Solution Nassau part 2

Upon landing at the Paradise Island ferry port, Mark walked toward the Atlantis resort buildings, making a beeline for the casino. The absurdity of the orange and pink building sprouting up out of the bodies of the sweltering tourists and white sands made his head hurt. It was a long walk through the moist and hot air but he finally made it into the cool air of the casino. The _ring ding ding_ C-chords of the slot machines felt so cool and refreshing after the ordeal in the oven outside.
He turned to a huge slot machine just inside the lobby of the casino and looked at the ridiculous three-feet diameter wheels. He fished a twenty US dollar bill out of his pocket and fed it into the machine. He tried to pull the huge handle above his head but couldn't pull it down. He settled for pressing the button labeled "MAX BET". The wheels turned slowly whistling cheerful music and stopped abruptly in sequence, seven _spin spin doo dee doo dee__ seven and continued spinning for an eternity more before the last wheel chunked mechanically on seven. A heavenly host of lights and music blared. A heavy sound of metal buckets filling up with rocks filled the area. A few tourists turned to admire Mark and the noisy machine. One woman with white hair and a red face and neck took a bright flash photograph of the scene.
Soon the machine quieted down and a simple flashing amber light at the top blinked Morse code _help me, help me_. An attendant in bright blue casino shorts and short sleeves walked up and introduced herself.
"You're the winner?" she asked?
"I, uh, guess so," Mark said.
"It's you're lucky day. Jackpot's over a hundred fifty," she said. She examined the hopper and grabbed an empty plastic pail from a nearby discarded pile. "Hopper only holds about 75 dollar coins. We'll give you a check for the rest obviously. Do you have your ID?"
Mark nodded. "I'll take cash," he said. One hundred fifty dollars for a twenty dollar spin wasn't that big of a deal. He pulled out his passport and wallet.
"Oh, Mr. Thorne!" she exclaimed. "I didn't recognise you until just now. You came a little earlier but your room wasn't ready." She took some notes and told him to follow her to the casino cashier's cage.
The woman went behind the cage through a side door and spoke to a man behind the counter in hushed tones. The man listened very carefully, examined the notes and the passport, then nodded. He approached the cage and smiled to Mark.
"Mr. Thorne," he said in a thick accent of something. "It'll just be one moment. We'll count it out right now."
"Okay," he said. He needed a drink. "Can I have, uh. . . A drink?" he asked.
"Of course," the man said and he pressed a button on a walkie-talkie on his hip belt.
A few minutes passed by very slowly. Just when Mark felt he was going to fall over, a waitress carrying a round serving tray arrived with several bottles of beer and cups of colourful drinks on it.
"Bud Light," he said and fanned three dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to the waitress. She took the bills and handed him back an opened bottle. She looked at Mark carefully, looked at the cage and the man behind it quickly, then walked away.
"What's taking so long?" Mark asked finally after taking a few sips of beer.
"Just one more moment, Mr. Thorne. We'll have you on your way. You asked for cash so we're counting it out now," said the man.
"Yeah, seventy five bucks, man, it's not hard," Mark said.
"Seventy five, sir?" the man asked.
"Yeah, the attendant said a hundred fifty." Mark shook his bucket but it was so heavy it barely moved or made any sounds. "This is seventy five, so let's go."
"Oh no, sir," said the man behind the casino cage. He turned as the woman Mark had first met arrived behind him, handing him several stacks of wrapped hundred dollar bills. The man spilled out fifteen stacks of bills on the counter in front of him. "No, sir, you won one hundred and sixty seven thousand four hundred fifty eight dollars."