The years when I was an old man

Seeing Ma Murong's hesitation, Fang Chukai looked back at the driver standing next to the car and said politely in English:

"You go back first, and tell Mr. Ambassador by the way that I will not attend tonight's cocktail party. I want to stay here to watch my friend's card game. Tomorrow afternoon, let him go to my company for afternoon tea..."

Although Fang Chukai's tone was gentlemanly, his tone was one that could not be refused.

After watching the driver get into the car, Fang Chukai asked Ma Murong again:

"Master Ma, aren't you going in yet?"

Ma Murong gave me a sharp look before entering the yard with the old accountant.

After exchanging pleasantries with Cen Yalun, Fang Chukai said to her:

"Miss Cen, please come first. I'll chat with Chu Liu for a few words, and I'll come find you later!"

A group of people followed into the yard, and only Fang Chukai and I were left on the street, as well as Lao Hei and Xiao Duo not far away.

After patting my shoulder, Fang Chukai slowly shook his head.

"Chu Liu, why are you still so impulsive? Why are you gambling with others?"

I guessed that Fang Chukai should know the reason, so I didn't answer him.

Instead, he looked at the direction the car was driving away and asked tentatively:

"Mr. Fang's network of connections is really enviable. He can actually make friends with such a person!"

In my initial impression, Fang Chukai was a successful businessman.

But as my contact with him became deeper and deeper, I felt more and more that he was unfathomable.

Even, I have a vague feeling that is not good.

This feeling was like when I was flying to Haojiang and he suddenly appeared next to my seat.

Fang Chu smiled like a gentleman. He also looked at the direction the car was leaving and said:

"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, I have to tell you something. Everything in this world has a clearly marked price. If you can't get it, it only means that you don't have enough chips. When I say this, you should understand why I There will be so many friends..."

This seems to make sense, but something feels wrong.

Of course, I don't want to argue with him about the rights and wrongs here.

Looking at Fang Chukai, I asked again:

"Mr. Fang, there is one more thing I can't figure out. With your strength, it is not difficult to invest in several gambling halls. Why do you want me to help you fight with the Ma family and Huang Shigong?"

Fang Chukai put one hand in his suit trouser pocket, slowly shook his head and said with a smile:

"Chu Liu, this is a typical cognitive error of yours. No matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to do everything. In addition, the rules of this world are that everyone must play a fixed role in a specific period. For example, I , the current role is not suitable to compete with the Ma family for these things. But you are different, a thousand kings of Guandong, children of Jianghu. Whatever you do, it is in line with your role. But I am not suitable..."

I also laughed and said casually:

"Mr. Fang means that this kind of dirty work in the world should be done by people like me. Your status does not allow you to do this, right?"

I thought that Fang Chukai would definitely refute me.

Unexpectedly, he nodded without hesitation and said:

"It's okay for you to understand it this way. This is what I call role theory. Let's go, I am a layman, but I can't wait to see the showdown between the two young kings!"

Following Fang Chukai, we walked towards the yard.

As he walked, he looked at the Portuguese-style courtyard and said:

"This yard is old. Looking at these buildings, you can imagine that Ye Han, the gambling king of Haojiang, once drank tea and studied gambling here. But the rain hit the frost, and the country changed hands. What is left is only a generation of gambling. It’s just the king’s name…”

I don’t know why Fang Chukai was so emotional. As he spoke, he turned to look at me and asked:

"Are you going to lose?"

I shook my head.

"do not know!"

"If you lose, will you just surrender and let them slaughter you?"

Fang Chukai asked further.

I stared blankly into the distance and said slowly:

"The bottom line for a person in a thousand sects is to be willing to admit defeat. Naturally, I have nothing to say if I lose!"

Fang Chukai sighed and said:

"Hey, you are still young after all!"

As he spoke, he had already walked into the small building.

There is a corridor at the entrance of the small building, with many old black and white photos hanging on both sides of the corridor.

These photos have one thing in common: most of them were taken in casinos.

Fang Chukai looked at the people above and whispered to me:

"You see, at that time, Mr. Ye and Mr. Cen were mutual friends. They jointly owned the largest casino in Haojiang. But people got together because of profit, and then separated because of profit. The brothers in those days eventually turned against each other and became enemies..."

I have also heard about the old stories between the two of them, but none of this is what I care about.

What I care about is today's bet.

Also, can I see Mr. Liu at the gambling game.

Passing through the corridor is a huge living room.

At this moment, the door to the living room is open.

In the middle position, there is a standard gaming table.

Gu Ziliu stood on one side of the gaming table, looking blankly in the direction of the door.

In the rest area next to it, Zhaixing Zhang and others were sitting there.

Several people were chatting with each other and seemed to be discussing the game that was about to start.