Trafford’s Trading Club

He hastily arrived in his room as a surveillance room, and Andrew had always smelled like a beast.

In this enormous city, Andrew naturally has his place and very means.

Money is a good thing because it buys a lot of politicians' services because it... Andrew can do a lot of things outside of the limits.

He may have a bloody smell that even cologne water cannot hide.

“This is the guy?” Andrew looked like a falcon.

“Yes, boss, now he's won the 31st round. And oddly enough, he always invests the least money and never raises the stakes.” The manager's face is naturally ugly, "we had to feel lucky that he wasn't playing Baccarat... otherwise, even if he made the minimum bet each time, we would probably lose to other gamblers, so much so that he went bankrupt. ”

“Please send this gentleman to the VIP room.” Andrew calmly.

……

That's what's mentioned in the movie, and it seems that there are more bridges in the novel —— but there really seems to be.

Let's just say it's a VIP room, it's actually a quieter environment than the outside - it's just the owner of this casino sitting across the street with one of his sidekicks.

On the other side, of course, there are only Rocchu and Yunight.

“What should this gentleman be called?” Andrew asked quite nicely.

He's not the one who believes in luck, he believes in his fight. He was therefore not convinced that someone would get this win-win situation because of their luck.

For that reason, Andrew was even more exclaimed. To be able to do this is naturally to have extraordinary technology, and to dare to do so in a casino is naturally extraordinary courage.

So all of a sudden Andrew was very interested in this young Orientalist —— no matter what the other person's intentions were.

“Call me… K. ”

It feels like in this very far away place from where I came from, Mr. Lo should be able to speak softly more casually.

It's a nice painting, isn't it?

Perhaps some dirt. But it doesn't seem to matter if it's personal, does it?

“Mr. K?” Andrew nodded.

Obviously, this guy has no intention of showing his true identity.

As the suspicion grew, so did Andrew's smile on his face, "Oh, Mr. K, your skill amazes me! I think it's hard to find someone as good as you... don't know what Mr. K wants from me? ”

“Why does Mr. Andrew think I'm looking for you? ”

Andrew laughed. “Mr. K joked. Every time you bet on the lowest chips, even if you win amazing numbers in a row, you actually win very little. Isn't that the message for me? ”

Rochu, playing with a chip he'd been holding from the outside table, suddenly knocked twice on the table: “Have you heard of the [Gold] match, Mr. Andrew? ”

Andrew flashed.

After a moment, his face became unusually clotted. But he quickly regained his relaxed expression and laughed: "The biggest and safest game in the underground world, I think there are a lot of people I want to know, aren't there? ”

"If Mr. Andrew knew, that would be wonderful. ”

Rocciu took a look at the man behind Andrew's suit.

Andrew said softly, "This is my assistant. ”

"At the moment, I have a [Gold] entry volume on hand," Lochu said softly. “I wonder if Mr. Andrew would be interested? ”

Andrew's slightly fluttering eyes betrayed his heart at this moment, even though it seemed abnormally calm - for him to know exactly what the [Gold] match was, it was indeed difficult to maintain inner calm at this moment.

[Gold] Entrance roll? That's not what ordinary wealth can get!

Wealth, honour, status… even power, these things are all missing.

But Andrew is clearly a highly skeptical man. He lit a cigar under his assistant's service, smoked it slowly, and suddenly laughed: "Is the entry roll in Mr. K's hand fake? ”

“I was a little upset about losing the last game.” Lochu thought he didn't hear it and ran the train with no fluctuations in his heart, "so I had to dispose of all the waste in my name and plan to buy some again. The Moscow stage owners are many, but I heard Mr. Andrew did a good job, so I thought about it and came to you first. ”

“You want to buy a boxer from me and then march on [Gold]?” Andrew had to frown.

In the underground world, trading between black market boxers is no strange thing. It's like the football world or the basketball world, the deals between licensed clubs living in the sun.

But if it's buying a boxer - why would the other party deliberately mention [Gold]?

"Why did you deliberately tell Mr. Andrew about the [Gold] game," said Rochu, bluntly. ”

Andrew is in shock at this moment... this younger guy actually sees his thoughts at a glance. But he smiled calmly, “Isn't that normal? Simple boxer business. Why would Mr. K mention that game? ”

“If it's pure boxers...” Rochu winked. "I'm afraid I can't get the most powerful boxers from Mr. Andrew. Mr. Andrew is a man of understanding and should know the difference between first-rate boxers and second-rate. Well, why don't you say so? I don't look like a first-rate boxer, I only buy second- or even third-rate boxers... I don't care about the price of a boxer, but I just want a clean boxer. ”

Andrew said softly: "Mr. K, don't worry, my boxers here are absolutely ‘clean', they've never used any drugs or hormones, not the kind of paper guy who can only serve as a model and just shrivels away. ”

Speaking of which, it seems appropriate to continue.

But with Andrew's astonished eyes, this guy who calls himself Mr. K suddenly stood up... and, well, the woman he brought in was truly extraordinarily beautiful, finishing his clothes carefully for him.

Though there were only two of them, the charm also showed up strangely.

“Mr. Andrew, think about it.” Rochu said softly, "I'll be back in a couple of days, hoping to show me your best boxer… Moscow, of course, isn't just Mr. Andrew the ringmaster, is it? By the way, this is for you. I had a great time today. ”

Boss Luo suddenly bounced his thumb, which kept playing the chips in the air and then landed on the table in the VIP room.

At the moment of the fall, Lochu had also pushed the door away.

Andrew watched the two leave until the door was closed, but he couldn't move, his eyes squeezing slightly in the smoke released by the cigar.

“Boss, this guy is unknown, why don't we call some brothers...”

Andrew suddenly waved his hand, slowly appealing, and then pointing at the chip on the table - not paying much attention to the chip at first, but treating it as an assistant to Mr. K's handsome brush.

He suddenly felt something wrong and had to walk into the middle of the table. After a closer look, he opened his mouth in amazement.

“Chips...”

This casino's smallest dollar chip, it's actually lying on the table. It's just sunk!

How do I put it?

On muddy land, for example, a fallen stone is in a sinking way —— and so is the chip!

The assistant pulled the chip off the table pretty hard, weighed the weight of the chip, and it was incredible: “Boss, how the hell did this guy do that? ”

Andrew took a deep breath: “I don't care how this guy does it... I care if he really has [Gold] 's entrance roll! ”

“Boss, what is this [Gold]? ”

“This is…” Andrew was about to speak when the VIP room door was opened again.

The men who came in looked at only the boss and the boss's assistant, and said directly: "Boss, that Anton is here, alone. ”

Andrew muttered to himself: "If it's true… it seems necessary that I make this Anton a true boxer. ”