, following Qi Xiaotian. They soon arrived at the slot machine area.

When he saw that the man’s boss was also one of the Huaxia People, he became even more confident.