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

The picture on the big screen was exceptionally clear, and every detail was perfectly visible.

The monitor in the conference room was brightly lit.

Old Niu Tou drooped his head.

At this moment, Old Bull's mind was in complete chaos.

Why am I so unlucky?

He had only one thought in his mind.

Looking back on his rollercoaster-like experience over the past few days, he felt that all the grand ambitions he had envisioned had been reduced to fragile soap bubbles by the harsh reality.

To know.

Since that noon, he had been sneaking out of the Mushroom House's courtyard like a thief, carrying a canvas bag.

He was determined to prove himself to his family and the entire village.

I boarded the long-distance bus bound for the provincial capital, and the journey was bumpy and swaying.

A few hours later.

With a screech of brakes, the bus pulled into the station. He stood in the square of the provincial capital's bus station, carrying his faded canvas bag.

It was getting dark, and when I looked up, all I could see were towering office buildings with their tops out of sight, and a constant stream of cars.

The neon lights on the roadside were flashing, making his presbyopia almost dizzy.

In this big city, Old Niu Tou was completely disoriented.

Like a headless fly, wandering aimlessly through the streets.

His stomach was growling with hunger, so he could only order the cheapest bowl of vegetarian noodles from a roadside noodle stall.

As he slurped down his noodles, he was filled with worry.

Because he discovered a very embarrassing problem.

He possessed incredible gambling skills learned from childhood, but couldn't find a casino where he could put his skills to use.

After all, you can't exactly open a shady business like this with a big sign on the street.

Old Bullhead really went to great lengths to find a place to hold his own.

He first went to the tobacco and liquor store on the street corner to buy loose cigarettes and strike up a conversation with the locals. Then he wandered around the billiards stall, trying to find out some inside information.

He asked several people, and they all looked at him like he was crazy.

Finally, at the entrance of a dark alley, he saw a dilapidated bread cart parked on the side of the road.

That was a driver who made a living by driving an unlicensed taxi at night.

Old Niu Tou leaned over, took out a cigarette, and offered it to him.

He lowered his voice and tentatively asked the other person if they knew where there was a large venue where he could play a couple of rounds.

The unlicensed taxi driver looked him up and down, noticing his incredibly tacky attire.

The driver was initially too lazy to pay him any attention, but Old Niu, in order to put on a show, deliberately showed a corner of the thick stack of cash from the inner compartment of his canvas bag.

Upon seeing the money, the driver reluctantly nodded.

After paying two hundred yuan for the fare, the unlicensed taxi driver took him on a roundabout journey through the provincial capital for a full half hour.

Finally, the car stopped in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Go down into an underground passage.

Finally, he found a large casino hidden in a basement.

The door was pulled open from the inside, and he had just stepped into the underground casino.

A murky stench of cheap tobacco and sweat immediately enveloped his face.

Old Niu Tou stood at the door, looking at several burly men with bare chests and tattooed arms standing around the hall.

Those people all looked fierce and menacing, with a street-smart air about them.

Seeing this scene, Old Niu Tou, a farmer who had spent most of his life toiling in the soil, felt a sudden pang in his heart.

His heart was pounding, and he gripped the straps of the canvas bag tightly with both hands.

My palms were sweaty, and I squeezed the bag strap until it was wet.

"This isn't like the movies at all. This place looks like a den of thieves..."

He was filled with unease, and his legs felt weak.

"How effective are the things described in this biography in real life?"

Old Niu Tou started to have second thoughts. The tens of thousands of yuan he brought were all the savings he had painstakingly accumulated.

If the theories in the biography don't work, then all that money will be wasted here.

However, the thought of proving himself helped him suppress his fear.

He swallowed hard and walked to the exchange counter in the corner.

He took out the roll of cash wrapped in several layers of newspaper from the canvas bag and exchanged it for a stack of colorful plastic chips.

Taking a deep breath, with chips in his hand, he slowly squeezed into a dice game table surrounded by people.

Then, he exchanged all his chips and went to gamble.

He didn't place a bet immediately, but stood at the back of the crowd, watching quietly.

In the middle of the gambling table, a young dealer wearing a black vest held a black dice cup in his hand.

"Place your order now!"

The dealer shouted and skillfully shook the dice cup vigorously in mid-air.

The dice bounced around inside, making a crisp "clattering" sound.

Listening to the chaotic noise, Old Bullhead closed his eyes.

He ignored the clamor of the gamblers around him and began to recall the theories about listening to dice from the biography.

Filter out any noise from the bowl hitting the sides during the process...

Just focus all your attention on the final, resounding sound as the water hits the ground.

"The thickest part makes a dull sound when it lands."

The noodles at six o'clock are the thinnest, landing with a crisp, clear sound.

These mantras were being recited silently in his mind.

"Snapped!"

The dealer slammed the dice cup down on the table.

In that instant, the old bull heard three very soft but completely different echoes.

Two muffled thuds, one with a slightly crisp sound.

He was rapidly processing the information in his mind.

"One o'clock, two o'clock, six o'clock. Nine o'clock in total, small."

He opened his eyes, but instead of placing a bet, he stared intently at the table.

"open!"

The dealer yanked open the lid of the dice cup and loudly announced, "One, two, six! Nine points, small!"

Old Bullhead stood there, staring blankly at the three dice on the table.

His heart skipped a beat, but he decided to be on the safe side.

I listened to five more times in a row.

The second time, I heard it was four, five, six, big, and it really was big.

On the third try, I heard it was two, three, four, small, and it still came out small.

By the fourth note, he could hear that it was one point, one dot, and two dots.

"It can't be that accurate, can it?"

As he thought this, the dealer lifted the lid.

"One, one, two, four o'clock!"

Looking at the dice, Old Ox-Head gasped in shock.

Five straight hits in a row! This not only proves my talent, but also that my biography is practically a divine bible!

That immediately dispelled any fear or nervousness I felt.

He suddenly felt inflated, as if he were the chosen one.

"What was written in that short biography was actually true! I really am a genius!!!"

Such a thought came to his mind.

In the time that follows.

What he didn't expect was that he would use the gambling technique he had learned by listening to sounds.

In that smoky underground casino, he was absolutely unstoppable.

A new game begins.

After the dealer finished shaking the dice and put the cup down, Old Niu only heard it once.

Without thinking, he pushed half of his chips into the area marked "Big".

The result came back: 14 points.

Won!

In the second round, realizing it was a small bet, he immediately combined his winnings with his initial stake and went all in.

I won again.

The third and fourth shots, both hit.

Old Bull Head's face turned red with excitement.

He stopped betting on just big or small and started relying on his frighteningly accurate hearing to bet on specific point numbers with extremely high odds.

"Three fives, a leopard!!!"

As the dealer announced the numbers with a slightly trembling voice, the chips in front of Old Bull Head were revealed.

It has grown from a small handful to a small mountain.

The colorful plastic sheets were piled up like mountains, gleaming with an alluring light.

The surrounding gamblers were all dumbfounded, and no one dared to place bets blindly anymore.

Wherever the old bullman pushes the chips, they immediately follow suit and place their chips.

In an instant, this gambling table, which should have been a place where the house won all the bets, became Old Bull Head's personal ATM.

Watching the money slip away in large sums, sweat streamed down the croupier's face.

This abnormally rapid pace of winnings finally caught the attention of the casino owner.

He was a middle-aged man with a shaved head and a large gold chain around his neck.

The boss, accompanied by four or five fierce-looking men, aggressively parted the crowd of onlookers.

They walked up to the gambling table.

Old Bull Head wasn't particularly afraid of the enemy's formation.

Because in the biography, true masters, when faced with this situation, must have a calm demeanor as if they have seen through the illusions of the world.

He figured the other party must have recognized his impressive skills and was planning to invite him to a VIP room for tea, just like in the movies, and then respectfully present him with a check as a gesture of friendship.

However, reality dealt him a harsh blow.

If the casino owner hadn't been so unethical, he might have actually gotten away with all the money.

The bald boss didn't bother with any of the unwritten rules of the underworld and just walked up to him.

"You dare to cheat in my establishment? You're asking for trouble!"

The boss spat and roared.

Old Ox-Head shouted back, "You can't accept defeat, can you? I won with my own skill!"

The bald boss sneered, "You think you have ears that can hear a thousand miles? You're definitely hiding earphones on you, search me!"

He waved his hand, and several burly men behind him rudely walked over and began to grope and search Old Niu.

The burly men turned his canvas bag upside down, revealing only two sets of old clothes and a hard, dry bun inside.

He searched everything from his shirt pockets to his pants pockets, and even turned his shoes inside out.

As a result, they found no cheating devices.

The fact that it wasn't found means it's well hidden, and the bald boss is losing face.

With so many gamblers watching, if we don't deal with this old man, who will want to come and gamble in the future?

Enraged, the boss, determined to prevent the casino's money from being won away, insisted on accusing Old Bull of cheating.

He called over several burly men, who then pinned Old Bull's hands behind his back and slammed him firmly onto the gambling table covered with green velvet.

Old Niu Tou's face was pressed against the table, inhaling the pungent smell of smoke and dust.

He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from those thick, strong hands.

The boss pulled out a gleaming machete from his back and gave the order to chop off one of Old Bull's hands as a warning.

Looking at the raised machete, Old Bull Head shut his mouth, feeling both desperate and angry.

He felt wronged; he had clearly won the money through his own abilities, relying on genuine skills he had learned since childhood.

He thought bitterly that he probably only needed to listen to a few more rounds of dice.

If he could win all the money from that underground casino, he would immediately become a rising star in the provincial gambling scene.

Of course, all of this is just empty talk.

We need to add a major premise, and of course, we also need to add an "if".

It only works if the police don't come either.

It turned out that the bald casino owner was carrying a knife.

Just as the blade was about to strike down, ready to chop off the old bull's right hand.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from the iron door to the basement.

The front door was violently smashed open from the outside with a hammer, and the sound of the bolt breaking echoed in the small basement.

A group of fully armed economic crime investigation police officers from the provincial capital stormed in, just like in a movie.

Police officers, carrying riot shields, rushed into the casino lobby.

"Don't move!"

"Everyone, squat down!"

Those shouts instantly silenced the crowd.

Those burly guards who were originally fierce were so frightened that they immediately dropped their weapons and obediently squatted on the ground.

The police swiftly tackled the bald boss to the ground and handcuffed him.

Let's wipe out this underground operation completely.

But let's return to the present...