my old life

Chapter 2455 Another Self

The cheers in the racecourse were louder and louder. Every time the starting gun was fired, more than a dozen racehorses ran wildly under the control of their riders.

I can clearly feel the tremor brought by the horseshoe hitting the ground. This kind of shock is indescribable, and this feeling is unprecedented.

At this moment, I had a strange idea, a dozen horses can bring such a shock, I don't know what kind of momentum a thousand horses and horses will have?
I don't know if every man has the pride of fighting horse leather shrouds on the battlefield. The blood is easily ignited, and horse racing has a different feeling.

Every time the result of a horse race comes out, I stare at the electronic screen to see if the horse race I bet on has appeared, but it looks very regrettable...

Some people say that cheaters are usually very unlucky when they gamble when they don’t spend a lot of money.

After a few laps of horse racing, none of my bets hit the mark, and the five hundred pounds was lost in a blink of an eye. Although I paid the tuition fee, I still haven't learned how to bet on horses.

As the saying goes, it is easy to learn superficiality, but difficult to understand the essence.

As long as there is anything about gambling in the world, there is nothing difficult, and it can even be said that it is very easy for people to get started.

Many industries have low barriers to entry, and the real barriers to entry are all inside the door. After entering the door, you will find that there are all kinds of ways...

"I'm so unlucky, hahaha." I laughed at myself, but I was very happy in my heart.

I believe that there is a way of ups and downs in fortune, and every time you get a "bad hand", you are consuming bad luck and accumulating good luck.

"Hawkeye, you make me very curious." Mike said with a smile, and he handed over a cigar.

"Oh? What are you curious about?" I asked with a smile, wondering if he thinks I'm stupid?
In fact, not everyone can be calm after losing, and not everyone understands the way of luck.

"I never see a desire to gamble in your eyes, but you are a very good cheat."

Mike made a trick while talking, Xiaona next to him didn't hear clearly, and she probably didn't know what a cheater did.

"I don't know much about horse betting, but I just feel that the atmosphere here is good, like watching a big game."

I really enjoy the environment and atmosphere here, and I also enjoy the shock and excitement brought by horse racing. Winning or losing doesn't matter to me.

"According to your current worth, it's hard to believe that you only gambled five hundred pounds... Do you know? Casinos are most afraid of people who only gamble like you."

Mike raised his eyebrows at me, and I couldn't help laughing. I didn't expect him to do research on this.

"In my opinion, there are many types of gamblers. Some people leave after losing everything, some people don't leave after losing everything, and some people borrow money and stay..."

I have seen all kinds of gamblers, all kinds of dark hearts, and all kinds of extreme methods after losing money.

"Without exception, these are the lowest-end gamblers, right?" Mike asked with a smile, and I nodded without hesitation.

"That's right, in my opinion, gamblers know no borders...the biggest opponent you gamble with is not the casino dealer, but yourself."

In fact, people's hearts and human nature do not distinguish between national boundaries. As long as they are human, they will have various habits, and greed and laziness will always go hand in hand.

"When I was 20 years old, my grandfather gave me $[-] to go to the casino. It took me a long time to understand this simple truth."

Mike said something without beginning and end, and I thought to myself that I must have heard it wrong, right?His grandfather paid him to go to the casino?

"Oh? What are you doing with two thousand dollars in the casino?" I didn't ask his grandfather's purpose, but it can't be for gambling, right?
"He said he would keep a hundred dollars for dinner no matter what, but unfortunately I lost all of it the first time."

Mike's expression was very calm, as if he was telling something about someone else, but this was his past.

"There is a first time for everything." I comforted me, but most gamblers are not like him.

Because people who participate in gambling for the first time will be cautious, and will not leave themselves behind like those old gamblers, let alone gamble with the last dollar in their pockets.

"I lost many times later. In the casino, I met a strange self, and also a self I had never seen before."

Mike spoke very calmly, but he saw his own greed and his own horror in the casino.

In fact, the casino is not terrible, the terrible thing is that people lose themselves in the casino.

"He said how many people in the world fail, not because they lost to their opponents, but because they couldn't control their emotions and desires."

After Mike finished speaking, he fell into deep thought. It seems that his grandfather taught him a lesson, but in a special way.

Some truths can only be understood in the casino, and some human nature can only be magnified in the casino... The second uncle used to do that to me.

The biggest difference between me and Mike is that I never regarded gambling as a way to get rich, but as a way to become stronger.

I have seen so many gamblers and gambling dogs, I also know the madness of gambling addiction, and I know how desperate gamblers can be!

From the beginning I had my skills, I never gambled on luck, that's the biggest difference between a cheater and a gambler.

"Aren't you willing to share your experience?" Mike asked with a smile, which was a pun.

"No one treats a career as a hobby, and when a hobby becomes a career, it becomes boring."

"It hits the nail on the head, it's easy to understand... You are really different from others."

"It's not the same." I smiled and waved my hand. Actually, I didn't say that as long as you gamble, you have a half chance of losing!

I try to avoid betting when I can, because there is never a sure-win bet in the world, and there is a possibility of losing from the moment the bet is placed.

"Jones and the others usually like to gamble. You are the first master I have ever seen who doesn't like to gamble, so you are very special."

Mike smiled and patted me on the shoulder, just then two blond women approached, looking in their thirties with saggy skin and a decent figure.

"Hi." The two women came up to say hello, and I couldn't understand the chatter in the room.

"NO!" Xiaona immediately stretched out her hand to refuse, with a firm face and some disgust.

The two women shrugged their shoulders in a helpless gesture, but Mike took out some bills from his pocket.

Mike said a few words and then handed over the pound. The two women laughed happily. I was a little confused by this scene.

"Xiaona, what's the situation?" I asked intentionally, without avoiding Mike.

"This, this..." Xiaona hesitated and didn't know how to explain, I think she didn't know how to speak.

By judging what feels like something should be embarrassing, Mike acts more like dismissing them.

"There are a lot of female gamblers here, or women in bars nearby."

"Understood." I knew what was going on as soon as I heard it. This kind of woman is also very common in China, and many casinos are full of female gamblers.

In fact, there is no difference between women and men in terms of gambling. Both are addicted and lose all their money. It's just that women's way of making money is easier when they lose all.

No matter how beautiful and elegant a woman is, once she loses her eyes, she will soon be reduced to...

"Let's go." Mike greeted, and I immediately stood up.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we left the racetrack. After a brief afternoon tea in a restaurant, the car came to a large casino.

It looks like a casino on the surface, and there are concert halls and stage plays inside, and the Chinese signs can be seen clearly.

The entire theater is extremely large, as if it is a gymnasium. There are musical instruments on both sides of the stage, and a whole orchestra is playing the prelude.

The seat that Mike chose was the golden position in the front row, which can be said to be a VIP position, and there were already many people in the theater.

"Have you ever seen Les Miserables?"

"No."

"When you come to London, you must see a musical."

"I may not understand, Xiaona translate for me."

I am a foreigner here, and it looks like there will never be a Chinese version. The entire concert hall is full of blond foreigners.

The beginning of the opera is Toulon Prison in 1815. A group of actors in yellow prisoner costumes appeared on the stage. This is very different from the musical I imagined.

Everyone was singing, their voices struggling and full of pain. I couldn't understand what they were singing, but I could understand their hysteria for freedom.

There is still a tenderness in the hysteria, I think they must be longing for their sweetheart, hoping that they will be faithful, hoping that they are still waiting...

I have never been to a prison, and I have never seen life in a prison, but this stage play is presented in front of my eyes, allowing me to see what a hopeless struggle is.

That's when a man in a blue uniform appeared, holding a thin metal stick in his hand, and wearing a royal ship's cap, like the Royal Navy in pirate movies.

This guy looks majestic, with some contempt and contempt in his eyes, as if he is the Creator aloof, this moment even makes me feel that everything is real!
"No. 24601 Jean Valjean, the name of the prison guard is Javert, and he has been released on parole." Xiaona explained, and I nodded to express my understanding.

In fact, many things do not require language communication. You can judge what a person is talking about by their clothing, demeanor, expression, and tone. These are two completely different worlds.

This scene reminds me of the sorrow of being a prisoner, without rights and dignity, without facing the cold poker faces, like a slave.

At this moment, my heart is deeply touched. This is different from any movie I have ever seen, and it is different from any version I have heard.

The prisoners were struggling and shouting hysterically, and Javert's cold face was ruthless, especially the thin metal stick in his hand. Only then did I see clearly that it was a sharp stabbing sword.

Everything in front of me shocked me, made me feel what the struggle in prison is, and let me see what despair without hope is!
(End of this chapter)