The Mind of a Gambler
When I was nineteen, I followed my brother-in-law to Macau for the first time. In just forty minutes, 40,000 Hong Kong dollars turned into 120,000. In that moment, I thought I had seized the golden coin of destiny, never realizing I had just opened the door to an abyss.
Over the next thirteen years, I experienced every kind of life’s roller coaster in this eastern gambling city: the heady rush of making a fortune every day at an underground casino back home, and the despair of losing a million overnight at Macau’s StarWorld Hotel; the good fortune of returning found money and befriending the well-connected Brother Bai, and the absurdity of throwing away a fortune at the tables for “love.” I went from being a college student in a small Inner Mongolian town to a professional gambler who spent year after year drifting between the Grand Lisboa, StarWorld, and Wynn.
They all say, “Once Macau gets you, it has you for life.” This book chronicles more than my life as a gambler. It tells the story of how an ordinary person’s values become warped by desire, how his life is destroyed, and how, amid an endless cycle, he desperately searches for even the slightest chance at redemption.
Everyone, nine out of ten gamblers lose. Not gambling is the way to win.
The plot is reasonable and the plot is reasonable. Although I am not as good at language skills as the readers, it is worthy of praise.