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

Inside a farmer's bedroom.

The room was sparsely furnished, with only a wooden bed and a bedside table with some peeling paint.

On the roof, only a dim light bulb emitted a faint glow.

Old Niu leaned against the headboard, with a hard pillow under his back.

Holding that old-fashioned smartphone, he squinted and brought it closer to the screen.

He opened the group chat.

After entering the interface.

His first action was, of course, to browse through the group chat history.

My thumb keeps swiping up on the screen.

He glanced at the scrolling messages on the screen.

The group members were very enthusiastic about the discussion, and even occasionally threw out a few technical terms.

Seeing the messages these people posted, it really does seem like the truth.

but.

Then Old Bull Head couldn't help but chuckle.

A hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the dim light, the mockery on his face was particularly evident.

Because all the group chats he was in before were like this.

A bunch of people were sucking up to each other inside.

After someone produced some so-called "thousand-door technique".

The group members were all lining up to say how awesome it was.

It was all flattery and sycophancy, as if they had met some unparalleled master.

But Old Niu Tou knew very well that the truth was not like that at all.

Those technologies are all things imagined by laymen.

What's this about changing cards in mid-air, or changing points with a flick of the sleeve?

Once you're at the card table, dozens of eyes will be fixed on your hands.

If you dare to make any unnecessary movements, you will be restrained on the spot.

This kind of unrealistic stuff is completely useless.

With this dismissive attitude, Old Bull continued to slide.

The images on the screen kept changing.

then.

As he scrolled through the chat history, he came across the most recent chat logs.

Seeing what was displayed on the screen, Old Bullhead was even more speechless.

His brows furrowed tightly.

Because there's a guy in there who's called "the only true god of this group".

This person sent a file, and judging from the name, it looks like an autobiographical document.

The key issue isn't the document itself.

The key point is that, judging from the name of this file, the other party actually claims to be the God of Gamblers!

Although Old Bullhead had never actually entered the gambling world.

He usually just plays cards with acquaintances at the village entrance.

However, he had only heard about some of the unwritten rules of the underworld.

He knew all too well that the title of "God of Gamblers" wasn't something one could just casually claim.

That represents the pinnacle of the industry, and it's something that countless peers are eyeing.

Anyone who dares to call themselves that in public might be attacked by their peers in the swindling world.

This is simply asking for trouble.

Then look at the chat history in the group.

Those group members with impressive-sounding titles, such as the "Northwest Gambling King," etc.

After reading what appeared to be an autobiography posted by this "only true god in this group".

They actually seemed to believe it!

They even expressed various expressions of awe and wonder in the group chat, lining up to leave comments in admiration.

Looking at these words.

Old Niu Tou was speechless.

He felt that all the members in this group were just messing around.

This isn't communication technology, this is practically Cospree.

The old man shook his head, silently making a conclusion in his heart.

He had given up all hope for this group chat.

I feel this is a group with no real substance, no different from the other trash groups I joined before.

but.

Although I was full of complaints and thought it was just a boring farce.

But he was also drawn in by his curiosity.

What kind of autobiography could possibly make these keyboard warriors act so enthusiastically?

He held the phone even closer.

then.

His finger tapped lightly on the screen.

Then I opened the file titled "My Life as a God of Gamblers".

The document loads, displaying black text on a white background.

As his gaze slowly moved across the text, he began to read the main content.

At first, he just wanted to see it as a joke.

However, after watching for a while...

Old Bull's expression changed.

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The expression on his face grew increasingly surprised.

The article describes the atmosphere of underground casinos and the details of the clinking of chips.

And the composure with which he sees through human nature is evident between the lines.

It made him feel that the story was too real!

It doesn't seem like something that someone who's never seen the world could make up out of thin air.

He involuntarily held his breath and continued flipping through the pages.

then.

He flipped to the second half, where there was a section for recording techniques.

This technique is the one the main character uses when he first hears the dice roll.

Old Niu Tou squinted and carefully examined the description in the text.

This passage is written in great detail.

The document states that listening to the dice does not mean listening to the chaotic clanging sound of the dice hitting the bowl.

Instead, we need to filter out those interfering factors.

Focus your attention on the dull thud of the dice hitting the bottom and landing on the table.

Because the number of dots on each face of the die is different, the weight distribution on each face is uneven.

The side with the least amount of material removed is the thickest.

The side at six o'clock had the most material removed, making it relatively lighter, and it contained a slight cavity effect.

When different surfaces strike the chassis, the resulting vibration wavelengths are drastically different.

If the sound lands face down, it will be deeper and more resonant.

When it lands at six o'clock, the sound will have a slightly crisp, almost imperceptible trailing tone.

Once you grasp the difference in sound, you can also use the specific echo frequency created when striking the cup with your wrist.

It can accurately report the points without opening the cup.

Watching this incredibly hardcore technical breakdown...

Old Niu Tou thought the techniques described inside were somewhat plausible.

This is entirely in line with common acoustic principles, without any esoteric or nonsensical explanations.

then.

He started to get itchy.

This is an instinctive impulse after witnessing a sophisticated technique.

The old man swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

He turned his head and peeked out the door.

It was quiet outside, with only the distant chirping of insects.

Seeing that no family members came to his house, he was certain that he was absolutely safe.

He secretly bent down.

I opened the bedside table drawer.

He took out a set of old dice that was hidden inside.

He also casually flipped a plastic water cup upside down from the table next to him.

He was holding these tools in his hand.

The old man took a deep breath to calm his excited emotions.

then.

He planned to use the techniques described to listen to the numbers rolled on the dice.

In a quiet room.

There was no external noise interference.

The only sound was the faint rustling of the dice rolling on the table.

Old Bullhead placed the plastic cup upside down on the table, covering the three dice inside.

He mimicked the movements described in the biography, using his wrist to shake the object quickly a few times.

Then, with a "smack," the cup was slammed firmly onto the table.

The old man closed his eyes.

Then, using this technique, he pricked up his ears and carefully discerned the echoes of the impacts from before.

He tried to filter out the sound of the plastic cup rubbing in his mind.

Three different timbres of impact were captured.

One extremely deep note, followed by two crisp, clear final sounds.

He quickly mentally compared the audio analysis in the biography.

"One o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock."

Old Ox-Head silently recited the answer in his mind.

He could feel his palms sweating.

The moment he lifted his palm to confirm.

Take a cup of hot water.

Three old dice lay quietly on the table.

The numbers pointing upwards were clearly one, six, and six!

They actually heard the exact number inside!

After a moment of stunned silence.

His eyes were wide open, like a bull's eyes.

His face was filled with disbelief.

My whole body froze in place, as if I had lost control.

then.

Old Bull's heart began to pound violently, and blood rushed to his brain.

I felt a sense of awe and wonder.

To know.

In order to improve his card skills, he had searched online for relevant dice-listening techniques.

However, those techniques were explained in a vague manner.

They are all vague and impractical concepts that cannot be put into practice at all.

But this is different.

It's as if a master teacher is breaking down the key points of the movements step by step.

Surprisingly, he was able to get the hang of it after just a little learning.

Even with only a basic grasp of the basics, one can achieve 100% accuracy.

This was absolutely astonishing to him!

Old Bullhead stared blankly at the dice on the table.

Then, it seemed as if she had thought of something.

Old Bull's eyes shone even brighter.

It was a radiant glow of fervor, as if one had discovered an endless treasure.

To know.

I just looked at those people's previous chat history.

He had also read that this biography of the God of Gamblers contained many techniques that left them in awe.

But when I watched it just now...

Old Niu Tou was prejudiced and full of contempt.

Upon seeing these words, he only felt that those people were making a fuss or flattering each other.

but.

My mindset is definitely different now.

The practical test just now has proven that...

But when he recalled those chat logs, he understood something.

Those people didn't do anything funny or fawn over anyone!

Every exclamation they uttered was a heartfelt expression of awe!

That means there must be even more profound techniques behind this short biography of the God of Gamblers.

Thinking about this...

His breathing became heavy.

My fingers were trembling slightly as I held the phone.

He couldn't wait to turn to the next page.

Let's continue to look at those legendary secret techniques.