I used to have a good family background and a perfect life.
Stepping into a Macau casino with half a million, he was first killed by a long dragon to clear his name. In a desperate situation, he met an expert in the smoking area and gave him guidance. After slaying the dragon, passing three levels, he bucked the trend and made a comeback, earning 6.6 Million in one night.
For a whole year, he returned from his trips to Macau with great success, withdrawing money from the gambling tables, spending money like water, partying every night, and squandering his girlfriend, and he became the god of gambling in everyone's eyes.
I thought I was in control of my destiny, but little did I know that the casino had raised me for a year just for the final blow.
From the second generation of rich people who were at their peak and sinking, to being heavily in debt, alienated from their relatives, and homeless.
Now I am huddled in the factory assembly line, driving screws day after day, covered in oil, only when I look back do I understand:
All shortcuts are abyss, all sudden wealth are traps.
This is the most authentic and bloody autobiography of a gambler's downfall in Macau.
