Qin Gong's life is spent at the bottom of the flower [broken wonton sea colleagues]

With the fragrance of clothes and the shadows on the temples in the ten-mile foreign market, the BMW carved cars and the jade pots turn brightly, Shanghai's prosperity is like a glass dream floating in the air.

Mr. Gong was not in a hurry to go home after work, and drove to pick him up when Qin Chuan changed shifts.It didn't take long for the two of them to eat all the menus of Astor, Cathay and Park.

However, Qin Chuan was not very interested in the tea dance at Huamao Hotel and Licha Hotel. He just sat at the table and waited for Mr. Gong to dance with various strange women wearing brocade clothes, as a polite companion.

Not long after the second ball was over, Mr. Gong recalled that Qin Chuan didn’t like this kind of ostentatious and arty selling gold caves, so he immediately canceled the trip to the Xinhua Song and Dance Hall, and took Qin Chuan to Dahu to sing and dance hall to watch the show.

The Dahu Song and Dance Hall belongs to Cabaret. The focus of this type of restaurant is never on eating, but on performances. It is divided into three floors by scale. The first type is relatively elegant, the second type is kitsch, and the third type is the most open.The Dahu Song and Dance Hall is one of the higher grades.

Mr. Gong's dandy face is gradually exposed, and Qin Chuan is worthy of his yuppie personality. Whether it's a striptease or Ye Meimei, he appreciates it with a smile, but Mr. Gong's rebellious psychology is on the contrary.

Whether it's the heavily made-up lady Qianjin or the out-of-game courtesan summoned by the ticket, all of them are more close to Qin Chuan, and he doesn't know whether he should be jealous of Qin Chuan or those women in the end.

Over time, looking at the crimson window frame, I felt that it was not as bright as Qin Chuan's lips, and smelling the Rui Brain Beast, I felt that it was not as good as the aftertaste of tobacco on Qin Chuan's clothes. The yellow leather police uniform on his body is more fragrant than when he ignites it himself.

What's more, Mr. Gong's drinking capacity is quite "poor". Once he wrote a game ticket and asked the hotel clerk to send it to the hall name. Before the waiter came, he regarded Qin Chuan as a waiter, and he held Qin Chuan in his arms and refused to let go.

Fortunately, the gun in Qin Chuan's police uniform never left his body, and he pushed it away safely, and the muzzle of the gun hit his face, so Mr. Gong was honest.

Mr. Gong had a drunken madness on his face, but he was quite regretful in his heart, but he had no choice but to give up his thoughts of looking for flowers or taking the opportunity to get close to the water, and instead took Qin Chuan to Yiyuan to gamble with dogs.

However, Qin Chuan cherishes the fragmentary public salary in his pocket, no matter how Mr. Gong tempts him, he will not make a big bet. The essence is that he has seen through Mr. Gong's conspiracy to borrow money to encourage him to gamble: The policy of flirting with words and behaving in good manners did not effectively break down Qin Chuan's vigilance. He felt that the man surnamed Gong could completely tell the nonsense of "you owe me money and pay with flesh".

Mr. Rigong took Qin Chuan to Alpey Road and Xiafei Road to see Hai-alai.At a glance, several players hired from Spain looked extremely small in the extremely wide field.

Summer in Shanghai can be described as raging in July, but the first-class box is turned on with cold wind, and exquisite seasonal fruits are placed on the table, even a piece of useless watermelon rind is carved with auspicious clouds.

In a few 10 minutes, a new game will start. The waiter came with a tray and asked Mr. Gong what kind of tickets to buy. Besides the game, you can also buy players to win or lose. There are two kinds of tickets: 2 yuan and 10 yuan.

Mr. Gong bought a stack at random—it was really a thick stack, at least a dozen or so.Qin Chuan glanced at it, and there were several single-win and double-win wins that even conflicted with each other.

The waiter took a lot of tips, closed the door softly and left with weird eyes, Qin Chuan couldn't help but mocked: "Boss Gong, this is sending beggars?"

Mr. Gong is peeling grapes.His fingers were extremely nimble, and with a light twist, the grape skin quickly cracked and shrunk from the top to the fingertips; with another flip of the hand, the crystal clear purple beads rolled into the white jade dish.

He saved more than a dozen pills and pushed them to Qin Chuan. Hearing this, he casually wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief: "About 50 years ago, European businessmen started to use forward contracts when they were large traders—— It is an agreement to buy and sell at a certain price at a certain time in the future, does Team Qin know why?"

Although Qin Chuan has never studied economics, he guessed immediately with his cleverness: "In order to protect yourself from possible price changes?"

"Yes. Although some benefits may be lost, some risks can also be offset."

Mr. Gong got up and looked down at the gamblers in the general audience, who were talking loudly or fanatically, with extremely indifferent eyes, "But there are some people who think they can control the risk, so they ask around the training records of these players and observe their offensive and defensive styles , in an attempt to analyze the outcome of the game—but all the hard work is actually just for a champagne ticket.”

Qin Chuan picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, showing a regretful smile that had nothing to do with him—it was a very humorous expression, as if the words "cooperate with your performance" were written on his face.

Mr. Gong turned around, the backlight cast a large haze on his facial features, and his deep eyes seemed to fall on Qin Chuan's face: "What's even more ridiculous is that some people use the mentality of betting casually to bet on capital related to their wealth and life."

Qin Chuan's lips curled into a smile.

In the next second, Mr. Gong walked over as if nothing had happened and sat down opposite him: "So Captain Qin must remember, never put yourself in a dead end."

Both of them had faint smiles on their faces, but the air seemed to be still for a few seconds.

Mr. Gong stared at Qin Chuan's face casually, and suddenly laughed out loud: "But the reason why I actually bought those gambling coupons is that I bought shares in this Auditorium six years ago."

The frozen atmosphere was broken, Qin Chuan opened his mouth, and breathed out soundlessly.

"Thirty percent of the gambling revenue will be paid to the Shanghai French Concession Welfare Foundation, 4000 percent will be used as stadium expenses, 2770 percent will go to the team, and [-] percent will go to the stadium. The daily commission for the stadium is at least [-] yuan, and it once set a monthly net income of [-] taels of gold." Record. No matter who wins or loses in this game, my worst result is to use the share to offset the cost, and not earn a single point."

Qin Chuan was full of sincere admiration.

A few days later, Mr. Gong took Qin Chuan to the racecourse for riding and shooting, probably with the idea of ​​holding Qin Chuan in his arms and teaching him how to ride a horse, but Qin Chuan's neat figure of stepping on the horse surprised his eyes. It also apparently shattered his dreams.

So the unnutritious horse betting and dog betting came to an end. Mr. Gong began to come to Qin Chuan to play golf if he had nothing to do. He even refused to turn on the cold wind in the house. The shape of Chuan's chest showing through his shirt when he was sweating profusely.

Every time Qin Chuan raised his head, he could look at Mr. Shanggong with inexplicably hot eyes, and felt that something was wrong.

Mr. Gong himself is very open-minded, obviously he doesn't like to sweat, but he shouts hot at every turn, and he takes off his shirt without hesitation and throws it aside.Though his body was as strong as a marble god in a foreign museum in a magazine, he was as white as a consumptive ghost-to be fair, he looked like a washed jade statue in the blinding sun. , with an almost transparent light.

Especially the jade carving always looked for opportunities to make Qin Chuan fall into his arms, or come over to compare his body temperature with Qin Chuan.

Not long after, Qin Chuan couldn't bear to stop Mr. Gong's boring exercise that unilaterally displayed male hormones and tried to conquer another man with his body and physical strength.

After a long circle, the wine and meat friends finally broke away from the vulgar tastes and sublimated into friends in literature.