Chapter 935: Gambler mentality

The chips in front of Dalton, worth more than $500, were quickly emptied, which made him discover a bad trend-his good luck seemed to run out.
He wanted to stop. After all, he only changed $100 in chips today, and the rest was won, so if you lose, you lose, but the bag that promised Anna may not be honored.
He stood up, but saw Anna was looking at him with faint eyes, which made his heart trembled inexplicably.
Anna is just one of all the socialites who haunt this gold-selling cave. Dalton knows their identities and their needs, and has warned himself that these beautiful women only value money—but , He also had to admit that in the past few days with Anna, he enjoyed the real happiness that belongs to men that he has never enjoyed in his life.
Angel's face, slender figure, gentle words, caring service, obedient attitude, obedience to requests and requests, various kinds of teasing...
This is completely different from the old wife in the family who has faded and is always angry at him, and it also makes him immersed in her gentle homeland a little unable to extricate himself.
"It seems that my luck is not good enough today, but Anna, I will buy you the bag you want." He promised, thinking that he should give her this gift, thanking her for being with him these days.
"My dear, it may just be that this channel is not good. Change another one, maybe your luck will come back?" Her words were full of encouragement, her eyes were like looking at a hero who occasionally got frustrated.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's change the channel."
...
"Dean Cai, why are you here?" Tan Zhenhua was a little surprised, and some unexpectedly ushered in an unexpected guest.
Cai Qigong said in a spring breeze while holding his hand: "How can I not come to such a big event as the Melbourne ship to China? And I will not only come, but also take a few things back."
"What are you going to take..." Tan Zhenhua just asked, and immediately patted his head: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot what you do, Dean Cai, Dean Cai, just tell me. Which part you fancy, you can cut it off and take it away!"
"I, I have to ask for all parts." Cai Qigong followed Tan Zhenhua's words and said in a half-joking tone: "What kind of loin, front and rear hooves, liver, kidney, large and small rows, all have to be cut. child."
There was a blast of laughter behind him, and Cao Hongxi suddenly appeared from nowhere and said: "I said Dean Cai, did you come to me to buy pork?"
Cai Qigong also laughed and responded, "I just came to buy pork, Director Cao Da, but I didn't bring the pork ticket, can you give it?"
"It's yours, the younger one will make arrangements for you."
Tan Er thought in his heart, when is this pork price increase? The pork belly sells for 30 per catty, and one month’s draft fee can’t buy a few catties of pork. I haven’t sent it this day...
After all, Anna did not get the new bag that Dalton promised her.
Because he has already lost all the $50,000 he won a few days ago.
This is actually very easy to understand. Gamblers at the gambling table often have the mentality of wanting to win again after winning, and wanting to make money after losing.
This is the so-called gambler mentality.
There are very few who can close their hands in time, and that requires strong self-control.
Dalton is clearly not one of them.
Seeing that the money he won from "hard work" a few days ago returned to the dealer's hands, the scheduled children's tuition, housing loans, his own car and his wife's big color TV slipped away one by one, Dalton The mentality is getting worse.
At the beginning, he continued to warn himself that if this one loses again, he will end it, but when it comes to the next one, he can't help but think, maybe this one is the opportunity of the times?
As a result, he lost more and more, and his chips got higher and higher each time.
The $50,000 he won was quickly lost. He really couldn't bear the huge psychological gap between gains and losses. He used the money he brought with him to redeem new chips and lost all his chips. So there was a place. A lender who specializes in someone like him found him...
When he couldn't support his exhausted body and returned to his room with a grim look, he found that the lender was waiting for him in his room, still holding a thick stack of IOUs.
At this time, Dalton remembered to count how much money he owed, and when he added these IOUs, he found that there was already as much as $13,000, and according to the content of the IOU, he needed to be at noon tomorrow. He collapsed on the bed when he had repaid a total debt of 20,000 US dollars in principal plus interest.
And this is not the deadliest.
The lender politely stated that he would give Mr. Dalton a whole day of fundraising time and would not disturb him during this period. However, in order to ensure that Mr. Dalton can pay the debt in full, it is necessary to show him. Something very important to him.
Those are some photos.
The scene is in this room. There are two protagonists, he and her.
Dalton certainly understands what the lender means to show him these photos. This is a blatant threat. If he can't pay the money on time, then these photos will definitely appear in places that shouldn't appear.
Sitting silently in his room for a long time, Dalton forced himself to accept this reality.
20,000 US dollars is a huge sum of money that he will never get out, and those photos must not be exposed, because it will cost him his job, family, everything...
After a period of calmness, Dalton gradually clarified the process and context of what happened. By this time, he finally realized that he should have fallen into a carefully set trap, from the time he stepped into the Portuguese Omen. The gate of Jing Hotel begins.
And the person who arranged this trap is almost always the kind and kind-looking Kevin.
But what is it for the little clerk on the edge of himself that he has spent such a large price and spent such a long time setting up such a trap?
Could it be... for the broken ship like scrap copper and iron?
This made his heart tense inexplicably.
A word that frightened him appeared in his mind--
Treason!
After this word entered his mind, it couldn't be erased anymore, making him tremble.
He lit a cigarette for himself with trembling hands. He took a few puffs and then spit it out. A violent irritation came from his lungs, which made him cough violently and burst into tears.
The smoke burned out quickly. He threw the cigarette under his feet, stepped on it and twisted his feet again, stood up, took a deep breath, walked to the window, and opened the thick curtain.
The dazzling sunlight immediately filled the whole room. It turned out that it was daytime outside?
He opened the window and looked down from the 12th floor. The street was full of bustling tourists, but what he saw was full of surging desires.
I am the victim of this desire! He sighed.
Maybe jump from here, in just a few seconds, everything will be over, and you will never suffer any more.
He thought, closing his eyes.
A heart-piercing cry suddenly came from behind him: "No, Dalton, don't..."