Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 21 Gambling
"me."

Wang Bo replied hesitantly, looking at the banknotes on the gambling table in front of him with fiery eyes, with a hesitant expression:
"Ah Biao, I'm a little unsure"

"I'm holding you, Bozai!"

A Biao exhaled smoke, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled:

"Brother, we are gambling now, do you know gambling?"

"There must be winners and losers in this thing."

"Hey"

A Biao patted his thigh: "You can think about this matter yourself, it's not good for me anyway."

"If you hadn't said you were short of money and needed money to find me urgently, I wouldn't have brought you to this place, you know."

Speaking of it.

A Biao leaned his head to Wang Bo's side, and leaned into his ear and said, "Here, you have seen it anyway, this is the rule here."

"The environment here is very suitable for someone like you who wants to make a fortune and leave."

"As long as you don't cheat, you can leave here safely after winning money, don't worry.

But hey, losing money is also possible, anyway, you can figure it out yourself. "

"Um"

Wang Bo's eyes flickered, he looked at A Biao, then at the gambling table, and clenched his hands that had been in his trouser pockets.

It contained thousands of dollars that Zhong Wenze had given him a few days ago.

After getting the money, Wang Bo counted the points. Originally, he thought it was only 500 yuan, but it was actually [-] yuan.

Remove these.

In addition to his salary this month and his work as a handyman, it is all calculated together, and there is a small amount of 8000 yuan.

"Have you made up your mind?"

A Biao threw away the burnt cigarette butt in his mouth, and spat thick phlegm on the ground vulgarly:
"I'll do whatever you want anyway, but if you don't want to play, let's go straight away, don't waste time."

His eyes fell on Wang Bo's hands that had been in his pockets, and his eyes flickered:
"Let me tell you, for your sake, I sneaked out by myself tonight."

"I know you are in urgent need of money now, but don't say brother, I won't find a way for you. Luang, I introduced you to hang out with the boss before, and you can't do it."

This A Biao is the Chaozhou gang that Wang Bo followed before. He usually does some horse work and is responsible for loosening.

During the arrest by the police, A Biao ran quite fast.

Wang Bo was inexperienced, plus he was fat and slow, so he was arrested.

Fortunately, Wang Bo had just followed him that day and hadn't started working yet, so he was not caught and seized the stolen goods.

"Um.."

After Wang Bo thought for a while, he finally made up his mind to take out the money in his pocket and serve it to the table.

"tsk"

Ah Biao's eyes lighted up.

Just now Wang Bo took out a stack of money, and patted his trouser pocket twice with his other hand, indicating that there must be some money in it.

His eyes met with another person at the same gambling table, and everything was said without saying anything.

The gamble continues.

At the beginning.

When Wang Bo was at the table, he won and lost. In the second half, he won several games in a row, but they were all small money, not much.

"Hey, are you almost gone?"

A Biao watched Wang Bo win the money, stood next to his ear and said: "Let's go, let's play again next time."

"what."

Wang Bo replied, looking at the won money in his hand, he frowned.

After excluding every commission, he has only won 300 yuan so far: "What can I do with this little money?"

In the case of repeated winnings, Wang Bo's mentality is also very relaxed, and he is not as nervous as before.

He stroked his hair: "Come on, come on, keep going, play a little bigger."

Next.

They played more and more, Wang Bo's luck was very good, and he kept winning money for a while.

At this time, people, taking advantage of that energy, must win more and more fun, and play more and more.

Play to the back.

Only he and another middle-aged man were left on the table.

This person lost the most tonight.

Now he's in a bad state of mind.

The middle-aged man stared at the wad of money won in front of Wang Bo with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Shui, lend me ten thousand."

"no problem."

Brother Shui at the side immediately opened his bag: "You know how to calculate the interest, so I'll give it to you."

"Ah."

The man took the money and put it all on the table. He looked at Wang Bo with red eyes: "Little fat man, do you dare to play? One hand will determine the winner."

"Okay."

Wang Bo's current state is very relaxed, he simply thought about it.

At present, I only earn 1 yuan in my hands.

In the next round, it doesn't matter even if you lose, the big deal is that you don't play tonight.

If you win, double it up.

People, sometimes they are quite metaphysical.

If you lose, you may keep losing.

If you win, you probably keep winning.

The current Wang Bo undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

Not surprisingly.

This round of stud, Wang Bo won the game again.

The posture of their table, although they didn't play too much, has already attracted many people watching the fun from the sidelines.

Everyone gathered around one after another. Anyway, watching the fun doesn't cost money.

"Come again!"

The middle-aged man was completely impatient, and looked at Brother Shui, who specialized in lending money, and said, "Give me another [-]! The last one!"

Done.

He looked at Wang Bo: "Boy, do you dare to follow?"

"This"

Wang Bo hesitated when he heard this.

However, he didn't immediately refuse. He took out a Camel cigarette and lit one for himself: "Let me think about it."

"Follow him, you can win back 3 yuan in one go, and you won't lose any money."

"If it were me, I would definitely do it!"

"Fuck, this kid is lucky, he has been winning money all night."

"It's cool, after winning this one, I can go and ask two girls to serve and play together at night, it's really nice."

The people who were watching on the side began to talk in a hurry.

"I guess, this kid can still win!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. He's so lucky now, and the God of Wealth wants to give him money, who can stop him?"

no doubt.

The gamblers present all believed in what luck said.

"Bozai, why don't you do it?"

A Biao stood beside Wang Bo and gave him advice: "But if you think it's not good, then you won't do it."

"Zi"

Wang Bo frowned and smoked a cigarette, ignored him, and thought about it in his heart.

Because of this, he needs to use his own money.

At present, I have won [-] on the surface, and I still have [-] in my pocket.

play with him.

If you lose.

It can be said that it was a dream for me. I lost [-] yuan for playing for nothing all night, and lost all my underwear.

If won.

I made a steady profit again, and my income soared to [-] tonight, almost worth what I worked for a year.

To follow or not to follow?
"Zi"

Wang Bo took a mouthful of the cigarette again, licked his dry lips, and moved his neck.

He glanced at the middle-aged man who seemed to have lost his mind, and then tilted his head to look at the person in charge of pumping water:

"If I win this one, I don't want to play anymore, can I leave?"

"This is the boss' place, the rules are here, who dares to stand in your way."

The person in charge of pumping water said in a cold voice: "Whoever dares to do anything to you is to have a problem with Boss Cheng!"

"it is good."

Wang Bo nodded, and took out the money in his pocket: "I only have twenty-eight thousand in total, do you want to play?"

"Two thousand is wiped out for you, come on!"

The middle-aged gritted his teeth and pushed the 3 yuan forward: "Follow!"

"with!"

Wang Bo no longer worried, and raised his voice to make himself stronger: "Pay cards!"

Risk and return always complement each other, not to mention gambling.

Wang Bo's heart went all out.

Moreover.

God of Wealth took such good care of me tonight, there was no reason for him to lose.

But this time.

The God of Wealth no longer takes care of him.

draw.

Wang Bo lost.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was laughing arrogantly and holding the money in his arms, Wang Bo's face turned pale, and his forehead began to sweat.

"Grass fucking!"

Wang Bo's mentality exploded at this moment, and he cursed loudly.

"Are you still playing or not? If you don't, I'm leaving!"

After the middle-aged man gave the commissioned money, he was ready to pay back the money: "Yes, the God of Wealth finally took care of me once, and I will be satisfied with a small win at night."

Excluding the money just borrowed, the middle-aged can be regarded as guaranteed capital.

The gamblers onlookers chattered again.

"Fuck him!"

"Fuck, this is a fucking big loss!"

"Hey, the young man went to the street, playing for nothing all night, and lost all his money."

"Forget it, let's go."

There was a lot of discussion.

Wang Bo, who was standing in the middle, felt inexplicably unwilling, and looked at Brother Shui who was lending money aside: "Brother, can you lend me some money?"

"Borrow, why don't I borrow if I have money to make?"

Brother Shui answered immediately: "How much do you want?"

"Twenty thousand!"

This time, Wang Bo took the lead after a defeat and went straight to the big game.

"Give you!"

Brother Shui gave the money directly, took out the IOU that he had prepared earlier, and signed it.

Wang Bo pushed the money forward: "Stud!"

"with!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of red, and he was not afraid at all.

just.

At this time, Wang Bo seemed to be entangled by bad luck.

After two consecutive waves, he owed [-] yuan directly, which is not counted as interest.

At this time, he suddenly woke up.

"Zi"

Wang Bo's forehead was sweating, and his finger holding the cigarette was trembling, unable to stabilize at all:
"Brother Biaobiao, you still have more."

"Mine is long gone, and I gave it all to you."

Before Wang Bo could finish speaking, Ah Biao interrupted him angrily: "Hey, horse rider, you stepped on shit tonight, so please yourself."

talking.

He waved his hand and started walking outside.

"Biao brother.."

Wang Bo also wanted to go outside, but was stopped by Brother Shui's people:

"Boy, you still owe money, want to run?!"

"Give me the money, hurry up!"

Four tall men stopped him directly.

Wang Bo's tone trembled: "I have no money."

"No money?"

Brother Shui frowned, and said with a smile: "That's easy, ask a friend to borrow it, and get the house in return."

"Or, take your life!"

(End of this chapter)