The Tough Poker Grinder

Emily Liu Came to Venetian Poker Room

The sun shone through the closed curtains, and dawn warmed the room.

I woke up and turned to see if Ashley was awake. I was going to ask her how she slept last night and whether she was still in the habit of sleeping.But all of a sudden, I found that there was no one beside me and she had gone.

I stupidly looked at the other half of the empty bed, the feeling of boredom, I mumbled in the heart: this is what thing.

A one-night stand is a one-night stand. They say I'm dead when I wake up.

One-night stand is really boring, I said in the heart, and then opened the quilt, put on good clothes, take the room card, the head also do not go back to the front desk, the room back.

I was standing in the lobby of the Mirage hotel, shaking my head, and for some reason I suddenly felt a little confused about the one-night stand that had happened the night before. Maybe it was because it had no end, no beginning, no ending, a good beginning and a bad ending.

After thinking for a while, I persuaded myself to stop thinking about it. The main thing is, things have come to this point, want to do what, or don't just add trouble, it is not necessary.

I took a slow walk to the Mirage parking lot, adjusting my attitude.

I pulled my BMW keys out of my pocket, opened the door remotely, climbed into the driver's seat, and pulled onto the V City Expressway.At 9 o 'clock in the morning, V City is an ordinary city in the daytime. It is hard for us to imagine that the night in this city is so colorful and dazzling. At this moment, V City is as busy as any other city, no different.

But I love this city, its daytime gives me enough freedom, its night gives me enough lively.

During the day, I am a ordinary a taxi driver, open the taxi APP to meet the guests, with all kinds of guests, to all sorts of different places, they take a taxi place is different, have different purposes, they have their life, and I'm the only the intersection of the driver is a journey, the journey is, after they continue their lives, I continued my.But each trip, and is unique, can not be duplicated, sometimes meet the guests love to chat, we can also be far and wide chat, quite happy.

So, I also love my daytime identity, I'm a taxi driver. And also, a 15-year old cab driver with great driving skills.

At night, I was one of many poker players in V City.I like Texas Hold 'em a lot. I think of it as an intellectual game, but it's not like Go or chess or anything like that. It's colorful, but it's also the most fascinating part, and once it's colorful, it's directly connected to humanity.Although it is common to say that winning or losing is a military strategist, but when playing cards, losing to double, winning to win more, this is the common weakness of the people, it is difficult to overcome. But those who can do our best to overcome the weakness of nature those poker players, are remarkable achievements, and then spread to the deeper thinking, not just play poker, those in the big classroom of life, where there are overcome ourselves, to overcome the weakness of human nature this matter do good of those who are doing well, was very successful.

I was thinking about human frailty, driving my car on the V city highway, and in a short time, I was at the Trump Hotel.I pulled the car into the parking lot of Trump Hotel, pulled into my own parking space, parked the car, and took the passenger ladder to the 28th floor, where I lived in 2806.

Trump Hotel is a world-famous Hotel, needless to say, because it is owned by the former President of the United States.I will not say the rest, but I hold the view that the merits and demerits of politicians are to be judged by history. But the Trump hotel is really in the style of Mr.Trump. It is sparkling and golden, which reminds me of the hilarious news that Trump's toilets are all made of pure gold.Thinking about it, it's fun.

When the elevator reached the 28th floor, I walked out to the door of my room and opened it.I took off my jacket and felt in the pockets of my pants to make sure I didn't have anything like paper towels in it, then threw it in the bucket for the weekend.

I clean the house and do the laundry once a week.

I pulled it out. I opened it. It read: 702-387-XXXX, Ashley Camaro.It turned out Ashley had left me her number.Then there was the message: I'm sorry, I have to go, take care of an emergency situation, it was great last night. Please call me sometime when you miss me.

I laughed when I read this sweet message. It seemed that Ashley was not a messy person, someone who would sneak away after a one-night stand without saying a word, I thought, well, she wasn't that bad.

I thought, I told you, she doesn't look so bad.

But, on the note, she talked about an emergency situation. What is an emergency?Slight? Serious? Start work? Move the gun? Who the hell is she? What the hell does she do?

I couldn't help but think of the man at the table the night before, losing to the man I was so unconvinced and swearing at, he didn't seem to be a good guy.

And what is Ashley's relationship to him?At this thought, I suddenly felt a cold sweat starting to break out at my back. I don't know why, I suddenly have a bad feeling.

Had I met a difficult gangster?

I was crying in my heart.

Well, I still can't hide from beauty.

Then I thought, Emergency Situation could be anything, so don't scare yourself, but at the very least, she's his date, he's a gangster.No, no, that wasn't the right direction. I thought about it, and my judgment was, at least she was in charge of him, she was above him, whatever they were, and he obeyed her orders. Because, I suspect, he saw her walk out of the poker room and come up to me and chat me up, and he could have predicted something about what was going to happen.

Then, only she was higher than him, she dared to do it recklessly, otherwise, the consequences could not be imagined.

Thinking of this, I feel better, otherwise, I really do not know how to die, may be said to die in grave.

So, I think more actually meaningless, because I play the relationship between De Pu, I like to observe and analyze it, so sometimes I try to persuade myself not to think more, not to think deeply, try to restrain some, let oneself put the state of mind. I often began to say to myself: should come it will come, want to hide not to drop.

Well, let it be.

Satan's is Satan's, God's is God's.

Because I spent a long time with Ashley the night before, and spent a lot of time playing and thinking at the card table, I stayed at home for the rest of the day, listening to music on the speakers, drinking tea and reading books.

I quite like such a state of life, rhythm is not happy, feel comfortable life, happy. The only thing I had to deal with was Poker Bankroll Management, which I think is something every semi-professional or professional player has to deal with.Because control their emotions, should not continue to play CARDS to pull out of the time to leave, can not love, this is against humanity, so to achieve restraint and self-restraint, or need to spend some time and heart, and their own heart demons struggle.

So this month I started reading a book on Poker Bankroll Management. It tells you how to start with a minimum limit, buy as much as you need, lose as much as you need to stop, and so on. I understand all the conceptual stuff, but it's all about practicing control.

Music slowly flow out from the speaker, listening is the ordinary day, to outsiders should I won't be a person, like to listen to folk songs because in others eyes, I am fluent, there are not many emotional ups and downs, but in fact, I like folk songs, like I sometimes like to read poetry, at this level, I still retain some of pure fantasy to life, and the tone of the city of V, there are a little out of place.But this is my inner world, and I don't need to synchronize with the outside world. On the contrary, I seem to find a balance in the bustle of the city.

Today, my thoughts are a little bit chaotic, I can't say why, maybe that man is a little bit disturbing my mood, for uncertain things, I occasionally can not restrain a little anxiety.

So I put down my Poker Bankroll Management book, ready to stop reading it, and turned to pull a book of Loy's poems from a row on the table.

I like his poems very much. They are native and wild, which is very suitable for me who has a high yearning heart. I like words that are deeply rooted in life. They are concise and thick.

Changes in my hometown

The text/loy

The old hometown, under the brim of the straw hat

The sky is also very low, always want to modify the hometown

Don't use black and white, it's too monotonous and depressing

Want to use mild color to decorate the bird's eyes downy point

Let them see that the weeds in the field are not like lions

Allow weeds to grow to maturity, and see what flowers and seeds they produce

The road is not wound to the grain, which sometimes degenerates without understanding

Then modify the part of speech of grass and trees, so that wheat, dodder after 30 years on an equal footing

It doesn't try to fix the wind, which at its most unpredictable is much like politics

If you still want to modify, most want to modify the river

The old South Ling River, the four seasons like a knife cut as clear

I want it to flow through my hometown when it is always spring

The spring flows through your little roots and mine

Reading this poem, I felt that the very soft part of my heart was accurately touched, a warm current in my heart, warmth, a kind of expectation quietly rising in my heart, I want to live in the countryside for a period of time, just listen to the sound of rain, read books, drink tea, put away the troubles of the world. It's kind of a little buried dream in my heart.

I looked out of the window, as if it were indeed about to rain, which is rare in V. V is a desert city with warm weather all year round and hot weather in summer. It rarely rains all year round.Snow, to say nothing of the fact that there has not been one in decades.

Not for a while, there are indeed raindrops fell on the window, drop by drop, my speakers continue to be the songs of Mao Buyi slowly flowing, hand a book of poems, occasionally drink a bubble of oolong tea, the day is really beautiful not like.

As the day wore on, I got dressed and headed out for fried rice at one of my favorite Cantonese restaurants in the Venetian Hotel.By the way, I can go to the poker room next door and see if there are any good games tonight. I can play for a little while.

When I arrived at the Cantonese restaurant, I suddenly found that the Poker Room next to it was packed with people. I poked my head inside to see what was going on."Are you Chinese?" I asked a Chinese-looking man next to me. Why is it so crowded today?

The man took a look at me and answered me in Chinese: Liu Yu is typing 50-100NL inside.

"So, I calm of said 1." But my heart has turned upside down,

Poker circle, especially the Chinese poker circle, no one knows Liu Yu, she can be regarded as the Chinese team to carry the handle, whether it is cash, or the game, are brilliant achievements, is the captain of the Chinese team, in recent years, led the Chinese team in the international competition has made very bright results.

So she came to Venetian to play cards. No wonder the poker room is packed with people. Some want to see the fun, and some want to come to the table to play a few hands with her.I was thinking.

I'm not going to join in. I turned away from the crowd and went to a Cantonese restaurant to eat fried rice.

While I was eating, a woman suddenly sat down opposite me. I was wondering who had been so rude. She looked up and saw a smiling face.

I smiled at her and blurted out: Why are you here?For Emily Liu too?

I don't know how, suddenly out of such a sentence.

"Indeed." Ashley replied.

I was momentarily surprised. I was just joking about it and didn't expect to get such an answer.

"Do what?" I asked.

"That, is not your business," Ashley replied with a chuckle.

"Oh, I apologize."I thought to myself, yes, we didn't know each other, that was offensive.

Then I stopped talking and kept my head down to eat my fried rice.

After all, who is so choking sound, the in the mind will not be happy, I am self-restraint.

"Hey Jay, I was just kidding. I will let you know about it later. I gotta go now. I saw you from the outside, so goodness that I can drop by and say hi to you, because you did not call me."

She paused for a second and then added, "I missed you."

Now I don't know what to do.

Did I think about her today? Maybe in a few moments. Like when the rain falls.

But only for a few moments.After all, I only met him once.

Of course, there was some physical contact, so to be precise, I thought about it for a while.

So I spoke honestly, "I thought about you when it rained."

Ashley laughed heartily when she heard this.

"I really gotta go now, call me okay, Jay?Or text me. "Ashley got up and started to walk out of the restaurant, and she said to me,

"Yes, Yes I will. Tonight when I get home."

Ashley understood and said, "Great, I'll let you know about this over the phone later tonight.

"Cool. Later."I said.

"Later."Ashley said.

Ashley walked out of the restaurant, and I finished my fried rice. I left Venetian and drove home.

Because, by nature, I'm not a party person.

So tonight's scene, I decided to stay away.

The poker news should be there tomorrow.

I don't know 50-100NL, how much to win or lose tonight.

I went home, lay down in bed, and planned to call Ashley around 10 o 'clock. I figured she would have finished dealing with something I didn't know about and could talk to me. By the way, it was a good time for a little love talk and a little flirting.

I can see that Ashley likes me a lot, and I, for one, have a little crush on her.B: Yes, not quite.