There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 599: Chapter 390: How many players can earn 1 million points per month?_4 Chapter 599: Chapter 390: How many players can earn 1 million points per month?_4 It was never as bad as now, where he simply couldn’t step down from the pedestal.

If he did not toss the coin in his hand, his reputation would plummet immediately.

And those gathered here were all his regular customers, who would never come back to his place in the future. No one would go to a gambling house that didn’t dare to pay out—after all, everyone goes to a casino to win money, not to lose it.

Though, more often than not, they end up losing, the purpose of going is indeed to win money.

If a casino doesn’t dare to pay out, who would come to play with you?

But if he tossed it and it landed as a joker, yet he refused to pay out,

then that would be an even bigger joke.

His reputation would be thoroughly ruined, making it impossible to continue in this line of business.

One thing was for certain, this young man definitely had some rule-based Prop in his possession. He was not clear what it was, but one thing he was clear about was that once this coin was tossed, it was highly likely to land on the wild card face.

He had never imagined that the odds of a coin standing on edge on the table could be so high.

“Wen Ping.”

The young man said calmly with a level voice, “Just call me Xiaoping. Boss, why don’t you toss that coin? Is it because your palms are sweaty and you can’t throw it?”

“Fine, Wen Ping.”

The casino owner took a deep breath, clutching the coin tightly in his palm, showing no intention of throwing it, but spoke in a hushed voice, “We’ve never met before, so we shouldn’t have any grievances, right?”

“Who sent you?”

Wrecking his establishment was a given, but he didn’t know who had sent someone to do it.

If it was purely for winning money, one wouldn’t play in such a manner. After all, everyone knew he simply couldn’t afford to pay out ten million Points. This young man certainly knew it too and wouldn’t be able to take away ten million Points. Continuing the game would only lead to one scenario.

That would be a fight to the bitter end.

“Just a loner passing by, playing for fun when there’s nothing better to do.”

Wen Ping replied nonchalantly, as if he had casually bought a cabbage while passing through the market.

Meanwhile, the rising chorus of raucous encouragement from the regular customers made it impossible for the casino owner to back down. After a few moments, the casino owner gritted his teeth and lifted the coin, preparing to toss it.

Although he ran a casino, he had never gambled in his life.

He well understood the nature of gambling; even if you win nine times, if you lose just once, you’re sucked in for life.

What he hadn’t expected was that his first gamble would be staking his own fortunes.

“I bet it’s not the joker face this time!”

“Don’t tell me it could be the joker face seven times in a row?!”

Having said that, the casino owner was ready to risk it all, the bare head of the bald man throbbing visibly, a clear sign of intense emotion. Just as everyone focused their gaze on the casino owner, ready to toss the coin, waiting for the outcome of this startling gamble,

“Don’t rush.”

Wen Ping, the young man, suddenly stretched out his right hand and grasped the casino owner’s right hand, smiling as he spoke softly, “How about we don’t bet? I suddenly feel that even if I won these ten million Points, I wouldn’t be able to take them away.”

“If you give me the necklace around your neck now, I’ll turn around and leave.”

“Hmm?”

The casino owner, who had been ready for a do-or-die attempt, suddenly froze at those words. It took him a long moment to come to his senses, and then he cracked a smile that was more of a grimace, a glint of realization flashing in his eyes as he looked at Wen Ping and said with a forced smile, “So you came for this?”

He knew full well the value of the necklace around his neck.

It was an Admission Ticket to a hidden map.

There were only three chances.

It was a vast spatial realm filled with countless boxes. Each box upon opening had a fifty-fifty chance of being unlucky or lucky. If one opened a lucky box, they could receive various rewards,

such as A-level Props, a large number of Points, fashion items, Zenith Radiance, and so on.

But if one opened an unlucky box, they would be immediately transported out.

He had gone inside twice already.

The first time, he opened three boxes, one of which contained an A-level Prop. It was with this Prop that he had made his fortune, transforming from a player of no consequence to someone with status.

The second time he went in was after a downfall. That time he only opened one box, and as he opened the second box, he was transported out. The first box contained one million Points.

It was by leveraging these 1 million Points that he made his fortune.

Now, there was one last chance left.

He had planned to wait until he fell on hard times once more before going back, but unexpectedly, someone had come to him now.

What puzzled him was this.

He had never told anyone about this matter, so how could this young man be so sure, knowing that he had this Prop?

“Hmm.”

Wen Ping didn’t try to hide it and openly said, “I came for that. I really like that thing, but I won’t insist. If the boss feels lucky, you can take a gamble.”

“…”

The casino owner squinted his eyes and didn’t speak, just silently calculating its value in his heart.

If he tossed the coin,

and it came up with the wild card face,

he definitely wouldn’t be paying out the 10 million Points. But with so many regular customers watching, if word got out, his reputation would plunge, making it impossible to keep his casino running, he’d have to shut down for good. The casino brought him revenues of about 1 million Points a month.

This was no small sum.

How many players could earn 1 million Points a month?

Of course, it wasn’t pure profit. After taking care of various expenses, it was roughly around 600,000 Points, but even so, it was still an astronomical sum, more than enough for him to live very well within the game.

And to start a new casino was easier said than done.

Every foundation had its own gambling house.

Opening a gambling house in someone else’s territory wasn’t just about persuading other gambling houses’ regulars to come here; it was about snatching meat from a tiger’s mouth, a crisis which was unavoidable.

But the necklace in his possession, the Admission Ticket to the hidden map, was also an extremely rare item.

The first time he had brought out an A-grade Prop.

The second time he brought out 2 million Points.

The third time, who knew what he would bring out? If he was lucky enough, he might even bring out an S-grade Prop.

As long as he was lucky…

Thinking this, the casino owner suddenly froze, but quickly regained his composure and smiled wryly. All this nonsense about being ‘lucky enough’—if he really was that lucky, he wouldn’t be hesitating about flipping the coin.

As long as the coin he tossed didn’t turn up the wild card face,

he wouldn’t have to pay anything.

Instead, he’d earn 100,000 Points.

The reason he hesitated was that he was clearly aware that his luck was not as good as this young man’s.

Having understood that, why hesitate any longer?

The resolved casino owner, without the slightest hesitation, took off the necklace from around his neck and handed it to Wen Ping, “Here you go. Since you want it, take it. It’s of no use to me anyhow.”

“During the two times I’ve been down on my luck, it really helped me quite a bit.”

He may have run a gambling house,

but he didn’t gamble himself and really didn’t like gambling.

Just like when he got this Prop, the Admission Ticket to the hidden map, he didn’t use up all three chances at once, but used just one, saving the second for when he fell on hard times again.

From this,

it was evident that he was a person with considerable self-control.

In this situation, losing a necklace was a negligible loss; it was still a win.

The casino owner who had handed over the necklace suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, felt considerably lighter, and even in the mood to joke, clapped Wen Ping on the shoulder and said with a grin,

“You’ve got some skill, young man.”

“Just that the kind of trap you like to set is a bit unpleasing.”

“Never heard of the name Wen Ping before either.”