The God of the Father and the Hero is Broken [Transmigration Book]

The old houses that have been in disrepair are located on both sides of the street. Although they are in the center of the city, because the land price is too high, no real estate agent has been able to take it for a long time. A multi-millionaire, but in fact there are only three melons and two dates in his pocket.

A lottery shop opened here, and there were not many customers, so the boss moved a small Maza to sit at the door, and there was a small foldable table in front of him, drinking tea while cracking melon seeds.

"Brother!" The boss's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand to greet the man who came over.

Although this "brother" only buys two yuan lottery tickets every time he comes to buy tickets, the accumulation of small things adds up, and he comes every day, and has given him money for nearly eight years in a row, rain or shine.

It is close to 6000 yuan, not to mention that he can also buy scratch-offs, but he is so unlucky that he has only scratched out five yuan for so many years.

For such a client who keeps sending money and has never had good luck, the boss who is not enthusiastic about him feels sorry for his conscience.

Lang Hua's complexion was not very good, he said cursingly: "It's been unlucky for the past two days, it's still the same."

The boss stood up and welcomed Lang Hua in: "It's still the same number?"

Lang Hua nodded.

While entering the number into the computer, the boss said, "What's wrong with you? I don't know how lucky. My son is in a prestigious school, unlike my girl. I don't care about poor grades. Recently, I have been arguing that I want to study abroad."

That's what he said, but the boss squinted his eyes when he said it, obviously he didn't think there was anything wrong with his girl.

Lang Hua snorted coldly: "I'm getting old, I don't want to accept it anymore!"

The boss is also very contemptuous of Lang Hua's behavior. A big man, before he is too old to work, asks for money from children who have not yet graduated from work. It really discredits the male group, but he still has to smile and say: " Children, the rebellious period is normal."

"By the way, bro, there is a newly released scratch card." The boss took out a scratch card from the counter, and he said mysteriously, "I told you because you are an old customer. This scratch card has just been released, and the bonus pool is huge." Very well, the grand prize is not only 100 million but also a plane ticket."

Lang Hua had never seen such a lavish scratch-off, he asked, "How much is it?"

Boss: "Fifty."

Lang Hua hissed in pain: "Here's one."

The boss smiled and handed over the Scratch, and put 50 yuan into the cabinet.

This scratch-off was delivered by a man this morning, and he was asked to hand it over to Lang Hua by name, and he would get 50 after it was done.

If 50 is not enough for him to betray his "old client", then [-] is definitely enough.

This money is enough for his daughter to study abroad. European countries are too expensive, but Korea and Japan are enough. Anyway, it’s just to get a diploma. It’s the same everywhere. Anyway, his daughter only wants that diploma.

The boss' conscience suddenly surfaced at this moment, and he persuaded in a low voice: "After all, this is just out, I think it may not be safe, or I will change it for you?"

Originally, Lang Hua had nothing to do with this scratch-off, but after hearing what the boss said, he felt that this scratch-off must have a high winning rate.

"It's sold and you want to take it back?!" Lang Hua spat, "Profitable businessman! Black-hearted thing!"

The boss was sprayed with saliva, and the last point of conscience disappeared instantly. He snorted coldly and sat on the chair behind the counter, feeling that Lang Hua was not wronged to be punished.

Lang Hua couldn't wait to use his nails to scratch the scratch-off music. He compared the prize pool and stared at the scratched numbers with red eyes.

It wasn't until the last number was scratched out that Lang Hua blushed and yelled.

He was holding the scratch card, and his excited appearance was probably no different from Fan Jinzhongju, the only difference was probably that he didn't pass out.

"I've won!" Lang Hua held the scratch card tightly, and then propped his hands on the counter, staring at the boss with red eyes, "I want to redeem the prize! Redeem the prize for me!"

The boss was taken aback by his appearance.

But he quickly followed the man's instructions and said: "There are 100 million and a ticket. If you don't want the ticket, you can exchange it for the equivalent money."

Lang Hua's brain was dizzy: "Then exchange it... no, where is the ticket?"

The boss yawned: "You can go to Macau or Las Vegas."

Both places have casinos!

It was almost like dozing off and someone brought a pillow.

Lang Hua hadn't won a lottery for so many years, but suddenly he won the lottery, and his whole body was dazzled. He suddenly grabbed the boss by the collar, like a vicious bandit: "Go to Las Vegas!"

Although Macau is good, Las Vegas is the Holy Land for gamblers!

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know English, he can find a local Chinese to act as an interpreter for him!

He can kill all directions in Las Vegas, and 100 million will soon become 1000 million, [-] million!

One day he will return home in full glory, and those who once looked down on him will look up at him.

"Leave a card number." The boss took back the scratch pad. "After paying the tax, it will be called to your account, and the air ticket will also be sent to you. Do you have a passport?"

Lang Hua triumphantly said, "Of course."

Then Lang Hua stayed in the lottery shop.

He told the boss that he would not leave here if the money had not arrived, and he was afraid that the boss would swallow his money.

The boss was speechless, and it was useless to persuade him, so he could only let Lang Hua stay, hoping that the money would arrive soon.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the money finally arrived.

The same city flash delivery also sent a plane ticket - bought in the name of Lang Hua.

Lang Hua looked at the bank card balance displayed on his mobile phone, feeling dizzy, as if drunk.

The boss watched him stand up immediately and made a call with his mobile phone.

"Is there a party tonight?" Lang Hua lit a cigarette, "How much?"

"Only ten yuan? Twenty! Is there a place for twenty!"

Then Lang Hua strode out, ready to fight at the poker table.

The boss looked at Lang Hua's back, but he couldn't feel any sympathy for this person. This person lost his family and dignity because of gambling, but he never repented. His chance, but Lang Hua gave up.

Gambling has become the source of his life, the light of his soul, he can do without anything, but he must gamble.

The boss sighed for a few seconds, and a text message sound came from his mobile phone.

50 million has arrived.

·

"He got on the plane?" Jian Yao lay in Huo Yan's arms.

They are currently nestling on the sofa watching a movie, and there are cola and popcorn on the coffee table in front of them, as well as a lot of snacks.

The weather was getting colder, but Jian Yao didn't turn on the air conditioner. He liked the temperature of Huo Yan's body more than the air conditioner.

Huo Yan put down his phone, he nodded: "I guess we should be there in two hours."

It was Jian Yao's idea to remind Lang Hua that he could redeem the air ticket. It was not because Jian Yao suddenly showed kindness and realized his mistake, but because he didn't want his conscience to be condemned.

Strictly speaking, he just gave Lang Hua a sum of money for Lang Qing's sake.

As for what Lang Hua would do with the money, that was another matter.

Huo Yan rubbed Jian Yao's hair, and coaxed softly: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jian Yao denied it: "No."

After denying it, Jian Yao stretched out his arms, grabbed a handful from the popcorn bucket, and stuffed it into Huo Yan's mouth.

Huo Yan opened his mouth to eat it to save face.

The sweet smell of popcorn is in the air.

"By the way, have you finished dealing with your company's affairs?" Jian Yao seldom mentioned these matters, but Lang Hua has already resolved them, and now this is the only thing he can care about.

Huo Yan looked at Jian Yao tenderly: "Not yet, but soon."

Jian Yao lay on Huo Yan's body, he yawned, he didn't want to watch the movie, buried his head on Huo Yan's chest, and said not very energetically: "I want to sleep for a while, so I can eat at home tonight."

Before Huo Yan could speak, Jian Yao suddenly said, "One day we will tell our family."

Jian Yao has thought about it, he can't be an underground lover with Huo Yan all the time, although it sounds very exciting.

But this is unfair to Huo Yan, and it is also unfair to this relationship.

Jian Yao closed his eyes and touched Huo Yan's earlobe. Huo Yan's earlobe was very thin and felt cool to the touch. What Jian Yao likes to do most now is to touch Huo Yan's abdominal muscles or earlobe while watching TV together.

But touching the abdominal muscles is risky, touching the earlobe is safe, so most of the time I touch the earlobe.

"My mother will definitely be very angry." Jian Yao said softly, "But she will not beat you."

"Maybe they'll beat me up pretty hard."

Jian Yao: "But she will agree in the end."

Jian Yao is very sure about this.

The reason for giving him confidence is that Jian Anzhi loves him, loves him very much.

So even though she would get angry, feel sad, and wish to stuff Jian Yao back into her stomach to be born again, she would still compromise in the end.

"Let me go and talk." Huo Yan said, "I can kneel in front of her."

Jian Yao was speechless for two seconds: "It's useless even if you perform a handstand and kneel down for her, it will only make her angrier."

Because that would make Jian Anzhi feel that Huo Yan took her son away by scheming.

"I have to say it." Jian Yao said seriously, "My mother cares about my feelings."

Jian Anzhi will only agree if he behaves like Huo Yan.

Jian Anzhi treats Huo Yan very well, but she doesn't treat Huo Yan as her son. She doesn't care who Huo Yan loves or not.

She only cares about who Jian Yao loves.

Huo Yan: "Then I will go with you."

No matter what, he would never let Jian Yao face it alone.

Jian Yao patted Huo Yan's waist: "Don't add fuel to the fire."

"You have to have confidence in me." Jian Yao still closed his eyes, "I'm an adult and a man, and I have to be responsible for what I do, and I'm also responsible for you."

Huo Yan was silent for a while.

Jian Yao: "Why aren't you talking?"

Huo Yan lowered his head slightly, and kissed Jian Yao's forehead, almost devoutly.

He was used to protecting Jian Yao, but he didn't expect Jian Yao to want to protect him too.