" Diana, let's skip the dice and go to the roulette area. The odds are higher there; one round there is worth ten rounds here."
David pulled Diana into his arms.
"Roulette..." Diana's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him fearfully, "Isn't this too risky?"
"It's alright, good luck is on our side today!"
Looking at the pile of chips on the table, Diana couldn't bring herself to say no, because she wanted to win more herself.
" Bellatrix," David called to Bellatrix before she could answer, "Would you like to come over and play with us?"
"The roulette odds are high; you can turn your fortunes around in one go."
"Forget it," Bellatrix said rationally. "Dice is already the easiest way to win money. Roulette has higher odds, but there are so many numbers, it's too hard to bet correctly, and it's easy to lose everything in one go."
David's smile froze for a moment, then he offered a few more words of advice, saying things like, "When luck comes, you can't stop it," and "How will you know if you don't try?"
Bellatrix remained resolute; she gathered her chips into her bag, took a step back, and made her stance clear through her actions.
"Alright then," David replied casually.
He didn't show it on his face, but he secretly sneered.
These people are too timid. Bellatrix clearly someone who has never seen much money before; she's treating her little bit of chips like a treasure.
How can you make money without taking risks? How can you turn your life around without gambling big?
They have no idea what it means to seize an opportunity.
" David, I think Bellatrix is right," Diana advised. "Why don't we just slowly accumulate in the dice area and stop when we reach 50,000 safely?"
But David had completely lost his head. The 15,000 dollars had become a raging fire in his mind. That money was no longer money; it was fuel, a wind that propelled him to even greater heights.
" Diana, don't be so narrow-minded. We can't just focus on this little bit of money right in front of us."
David pulled her along hurriedly toward the roulette area, painting a grand picture of what was to come. "We're going to play roulette, odds of 1 to 35! A bet of 100, and if you win, you'll have 3,500; a bet of 1,000, and if you win, you'll have 35,000."
"If we bet right just once, we'll achieve our goal immediately. At that point, forget fifty thousand, even five hundred thousand or five million won't be a dream!" David's voice was filled with fervor.
Diana opened her mouth, wanting to say "How could that be," but before she could utter the words, she was drowned out by his next words.
"Then we won't just build a small house; we can build a small villa with a yard and a balcony."
"We could each buy a luxury car, and we'd never have to squeeze onto the bus or walk again," he kept fantasizing.
"We can buy the latest and best clothes, eat at the most expensive restaurants, and never have to live a frugal life again."
"We can also use the money to support both sets of parents, making those who look down on us look at us with new respect!"
Diana was stunned by the scenes he described; they were things she had never even dared to dream of before.
Growing up in an ordinary family, she always struggled financially after marrying David. She never dreamed of being rich or powerful; she was content with just living a peaceful life.
So, still fearful, she tried to persuade her husband, but seeing the almost frantic longing in his eyes and hearing about that beautiful future that seemed within reach, she was completely stunned.
She wanted to insist on dissuading him, but she couldn't utter a single word; she just stood there, letting him lead her forward.
The roulette area was brighter than the dice area.
The silver turntable spun rapidly under the lights, its black and red numbers flashing so brightly they made one's eyes dizzy.
The heavy weight of the stacked chips, the shouts of others winning, and the short cries of the dealer announcing the numbers when the roulette wheel stops.
These sounds and images mingled together, like a thick cloud of smoke, completely igniting the greed in David's eyes.
He grasped Diana's hand and walked straight to the empty roulette table, slamming fifteen thousand chips onto it.
At this moment, David's eyes were filled with a frenzied determination to win.
Diana's heart pounded with the spinning wheel, every nerve taut, but she couldn't stop her husband, who was blinded by greed.
He could only watch helplessly as he placed all his hopes on that rapidly spinning silver disc.
First game,
David tentatively placed 500 chips in the red zone.
The turntable spun rapidly, and the ball bounced wildly between the squares before finally landing steadily on the red number 18!
"Let's try our luck first, and play it safe." David took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and took out 1,000 chips, gently pushing them onto the red betting area on the table.
He then stared expectantly at the roulette wheel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, betting is closed." The dealer's gaze swept over all the bets on the table, and he made the standard gesture to stop betting.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dealer gripped the handle on the side of the roulette wheel, twisted his wrist forcefully, and the silver roulette wheel began to spin rapidly.
Next, he precisely tossed a small white ball into the edge of the turntable. The ball, propelled by the centrifugal force of the turntable, bounced and weaved rapidly between the grid squares, making a soft, clattering sound.
The surrounding gamblers craned their necks, their eyes fixed intently on the rapidly moving small white ball.
Some people whispered to themselves, while others clenched their fists and held their breath; the entire audience's attention was drawn to this small ball.
Diana stood beside David, her hands clenched tightly together, her heart pounding in rhythm with the spinning roulette wheel.
At this moment, the ball's speed gradually slowed down, stumbling and bumping between the squares. Finally, its strength was exhausted, and with a soft click, it landed steadily in the red number 16 square, where it stopped moving.
"Red number 16, the one who bets on red wins!" The dealer mechanically announced the result, his hands moving non-stop as he precisely pushed the corresponding chips into David's betting area. The original thousand chips doubled to two thousand, neatly piled on the table.
"I won! I actually won!"
"Great start! This young man has good luck!"
A chorus of praise arose from the crowd. The gamblers looked at David with envy, and some even patted him on the shoulder to share in his joy.
"Thank you, thank you!" David's tense expression relaxed, and he looked triumphantly at Diana beside him. The woman, who had been anxious for so long, finally felt relieved, and her tense shoulders relaxed.
"Great, we really won!"
Diana quietly loosened her grip on her sides, and the lingering unease in her heart temporarily dissipated. She secretly thought that perhaps they were truly blessed with good fortune today.
Looking at the two thousand chips he had just won on the table, and recalling his previous victory in the dice area, David's eyes shone even brighter.
His earlier cautious probing vanished completely. Excitedly, he waved his hand, took five thousand chips from the pile, and shoved them heavily into the red betting area, thinking only of a quick victory.
Buy it all at once, and you'll raise the money to redeem the house much faster.
Seeing him bet so much at once, Diana's expression changed, and she immediately grabbed David's hand, which was still pushing the chips forward.
"Don't bet so much, David. Let's win slowly and steadily. We'll save up little by little, and we'll eventually reach 50,000," she advised worriedly, fearing her husband was too eager for quick success.