Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

"It's all too familiar."

He murmured to himself.

This sense of familiarity is definitely not an illusion.

The old man's withered hand unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the bamboo recliner.

He was trying to recall the memories of the past few days.

When exactly did I first hear this name?

Was it in those old, smoky underground gambling dens?

Or perhaps it lies in those legendary tales of the Thousand Doors that have long since vanished from the world of martial arts?

wrong.

That memory wasn't distant; it even carried a lingering warmth that annoyed him.

Sudden.

The old man, who had been deep in thought, suddenly raised his right hand.

He slapped his forehead.

A crisp "snap" echoed in the quiet room.

He used quite a bit of force, and the pain made his lips twitch.

But he was completely unaware of it; instead, his eyes revealed an unprecedented look of horror.

I finally remembered why it felt familiar.

To know.

Just two or three days ago, on the night before.

A new friend suddenly joined this QQ group.

That netizen's application to join the group was very brief, but the pseudonym he gave himself was quite arrogant.

The other party gave himself the name "Huang Laoxie, the only designated master of this group".

The old man remembered it clearly.

When Huang Yaoshi first joined the group, he immediately adopted the demeanor of an elder.

The other party was talking nonsense, spouting a whole bunch of theories about probability and psychological game theory.

His tone revealed an arrogant air of self-importance.

They even shamelessly wanted to instruct these old bones who had spent most of their lives struggling in the world of gambling.

And most importantly.

This big shot is known as the only true god.

It was added after the other party.

Based on the logic of QQ group member sorting.

In terms of timing, they happened almost immediately.

When Li Mo'an joined, Huang Yaoshi had already taken the "Master" spot.

Now, in this biography of the God of Gamblers, a true gem of gambling knowledge.

He even went so far as to write the other person's name at the most crucial turning point.

It describes the preacher who led a naive young boy into the halls of a thousand doors.

Let's continue thinking along this line of thought.

The old man felt a sudden rush of cold sweat down his back.

In other words.

Huang Yaoshi, the character from this short biography of the God of Gamblers.

It's that Huang Yaoshi from this group!

That guy he once regarded as a clown was actually the mentor of this one true god!

originally.

He had limited contact with them in the group over the past few days.

Everyone thought that Huang Yaoshi was a pretentious show-off.

He's still the kind of pretentious person who likes to pretend to know what he doesn't.

Because of those moves that Huang Yaoshi showed off in the group chat.

In the eyes of true combat experts like them, it was full of flaws.

He couldn't stand it anymore and gave the other person a thorough dressing down.

But now.

The situation has taken a dramatic turn for the better.

With this profound and enigmatic biography of the God of Gamblers as its endorsement.

With those top-notch gambling skills as irrefutable evidence.

His ideas were instantly overturned.

He suddenly realized.

Could it be that this Huang Yaoshi wasn't actually pretending at all?

The old man stared intently at the screen, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the back of the phone.

"Was that intentional?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

"When one reaches that state of returning to simplicity, aren't true masters always pursuing a state of profound skill appearing as clumsiness?"

"The methods he demonstrated in the group chat seemed riddled with flaws."

Could it actually be a top-level disguise?

Is he testing our character?

Or rather, he was using an almost mocking approach.

"Are they watching us, the so-called industry experts, get so worked up?"

Thinking about this, the old man felt a chill run down his spine.

That's a true master!

He didn't act unless he was absolutely sure of it, but when he did, he cultivated a gambling god who could surpass even the most skilled players.

........................................

And these are the things he thought of.

Other veterans of the gambling world were also in front of their respective screens.

They all thought of it at the same time.

........................................

At the same time.

Inside that heavily guarded prison in the Northwest.

Chen Sihai, sitting in the corner of the computer room.

He was staring intently at the monitor.

The document on the monitor has been scrolled to the last line.

His pupils shrank to a tiny dot in his deep-set eyes.

Chen Sihai recalled his previous disdain for Huang Laoxie in the group chat.

He recalled how he had used that condescending, gambling king-like tone to lecture the other party.

He only felt a dryness in his throat.

He felt like a carpenter showing off his axe in front of Lu Ban (a legendary carpenter).

In front of a grandmaster who can teach god-level geniuses.

His so-called title of "King of Gambling in Northwest China" is utterly worthless.

It's not even worth a fart.

That is a desecration of the truth.

........................................

In the guardhouse of that remote factory in Shanghai.

The old man who's a six-fingered gambling addict.

He was also pushing up his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His left hand, which had an extra deformed finger.

He was twitching nervously under the desk.

He thought of that sentence.

"If you get caught, don't betray your master."

In his autobiography, Huang Yaoshi uttered this humorous and down-to-earth remark when instructing his apprentices.

From the old man's perspective at this moment.

This is no joke.

This is compassion that has seen through the secrets of heaven!

This is someone who has long seen through the cycle of cause and effect.

Yet he is still willing to lend a helping hand to his disciples in the mortal world.

After reaching this conclusion...

These were once influential and powerful figures.

Everyone was filled with fear.

This fear stems from the dread of the unknown, but even more so from the offense against the master.

To know.

At the very beginning, they...

That is, when Teacher Huang first joined the group.

Everyone was also intimidated by Huang Yaoshi's seemingly grand and professional remarks.

after all.

Professor Huang is a professional professor at a film academy.

Although he's not good at gambling, he's excellent at explaining profound principles.

That's someone even the national table tennis team coaches can give a little pointer to.

That calm and unhurried teaching style truly carries the air of a master.

But later...

In subsequent detailed discussions.

Because Mr. Huang lacks practical experience with real underground gambling operations.

After everyone realized that the other party was just a liar who only talked big and talked about outdated theories, they realized that he was just a liar.

These hot-tempered bigwigs, in order to maintain the purity of their circle.

They both said a few harsh words to each other without any restraint.

Some of the insults were extremely offensive.

You have to dig out the other person's household registration book and ask them questions.

In fact...

This is why Teacher Huang no longer speaks in this group.

After all, if he can successfully show off in this group...

Given his personality, he would definitely speak very actively.

They send out a hundred voice lectures in the group every day.

However, because the group members had seen through his true colors by examining various professional traps during their discussions a few days ago, they were able to see through his facade.

They gave him a thorough dressing-down.

Teacher Huang felt her self-esteem was hurt.

So he simply stopped talking.

They even set group messages to Do Not Disturb mode.

Out of sight, out of mind.

And this kind of behavior now.

This caught the eye of these big shots.

The nature of it has completely changed.

Why isn't he saying anything?

Is it because they look down on us?

Or is it because he's become disappointed with our superficial behavior?

A grandmaster.

"After being surrounded and attacked by a group of ignorant juniors."

He chose to express his contempt through silence.

Thinking about this, the old guys completely lost their composure.

Then, these people completely panicked.

then.

They started chatting privately.

then,

They also quickly created a small group chat.

The group name was chosen to be very understated.

It's called an internal debriefing team.

In this group with only a few people.

The screen was filled with rapidly jumping text.

They all expressed their opinions in the group chat.

"Old Ghost, are you sure?"

"Could this 'Huang Yaoshi' be the same Huang Yaoshi from our group?"

"The name may be ordinary, but the timing of his joining, the description in his autobiography..."

"They look so alike, they're practically identical."

"Especially that line, 'Don't reveal my master,' that's exactly the tone of that big shot in our group!"

The gambling king of Northwest China was typing rapidly in the computer room.

"It must be! That self-proclaimed god dared to post his autobiography in our group. What does that mean?"

"This shows he wants to use this opportunity to vindicate his master!"

"He's here to embarrass us!"

After some verification.

Consider the time they joined the group, details of their autobiography, and their detached attitude.

At last.

These top con artists, who were well-known throughout the provinces of Dongda, reached a final consensus.

It's that Huang Yaoshi!

That was a figure of legendary skill, a master of the gacha system, who lived in seclusion and kept a low profile.

And they.

Just a few days ago, he publicly insulted a founding master in a group chat.

then.

Without any hesitation.

In order to pay homage to that unfathomable "Teacher of the True God".

They switched back to the main group.

The large group chat, which had been quiet for several hours, was suddenly filled with activity.

In the early hours of the morning, a sudden surge of online activity erupted, like a volcanic eruption.

The first to lead the charge was a gambler from the South.

His fingers trembled as he typed the first message on his phone.

Followed by.

They started tagging Huang Laoxie like crazy in the group chat.

"@Master Huang, the only designated master in this group! I was blind and offended you before. Please forgive my rudeness!"

Next up is the Northwest Gambling King.

"@Master Huang Yaoshi, the only designated master of this group, I, Chen Sihai, kowtow to you! Please don't take those outrageous words to heart; I was just blinded by greed!"

Then he started apologizing frantically and humbly.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Huang! I was wrong!"

"We were really wrong!"

"Your mastery of the art of appearing simple yet profound is truly admirable."

"We beg our master to show himself and give us a chance to reform!"

Messages kept coming in.

The screen was filled with apologies and repentance.

These were once ruthless and icy big shots in the casinos.

at this time.

Each one acted more humble than the last.

Each one of them acted with increasing fear and trepidation.

Meanwhile, on Teacher Huang's side...