Hao Ge Is Short of Money Again!

Night fell.

Jiang Hao drove the rented car down the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas. A huge moon happened to hang in the sky at the end of the road, making the whole street look like werewolves might emerge on a moonlit night.

The men and women who had stayed cooped up in their hotels during the day to avoid the sun now emerged from their coffins like resurrected vampires, excited and joyful, filled with an impulsive craving for blood. Las Vegas had truly awakened.

The car stopped in the parking lot of the Flamingo Hotel. As he walked inside, Jiang Hao saw countless cars parked around him, all belonging to people who had come to have fun. Looking at the Flamingo's neon sign, he recalled its history.

The Flamingo Hotel was Las Vegas's first luxury hotel. Its founder was Benjamin Siegel, a mob boss. Back then, standing in the barren desert, he had suddenly come up with the idea of opening a luxury casino and invested six million US Dollars to build the Flamingo.

The Flamingo had been worth ten million back then, but fifty years later, the Flamingo Hotel was valued at one hundred billion.

Entering the casino, the bright lights and luxurious decor immediately lifted one's spirits. Crowds surrounded table after table, dejected when they lost and cheering when they won. The atmosphere was intense, and one could not help being drawn into it.

A waiter passed by with a tray full of wineglasses. Jiang Hao casually took one, walked past several gaming tables, and finally stopped at a blackjack table. There were ten blackjack tables, and he chose one with an empty seat and sat down.

According to gambling theory, blackjack was considered one of the fairest games. The house's advantage over players was only 0.28%.