Someone winked and chimed in, "You're lucky. If it were me, I'd hug the boss and kiss him so hard I wouldn't let go."
Hearing this, Diana, who was already too ashamed to lift her head, now wished she could disappear into the ground.
"Stop talking nonsense..."
The crowd stared in amazement at the slot machine, which was constantly spitting out coins, their eyes filled with envy.
"Exchange chips." Draco didn't bother to look at the clinking coins, and simply spoke to the crowd.
As soon as the words were spoken, the onlookers, who had been eagerly waiting to share in the good fortune, immediately rushed forward and exchanged the coins scattered on the ground for several lightweight, high-value chips in the blink of an eye.
In a short while, the mountain of coins disappeared, replaced by a 1000, a 500, a 200, and a 100 chip, which someone handed to Draco.
"What are you giving me? Give me my assistant." Draco didn't take it, gesturing instead to Diana was still pretending to be a quail with her head down.
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then revealed knowing and ambiguous smiles. Soon someone understood and jokingly placed the large amount of chips into Diana's slightly trembling hand.
"Thank you, boss," Diana said, holding out the chips.
The onlookers immediately erupted in cheers and jeers.
He chuckled knowingly, "Wow, this boss is so good to his assistant! He's practically spoiling her rotten!"
"This isn't an assistant, she's a lucky charm!"
"This is making money faster than a printing press!"
"Hurry up and watch the next one, we're still waiting to see six bars!"
Someone pushed forward, their face full of envy and curiosity, and asked:
"Dude, how do you do that? You get a full bar every time! Any secrets to share?"
Someone nearby immediately retorted with a laugh, "Do you think I'd just tell you my skills for making a living? You can only be envious!"
"What's the big deal? We can just hire a good-looking and lucky assistant." Draco simply smiled faintly, glancing meaningfully at Diana was still blushing beside him.
Diana's cheeks flushed even more from his words. She gently pushed his arm away, protesting softly in a coquettish tone:
"Boss... you're not kidding me, are you...?"
"Boss... don't joke with me..." Diana blushed and protested, then hurriedly tugged at his sleeve.
The people around immediately burst into laughter.
In fact, when Draco entered the casino to watch Diana play the slot machine, Draco had already had his internal system quickly analyze the internal structure of the slot machine.
This old-fashioned machine was discovered to rely on an optical sensor on an internal turntable to identify where the pattern would stop.
In other words, as long as the light signals received by the sensors can be controlled at the right time, the turntable can be guided to stop on the desired pattern to a certain extent.
That's why Draco said technique conquers all.
So he put Diana in charge of the operation, while he himself kept his hands in his pockets, looking every bit the boss.
In reality, Draco was quietly manipulating a small gadget in his pocket— Dumbledore's Deluminator.
That's why the absolute miracle of saying something and it coming true can be achieved.
The slot machine's roulette wheel had just spun out its first dazzling metallic bar, before the colored lights had fully flashed...
The cheers had barely begun when, at the height of the excitement, the side door leading to the backstage area of the casino creaked open, and two figures in black strode in.
Behind them followed a stern-faced supervisor in a sharp suit, clutching a thick folder in his hand. His eyes, like searchlights, were fixed on the coin-dispensing machine in the center and Draco and his companion.
The appearance of the three was like a bucket of ice water poured over the lively atmosphere, causing the surrounding air to freeze.
The onlookers, who had been watching the spectacle with bated breath, froze, quickly making way for each other.
Whispers quickly spread through the crowd:
"They're here! The casino can't sit still anymore!"
"Those two are winning way too badly, winning every hand with a grand slam, they've practically emptied the machine, they're definitely going to be targeted!"
"Oh no, oh no, are they going to cause trouble?!"
Diana was eagerly anticipating the next pattern to light up, but she was startled by this spectacle, and the joy on her face froze.
She instinctively moved closer to Draco, her small hand involuntarily grabbing the corner of his sleeve.
"They... how did they get here... did we win too much...?" Diana looked at Draco anxiously.
At that moment, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind: confiscate her chips? Kick her out of the casino? Or even... worse?
"It's alright, don't be afraid." Feeling the pull on his sleeve and the tension in Diana's body, Draco didn't turn around, but simply patted the back of her hand that was gripping his sleeve reassuringly.
"... Hmm." Diana's tense nerves relaxed a little.
Although she was still very nervous, because she knew that people coming to the casino were never good, she was willing to believe Draco when he said everything was fine.
The unease was still on her face, but she ultimately chose to press herself even closer to Draco.
The clamor of the crowd abruptly ceased, everyone craning their necks, their eyes fixed on the center, filled with curiosity to see how this commotion would end.
The supervisor stopped in front of the two, his gaze sweeping over the slot machine that still displayed the BAR icon but was no longer in operation, before settling on Draco and Diana.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, according to casino regulations, we need to check the internal programs and settings of this machine. Could you please wait a moment and cooperate with the inspection?"
This is the casino's standard procedure for handling unusual winnings: suspend the game, check the equipment, and ensure fairness.
The words were polite, but the underlying meaning was self-evident.
All eyes were on Draco, waiting to see his reaction: protest? argue? or show signs of guilt?
However, Draco's reaction surprised everyone.
He simply turned slightly to the side, shielding Diana behind him even more tightly, to make way for the inspectors.
At the same time, he made a gesture of invitation, saying, "Please go ahead."
The supervisor was taken aback, clearly not expecting Draco to react this way; he had been prepared for all sorts of situations.
The other party might protest that their good luck has been interrupted, might stall for time, or might even change the subject out of guilt.
But the young man's confidence made the supervisor, who was used to seeing all kinds of gamblers, feel inexplicably uneasy.
This kind of reaction either indicates a genuinely clear conscience or an extreme sense of impunity, showing absolutely no fear of investigation.
The supervisor frowned, giving Draco a suspicious look, trying to find a flaw in his expression.
But on that face, there was nothing but calm.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out what the other party was up to.