Gopher was over the moon. He took the money and made a beeline for the counter, all too happy to exchange them for chips.

This time, he didn’t get chips of a hundred for Charlie. The smallest value of the chips started from a thousand, and then to two thousand, five thousand and ten thousand.

When Gopher returned with the chips, he placed them respectfully in front of Charlie and said politely, “Mr. Wade, your chips. You can count them.”

“No need.” Charlie didn’t even bother to look at them.