betting convention

The phone vibrated under the pillow, and Ding Bai fumbled sleepily for a long time before he found his phone.He stretched and realized that he was sleeping on Chen Zhifei's pillow.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the bed sheet next to me had long since lost its temperature, the curtains were open, and a small piece of sunlight came in through the gap.

Ding Bai sighed, he was a little tired from this dream.

Since he found Chen Zhifei last time, they had lost contact with the gambling game.He thought that he and Chen Zhifei were trapped in a gambling game, but he didn't expect that the place where Chen Zhifei was located was actually a city he had never been to in real life.

The door he swiped open for the last time did not bring him into the gambling game, but brought him to the city.

Naturally, the two of them stayed here.

Find a job, stay, life is easy and normal, the only difference is that there will always be some illusory dreams.

All that happened in the gambling game are only those fragments that are somewhat forgotten.

Chen Zhifei works in two shifts, and today is the weekend, but he had a day off yesterday, so he just had to go to work today.

The breakfast prepared by Chen Zhifei was left on the dining table, which was already a bit cold.Ding Bai didn't pay much attention, he took a piece of bread in his mouth and swiped his phone while eating.

Of course, I bought breakfast. Chen Zhifei looked like a pretty awesome guy, but his cooking could poison them both to death.

Flicking his phone in boredom, today's trending searches are a bit brilliant, the words "hot" and "boiling" occupy the entire phone page.Ding Bai's interest is not high. This situation is nothing more than that the star's house collapsed again, and by the way, there are netizens shouting whether someone is going to hold a concert again.

He put down his phone and prepared to take the opportunity to clean the house. Although the place where the two big men lived was not that messy, the clothes they changed still had to be washed.

Throwing the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and tidying up the clothes that haven't been put away for the season change, the whole morning is almost wasted.

Ding Bai lay on the floor and sighed, cleaning is more tiring than going to work, why don't we let Chen Zhifei do the cleaning next time.

While packing up seasonal clothes, he found a box in the utility room. He got it when he moved.

Just as he was about to open it to have a look, Chen Zhifei's video call came, and he hurriedly put down his things and ran to answer the call.

It was the lunch break, and Chen Zhifei was hiding in the corridor to smoke. I don't know if the pressure of real life is too great, even Chen Zhifei can't escape becoming a smoker.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Chen Zhifei said in a low voice.

"Whatever, I don't know, but I'm a bit gluttonous." Ding Bai touched his somewhat flat stomach, and the two pieces of bread in his stomach after cleaning all morning had already been consumed.

"Greedy meat? What meat? Beef? Fish?" Chen Zhifei seemed to have changed places, and his voice gradually became louder, as if he was on the rooftop.

"Beef." Ding Bai said, "The more I talk, the more greedy I get."

"That's beef." The other party said.

"You do?" Ding Bai went to the utility room and dragged the box out. With Chen Zhifei's cooking level, the beef might be too much.

"Go out and eat, I'll pick you up when I get off work at night." Chen Zhifei sighed, it's better not to mention the matter of cooking.

"Okay." Ding Bai patted the ashes on his hands, he didn't know what was in the box, he sat on the ground gasping for breath in exhaustion.

"What are you doing?" Probably hearing Ding Bai's panting voice, Chen Zhifei asked on the other end of the phone.

"I found an old box in the utility room. I don't know what's in it. It's too heavy, but I'm exhausted." Ding Bai complained, not noticing that the corner of Chen Zhifei's eyes crossed his eyes in a sly way.

"Oh~." The other party said a little deeply, and Ding Bai quickly pointed out the caution in raising his tone.

"I said, sir, what are you doing here in broad daylight?"

"Just, just take a moment." In the video, Chen Zhifei's camera was deflected, leaving only a smooth jaw line, and the eyebrows and eyes outside the camera have long been smiling.

"Hurry up and go to work, you!" Ding Bai cursed angrily.

"Okay, wait for me to get off work tonight."

"Ah."

"Love you!"

"Love you."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Bai laughed unhappily for a while, sighed and continued to pack the old box.

I don't know what's inside, it's bulging.The top of the box was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the zipper was a bit old and not smooth. After opening it with a lot of effort, the zipper head flew out directly.

I go......

"Clothes, clothes, clothes, books, waste paper..." are all useless things.

"Waste paper, waste paper, waste... passbook?"

Ding Bai dug out a crimson passbook in a pile of waste paper.

Ding Bai hasn't seen a passbook for at least ten years, and Ding Bai remembers that he has never had a passbook.This thing must be from his father's generation, right?

Could it be left by his father who had been dead for several years?

With doubts, Ding Bai opened the passbook in his hand, but the name of the account holder was not his father's, nor his own.

A strange name was written on it: Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong?Why is this name somehow familiar?Who is it?

Ding Bai thought for a long time but didn't remember who this Wen Zhong was, and there was no one named Wen Zhong in his memory.

As he continued to scroll down, Ding Bai's puzzled face gradually changed. The numbers on the passbook made his eyes widen, and he couldn't help but think two words.

What the hell!

Countless shits appeared in Ding Bai's mind, he was shocked for a long time before he came back to his senses, and began to search for the pile of waste paper that he called waste paper just now.

It's impossible for someone to really put a pile of waste paper in this suitcase with a passbook that won't be used for the rest of his life, right? !

After rummaging through the pile of waste paper, Ding Bai sat in a daze all afternoon.

Until Chen Zhifei came home from get off work and saw Ding Bai who was stunned on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Almost instantly, Chen Zhifei noticed something was wrong, his eyes fell on a pile of papers on the coffee table, on which was a passbook.

The moment he asked, Ding Bai, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up at him: "Do you remember what you called me when you first met me in the game?"

"Ah?" Chen Zhifei was a little confused by his question. Is this a fatal little question and answer between couples?

To be honest, at least five years have passed since he first met Ding Bai in the gambling game, five years!The first image is long gone.

Besides, Chen Zhifei didn't have much interest in the person in front of him at the time.

Chen Zhifei froze for a while, not knowing how to answer this question.

"Forget it, you may not remember." Ding Bai retracted his gaze and muttered, "I don't even remember myself."

Chen Zhifei walked up to Ding Bai and sat down, and skillfully pulled him into his arms, stroking the top of Ding Bai's hair with his chin: "This is what you found in the old box in the utility room? A passbook, a pile of waste Paper, is there a problem?"

Ding Bai struggled and crawled out of Chen Zhifei's arms. He sat in front of Chen Zhifei, looked directly at Chen Zhifei and said word by word: "If I say that the money in this passbook is all for me, do you believe me?" ?"

"Your family left?" Chen Zhifei asked.

"No, forget it, you should read it yourself." Ding Bai pointed to the passbook on the table.

Chen Zhifei reached out to take the passbook, raised his eyebrows after seeing the numbers on the back: "So, you are actually a rich second generation?"

That pile of waste paper was not all waste paper, after Ding Bai sorted it out, he found that this pile of waste paper was actually two contracts.The signer of the first contract was the man named Wen Zhong, but in the second transfer contract, Party B was Ding Bai himself.

The content of the contract roughly means that Ding Bai replaces Wen Zhong to complete a certain project, and after the project is completed, the passbook with Wen Zhong written on it will become Ding Bai's.

And this task is - gambling.

"I don't remember signing such a contract, and I don't know this Wen Zhong." Ding Bai said, "But the words on the contract were indeed written by me, and I pressed the fingerprints."

"So after a long time, I entered the gambling game like this."

Regarding the gambling game, Chen Zhifei said a long time ago that most of the people who can enter the gambling game voluntarily sign the gambling agreement, and how these people are selected is indeed an unsolved mystery.

But many of them have used some means to transfer their identities to another person in order to escape the gambling.

Perhaps this is how Ding Bai entered the game.

However, there are still many doubts about this passbook. Whether it really belongs to Ding Bai as stated in the contract still needs to be confirmed.

But this feeling of being stunned by money is a bit inexplicable... very cool.

"It doesn't matter, let's eat!" Ding Bai stood up, and made an appointment to eat beef at noon, and there was still time.

"Your treat?" Chen Zhifei followed closely behind.

"Yes, you can just pay the bill." Ding Bai said.

"..." Chen Zhifei was speechless, he chased up and bit Ding Bai on the shoulder, "Charge some interest."

Ding Bai: "..." When did this person become like this?

On an inconspicuous morning, Ding Bai felt a little sick from the hangover. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom in a daze. When he passed the mirror, he found a spot of red on his face.

He reached out and touched it, and found that there was another red streak on his face.

After taking a closer look, he found some red marks on the thumb of his right hand. Without thinking too much, he continued to go to work, but on a normal night, there was an extra door at home.

He entered the door curiously and saw a handsome young man who asked him, "Zhuangjia Wenzhong?"

"Huh?" Ding Bai was at a loss.

The other party asked again expressionlessly: "Name?"

"Ding Bai." Ding Bai said.

The other party tapped on the left ear, and nothing strange could be seen from the facial expression.After waiting for a while, Ding Bai heard the other party continue to say: "Ding Bai, dealer, welcome to participate in this game. I am the croupier of this game."

"This gamble is the first gamble of an ordinary banker. The number of participants in this gamble is 12. All bankers need to obtain an extra golden flower card in the game within the specified time. The banker who has not received a golden flower card after the time limit gambles It will be automatically judged as a loser. The dealer who won the golden flower card needs to find the exit before the gambling space dissipates, and the dealer who fails to find the exit will automatically be judged as the loser of the game."

"Huh?" Ding Bai was at a loss.

"In the game of gambling, please consciously abide by the rules of the game. Violators will receive a yellow card warning. Violators will be sent off with a red card again. The game will automatically determine that the banker sent off with a red card is a loser."

"This gamble is a life-and-death gamble. If you decide to leave, you will not regret it."

"Wait! What do you mean?" Ding Bai was a little anxious.

"Banker Ding Bai, I wish you a lot of money!" The other party said expressionlessly, and then disappeared.

"Fuck? What do you mean?"

"What about people?"

"anyone there?!"