My coworker quit his job a few days ago. He went to Macau and gambled for three days, and when he came back, he was a completely different person.

He said that on the first day at the casino, he won 150,000 at Baccarat, and the next day he won another 50,000 playing slot machines. With two stacks of cash in hand, he went back to the hotel, patted his pillow, and thought to himself that making money this way was much faster than working.

On the third day, he went to the Wynn Casino and got fixated on the roulette wheel, betting on red and black. Seven spins in a row came up red, but he insisted on betting black, doubling his bets starting from 5,000.

By the eighth spin, he bet 200,000 directly. As the wheel spun, his heart raced. The ball bounced twice and landed on red again. He collapsed into the velvet chair, staring at his account balance—five years of savings reduced to zero.

At midnight by the fountain on New Road, he was smoking when his phone suddenly buzzed with a text: "Did you come up with the surgery money?" The cigarette burned his hand before he snapped back to reality. After coming home, he fell into a depression, and quit his job just days later. I have no idea what he's going to do now.

Gambling is something you should never touch. The casino is a bottomless pit. Who can actually walk out of there with winnings?

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