My Days in Macau

In the customs clearance hall of Gongbei Port, Lu Ziyin clutched his pass with only 80,000 yuan in his pocket. When he came to Macau, he originally just wanted to fish out his cousin who owed a loan shark of 600,000 yuan. But when he found his cousin, all he saw was a septic severed finger and a snowballing debt of 1.2 Million. In order to pay off his debt, Lu Ziyin became a junkie operator - the most understanding human hunter in the casino. He learned to read people's hearts, personally dragged his classmates into the water, pushed the coal mine boss into the abyss, and made tens of thousands of dollars a day with the clang of chips colliding. But when he stood on the third floor of the Sands City Center and watched another guest lose his life because of him, he realized that he had already been entangled in a larger net. The true face of Brother Rong, the owner of the hall, the gambling ambitions of Boss Zhou, the benefactor behind the scenes, the fear of senior Aaron hiding in the tea room, and the young man sitting at the gaming table with bright eyes - very much like himself three years ago. "You want them to feel that you are not cheating them of their money, but that you are making them rich. If you raise their greed, they will naturally not run away." "But you have to be careful - if you feed other people's greed, other people's greed will feed your greed. When the day comes when you can't tell whose greed is whose, you will be mine." In Macau, there is only one kind of person who is always a winner - those who don't gamble. But when a non-gambling person stands among a group of gamblers, is he a bystander or the biggest gambler?