In the arrivals hall at Gongbei Port, Lu Ziyin clutched his travel pass. He had only eighty thousand yuan in his pocket.
He had come to Macau intending to bail out his cousin, who owed six hundred thousand yuan to loan sharks.
But when he found him, all he saw was a festering severed finger and a debt that had snowballed to 1.2 million yuan.
To pay it off, Lu Ziyin became a chip runner, the casino’s most skilled hunter of human nature. He learned to read people and see into their hearts, personally luring a classmate into the gambling world and pushing a coal mine owner into the abyss. Amid the clatter of colliding chips, he began making a fortune every day.
But when he stood on the third floor of Sands Cotai Central and watched yet another guest lose everything because of him, he realized he had long since become ensnared in a much bigger web.
There was Brother Rong, the boss of the gaming room, and his true identity; Boss Zhou, the secret backer with ambitions for a casino license; A Long, the veteran who hid his fear in the break room; and the young man at the gambling table, whose eyes shone just like his own had three years ago.
“You have to make them think you’re not taking their money, but helping them get rich. Feed their greed, and they won’t leave.”
“But be careful. While you’re feeding someone else’s greed, their greed is feeding yours. When you can no longer tell whose greed is whose, you’ll have become me.”
In Macau, there is only one kind of person who always wins: those who don’t gamble.
But when someone who doesn’t gamble stands among a crowd of gamblers, are they just a spectator, or the biggest gambler of all?
They are all in traditional Chinese characters, so I can't understand them.