Chapter Fourteen: A Bunch of Amateurs, I Am the Gambling God!

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Outmatched in skill, he accepted defeat gracefully. Wu Dajing could only concede and struggled to stand up. Half an hour passed; during this time, all four of them had at least once stood up, except Xu Xiu, who remained undefeated. This annoyed the four—everyone else had stood, but Xu Xiu had not. Was that fair? As Wang Chuanjun shuffled the cards, the four exchanged glances. In a flash, they understood each other’s intent. Got it! All clear! Let’s get him to stand up! Their eyes naturally caught Xu Xiu’s, but he was utterly unfazed. Four rookies teaming up were still just rookies. They thought they could make him lose? What a joke! The game resumed. Xu Xiu picked up his cards but frowned. This hand resembled Wang Chuanjun’s first hand—missing just one card to complete a straight, which was frustrating. Skill alone wouldn’t carry the day here; no matter how skilled, even a master fears a blunt knife! Before long, only Xu Xiu, Wu Dajing, and Wang Chuanjun remained. Wang Chuanjun held one card, Wu Dajing had two, and Xu Xiu still held eight! The card on the table was a four, discarded by Wang Chuanjun; Wu Dajing played an ace, and both Xu Xiu and Wang Chuanjun shook their heads. Wu Dajing threw down his last three and ran. It was Xu Xiu’s turn. Wang Chuanjun couldn’t play an ace, but Xu Xiu only had one ace, with the rest being 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10, and J. In theory, Xu Xiu could surrender since he lacked both a five and a nine. Seeing Xu Xiu’s conflicted expression, Wang Chuanjun smugly revealed his card. “I’ve got one J left—I don’t believe you can escape!” Unexpectedly, Xu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the J. This puzzled the others. “You should’ve said you had a J left—I thought it was a K.” Xu Xiu then revealed his cards: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, J, and A. Wang Chuanjun was dumbfounded. “Heh heh—sorry, you’ve been beaten!” Xu Xiu grinned.

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Though Wang Chuanjun was reluctant, he obediently squatted down. Another half hour passed. When Wu Dajing shuffled the cards, he felt the deck was thicker—several layers thicker than before. He thought it was just a natural effect from playing so long. But when he drew the cards, something felt off. A standard deck has 54 cards. With five players, four should have 11 cards each, and one should have 10 cards. Yet he held sixteen cards—and, most incredibly, had drawn three jokers! “Something’s wrong. Am I just too tired? How do I have three jokers?” Wu Dajing asked in confusion. “You’re not the only one—I've got two spade aces. I thought I was seeing things,” another chimed in. “I have five queens!” “I’ve got seven kings!” “What’s going on? Why are you all staring at me?” Xu Xiu stepped back. “Search him! He definitely has more cards on him.” “Hey! What are you doing? Is this some kind of male-on-male lockup?” Xu Xiu tried to run but was quickly grabbed by Wu Dajing. As expected, they found two extra decks hidden on him. “Uh... as a wandering cultivator, I have some unusual resources, you understand, right?” [Ding! Detected host's suspicious behavior—exposure +69... exposure +69...] “You’re shameless, cheating while playing with us?” “I thought you were just good at the game, turns out you’re cheating!” “Enough talk—take him to the corner and make him squat all night.” “When did you sneak those cards? We didn’t notice at all.” Xu Xiu replied with a playful tone, “Want to learn? I can teach you.” Wang Sulong waved them off. “Stop talking. We need to teach this shameless guy a lesson. He doesn’t know our strength. Put him on the tiger bench!” The tiger bench was out of the question. They were just kidding around and soon lay down to rest. The next day, after breakfast, sharp horn blasts called everyone to a meeting. Upon sitting, the production team assigned them tasks. They had to complete missions—group, team, or individual—to earn contribution points, which translated into money. One filming task required four people; rebuilding the 650 Radio Station also needed four. The contracted fields required four, and caring for animals needed three. Pai Pai, Song Yanfei, Namu, and Fei Qiming chose filming. Wang Chuanjun, Meng Ziyi, Xu Xiu, and Dong Xuan took the contracted fields. The 650 Radio Station team was Wang Sulong, Li Xueqin, Namu, and one undecided. Animal care was Song Dan, Wu Muye, and Chen Yu. The only perk for those contracting fields was that the harvested ingredients belonged to them. Xu Xiu favored this—it meant no need to buy food if they had land. Groups formed, and preparations began. Xu Xiu and two others waited downstairs for Sister Meng, who took about ten minutes to come down, surprisingly dressed in a white dress. Upon arriving at the vegetable patch, they found it divided into five plots, each priced at 80 contribution points—not the whole area under contract, but by plot. Typical production team tactics! Trying to cheat the system? Think again! “Let’s pick plot three—it has melons.” “Not so fast—come on, let’s sneak in and grab some first,” Xu Xiu beckoned. Without waiting for a response, he led the charge, unstoppable even by the staff. Inside the melon patch, Xu Xiu transformed into a carefree rogue, eating and taking melons. The melons were the small variety, thin-skinned and easy to crack. After two melons, Xu Xiu felt he could skip lunch. Juice dribbled at the corners of his mouth, making him look quite comical. Seeing him like this, the others gave up and joined in. After stuffing themselves, each left holding two melons. The audience watching burst into laughter. “Haha, traitors are the hardest to guard against—I bet the production crew’s nerves are shot.” “Only Xu Xiu would do this. Hey buddy, wipe your mouth—it's all watermelon juice.” “Sister Meng, no! Don’t forget you’re a fairy; how can you grab melons with your hands?” “Director: Bandits! A bunch of bandits! My melons! You owe me!” Upon leaving the garden, the group was stopped by the production staff.

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