After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

No. 14 days when I want to divorce.

Chu Guannan looked down at An Rao coldly, his eyes darkened.

"There is some money in it, use it to pay off your father's debt."

After a while, he whispered again: "The password is your birthday."

An Rao froze for a moment, sat up slowly, looked at the bank card in his hand, and then at Chu Guannan.

Giving him a card to make him pay back the money is not the point, the point is that the password of this card is his birthday.

Chu Guannan didn't say anything else, he strode out of the living room and turned into the kitchen.

An Rao downloaded an app of the bank, and after entering the card, looked at the password field and fell into deep thought.

Is it your own birthday or the original owner's birthday?

But he didn't know when the original owner's birthday was, so he entered his own birthday with the mentality of giving it a try——

The APP has entered the personal homepage.

Balance: 2000, 0000 yuan;

Name of account holder: Chu Guannan;

Account opening date: 2022.8.04;

It was the new account opened the day Chu Guannan took him to buy clothes.

An Rao's hands trembled slightly. Although his father is a small rich man, the money at his disposal is only about [-]. He has never seen so much money.

With this money, he can get rid of the original owner's vampire father, ignore all the taunts and insults from black fans, and don't have to continue to pretend to be good in front of Chu Guannan. He can freely find his own dreams and travel around the world. In the world, you can buy a RV and travel all over the world.

but……

An Rao clenched the bank card in his hand, frowning.

After a long while, he raised his head and shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "You just give me 2000 million yuan for making so much money every year? Just forget about killing you, I don't care."

After speaking, he slapped the bank card on the coffee table, put on a baseball cap and went out.

An Rao came to a gazebo in the park, found out the text messages from those unfamiliar numbers, and dialed the numbers.

The other party seemed to be standing by the phone all the time, and was quickly picked up after only one ring.

"Really, you finally called me." The other party's voice was old and hoarse, but he couldn't hide the joy in his tone.

An Rao was not in the mood to reminisce about the old days with him, originally he was just a stranger to him, whom he had never met.

An Rao cut to the chase: "Where are you, come out and meet me."

The other party asked cautiously: "You don't have any creditors around you, do you?"

An Rao took a deep breath: "No, I'll wait for you at the Navy Park in the city center."

As the night darkened, a thin figure appeared at the gate of the park, hunched over and looking around.

An Rao waited for more than an hour, until it was dark before he dared to show up, it seems that he was really frightened by the creditor.

"Rao Rao, long time no see." The figure's tone was full of excitement.

An Rao looked up at him.

An ordinary middle-aged and elderly man, wearing a dirty coat with the logo of a certain factory on it, wearing a pair of worn-out sneakers, the knees of his trousers have been worn white, his thin cheeks are full of vicissitudes, like Scavengers on the street.

He carefully sat down beside An Rao, his eyes still fixed on An Rao's face.

"Forgive me, Dad misses you very much." The man couldn't help reaching out to hug his son, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he slowly retracted.

Seeing that An Rao remained silent, the man sighed and smiled wryly: "Father knows that I am sorry for you, and caused you and me to suffer, so many people scolded you on the Internet."

An Rao didn't really want to hear this kind of talk. If he knew it was like this, why did he do it in the first place? The most unforgivable thing in the world is to commit a crime knowingly.

"You know you're sorry for me, but you still want to gamble." An Rao sneered, his gaze resting on the delicate lotus in the pond.

The man lowered his head hastily and said sorry several times.

An Rao stretched out his hand: "Give me all your IOUs."

The man was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Forget it, forgive me, Dad has also figured it out. It is only natural to pay off debts, so you don't have to worry about this matter. It's a big deal, I will give them this life."

"What's the use of them wanting your life? Give me the IOU, everything."

The man swallowed, and after a long time, tremblingly, he took out a thick stack of IOUs from his pocket and handed them over.

An Rao took the IOUs and counted them. There were twelve in total, adding up to 350 million.

He frowned: "No more?"

"No more." The man was always cautious when speaking, not daring to look up at his son's expression.

"Didn't it mean a total of 200 million?"

"The principal is 350 million, and the interest...850 million." The man murmured.

An Rao couldn't help gasping for air, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The interest rate is [-]%, which is [-]% higher than that of the bank. Is the person who signed this kind of loan an idiot?

"I hope this is the last time. Think about how much your family has suffered for you." An Rao collected the IOU, got up and left the park.

In the night, the embarrassed man watched his son's leaving back for a long time, and suddenly covered his face with his hands, his body trembling uncontrollably.

When I got home, the aroma of the food filled the house.

An Rao took off his hat and walked to the dining table to take a look. There were four dishes, one soup, and a glass of freshly squeezed pear juice.

He sat at the dining table, silently ate the food bite by bite, and then found out the stack of IOUs and observed them carefully one by one.

He found that all the lenders were from a nightclub named Kim Chul-hye.

An Rao went to the Internet to check this nightclub. The "Shuangmu Group" behind it is a venture capital company. , the main entertainment industry.

To open an entertainment company in Myanmar, apart from the local gaming industry that is not restricted by law, An Rao can’t think of any other entertainment industry that can shine in a country like Myanmar.

In the past two years, Shuangmu Group has invested in many movies, TV series, galleries, etc.

But the one with the most investment is Jin Zhehui nightclub.This nightclub is very famous in the celebrity circle, with high consumption and high standards. Whether it is an [-]th line idol or a top superstar, almost everyone sets foot here.

An Rao casually rubbed his fingers. After a long time, he found the phone number of this nightclub from the Internet and made an appointment for a private room.

He went to the bedroom on the second floor, and saw that Chu Guannan had already fallen asleep, and the bank card that he put on the coffee table came to his computer at this moment.

Looking at the bank card for a long time, An Rao picked up the card and gently kissed the face of the card: "Borrow it and return it to you immediately."

He put on a hat and mask and took a taxi to Kim Cheol Hye.

This nightclub is very hidden. You have to enter from the underground parking lot first. After seeing a small elevator door, go down to the second floor to see Jin Zhehui's gate.

Upon entering the door, a row of scantily clad bunny girls stood neatly in a row, bowing in unison:

"Good evening guests, welcome to the habitat of angels, Jin Zhehui welcomes you——"

An Rao lowered the brim of his hat and said in a low voice, "I've reserved a private room."

Immediately, a man in a suit came up to him, he led An Rao to the private room, and looked at him quietly from time to time:

"Your face is very familiar, have you been to our house before?"

An Rao didn't make a sound.

"You're an artist, right? Your temperament is different from ordinary people. Our house often has entertainers come to play." The man in the suit continued to chatter.

An Rao remained silent.

"Guest, what do you want to play tonight? If it's singing, we have many accompanying singers to accompany you. You can bring someone you like to spend a good night with you."

An Rao finally interrupted him, and said with a low laugh: "If I want to sing, I can't go to any KTV."

The man in the suit was stunned, and then smiled knowingly: "Understood, the guest will follow me."

The man in the suit led An Rao into a small room, and then he pressed the switch, and the murals in the room instantly opened to both sides.

Behind it is a dark and narrow corridor, with a maroon cloth door embedded in the corridor, and two tall and burly men are standing at the door.

Several people whispered to each other, nodded, and raised their hands to push open the fabric door:

"This way, please."

As soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of smoke hit the face, even through the mask, it was very choking.

An Rao squeezed the mask and lowered the brim of the hat.

His fingers quietly touched the phone and pressed the "Share" button.

It's just another world inside the door.

Amidst the smog, a group of one hundred and ten people gathered together. Several tables of different shapes were placed in different positions. The middle one was a large round table. Four men each occupied a position, and poker cards were placed in front of them. and chips of various colors.

Sure enough, she guessed right, Jin Zhehui used the name of a nightclub, but she was actually working in an underground casino.

The man in the suit just followed up respectfully: "Guest, what do you want to play, Mahjong Pai Gow or Stud."

An Rao whispered: "Mahjong."

The man in the suit immediately bowed his head and whispered something to the waiter next to him. The waiter nodded, took a look at An Rao and left the scene.

An Rao followed the man in the suit to the mahjong table and sat down. Immediately afterwards, three men in different clothes also sat down.

The man in the suit bowed and said with a smile: "First of all, I want to explain the rules. Before the start, everyone must hand in all electronic equipment and no photos are allowed. Second, violent damage to the facilities on the site is not allowed. Finally, our casino requires 20 chips. One hand, the dealer doubles, if you understand the rules, please sign this guarantee first."

Four pieces of paper were placed in front of the four of them, and the other three wrote without thinking. Only An Rao, after a little hesitation, signed his name.

An Rao took out his mobile phone, smiled meaningfully after a while, and then handed the mobile phone to the man in the suit.

After changing the chips, in the first hand, the man on the opposite side was the banker. He seemed to be very lucky, and in the first hand, he made a fool of himself. According to the regulations, one of the remaining three people needed to give him 40 yuan.

Following the sound of the mahjong machine shuffling the cards, An Rao placed his hand on the table, feeling the vibration under the table.

This time it is An Rao's turn to be the banker. Similarly, if he wins, someone else needs to give him 40 yuan, and if he loses, everyone else needs to give someone else 40 yuan.

An Rao has never played mahjong, but he knows the mahjong winning formula and some basic rules. Even though he is very new to mahjong, he can see that the set of cards in his hand is so bad that both people and gods are angry, and there is almost no win situation.

But he didn't play step by step. He dismantled a few sets of cards that seemed to be coherent. In the end, he really turned the tide. Then he can win cards as long as he is given nine or six of a kind.

He glanced at the cards that had already been played on the table, and roughly calculated what suit the other three would play.

He now has an extra yaoji in his hand, and his next home is a cannon, the opposite is a word, and his upper home is also a cannon. That is to say, as long as he shoots the yaoji in his hand, he will never fire a cannon.

Without thinking, he slapped the chicken on the table.

"Nonsense!" The three people on the opposite side said in unison.

With one shot and three shots, everyone is crazy?Just kidding?

An Rao glanced at their cards and found that they were all fools.

In other words, his output is 120 million.

His eyes flicked among everyone's fallen cards, and finally fell on the pile of cards that had been played in the center of the table.

The man on the opposite side has three nines in his cards, there is also a nines on the table that was played out, and there is another nines in his own card.

Does a mahjong set have five nines?

Moreover, don't put the bar, I'm afraid it's not the nine barrels that will be added later.

An Rao sneered, and quietly pressed down the nine barrels in his own card.

"Give me money!" The three people on the opposite side shouted impatiently, smiling like peonies.

An Rao held the little chip left in his hand, his face darkened.

The man in the suit looked at An Rao very embarrassed and didn't move for a long time. He expected that he must have no money, so he leaned over with a smile and whispered in his ear:

"Guest, if you don't have enough funds right now, we have staff in charge of loans, do you want me to call over for you?"

An Rao nodded: "Call it."

The loan officer handed over a letter of guarantee, which clearly stated that the interest of 30.00% of the principal would be charged, which would increase by multiples over one year.

30.00% interest does not sound like a lot at first glance. For example, if you pay [-] yuan, you will pay [-] yuan in interest, but the trap lies in the latter item "multiplied over a year".

In other words, from the second year onwards, 60.00% interest will be calculated, and 90.00% from the third year, good guy, there are really fools who will sign.

An Rao thought of the ragged man.

The man in the suit saw that An Rao hadn't written for a long time, so he seduced him with his tongue: "Guest, I think you are a celebrity. It's not fast for a celebrity to get money. A few million is just a drop in the bucket for you."

An Rao smiled, picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen just landed on the paper——

There was a "bang" from the door behind him.

"Go, go! The police are coming!" A waiter stumbled and ran in, and a slippery kneeling wiped the floor tiles into the crowd.

When the people present heard that they didn't want the money, they hurriedly stood up and rushed out of the casino screaming like a swarm.

The man in the suit ran around in a panic, and finally his eyes fell on the window sill.

He jumped onto the window sill and pulled down the curtains, and hurriedly covered the gaming table.

But it was too late.

A group of policemen broke into the door and shouted at the gamblers who hadn't had time to escape: "Don't move! Put your hands on your head and squat in the corner!"

Trembling, the man in the suit crouched in a corner with his head in his arms, cursing inwardly that it was some bitch who called the police.

An Rao smiled. In the chaos, he found his mobile phone and turned it on. On the screen was the location sharing initiated an hour ago.