Touching the wound on his little finger, Zhang Mingyu really resisted the urge to gamble. It was easy for a strong young man like him to find a job, and he found a part-time job as a porter.

But can the spoiled Zhang Mingyu get used to the hard work?

Carrying things is tiring and restrictive, and you have to be ordered around all the time.

After a few days, he rubbed his sore and weak shoulders with a bitter look on his face.

At this time, the casino's henchmen came to shout again. Thinking of the extravagant life in the casino, Zhang Mingyu became shaken.

He felt his pocket. It was true that odd jobs were paid daily, but the money was little, and he had to eat and drink every day, so the amount only increased a little bit each day.

The casino clerk, observing his expression, said, "Brother, what are you doing doing odd jobs for? Those few dollars and a few cents, are they worthy of your status?"

In a casino, a few dollars and a few cents are not enough to qualify for a seat at the table, and Zhang Mingyu also looked down on this salary.

60 cents a day, 18 yuan a month, is already a top salary. Ordinary formal workers earn a little more than this.

However, this kind of hard labor is not something that ordinary people can handle. Many strong laborers have no choice but to choose to move goods to support their families.

Zhang Mingyu was full of enthusiasm to make progress, but found that he could not endure hardship at all.

Just at this time, someone from the casino came to seduce him, and a few words aroused all of Zhang Mingyu's addiction. It was an indescribable feeling that made people want to live and die.

Once you get addicted to gambling and get used to spending money like water, it will be difficult to return to normal work after winning a few hundred or dozens of dollars.

Seeing that he was shaken by just a few words, the casino staff knew what was going on and smiled. They stopped forcing him and tried to persuade him to change his ways:

"But it's true, bro, you're a tough guy. You should work hard. We're not the same as cowards. We can only play cards to kill time."

He left without any regrets after he finished speaking.

The fish you want to catch has already taken the bait. At this time, you must not pull it hard. Instead, letting the line out is the best way.

Letting go this time is for a deeper release of desire next time.

Zhang Mingyu lay on the bed with his arms as a pillow, staring at the ceiling for a long time and unable to fall asleep. In the middle of the night when no one was around, in the silence around him, he seemed to hear the sound of dice colliding again.

Betting big or small, holding a huge amount of chips in arms, ecstatic faces, a distorted atmosphere...

He turned over irritably and stared at the curtains swaying in the breeze on the window, his eyes as if staring at prey.

His sore arms trembled slightly, and Zhang Mingyu narrowed his eyes, remembering the last round he won.

With a capital of more than 700 yuan, he made a decisive bet and doubled it to 1,400 yuan!

I had already lost most of my money, but I actually won this time. The fourteen thousand was one hundred more than the mortgage value of the house I got back from my sister-in-law's family!

All the gamblers in the venue envied him with red eyes. Among the large group of people, Zhang Mingyu was one of the few who bet big and won so much in one go. It was amazing.

In order to keep Zhang Mingyu from gambling, the casino even arranged some pretty girls, but unfortunately he was so sleepy that he went straight home.

Completely ignoring the beautiful woman's seductive eyes.

Zhang Mingyu licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

He suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up, took out five hundred yuan from under the bed, hurriedly put on his clothes and went out.

Just bet on these to win!

If you lose, just accept your fate and go home, and never touch this thing again!

When the people in the casino saw someone coming late at night, they recognized his face and immediately let him in. They turned around and rewarded the henchmen who went to persuade Zhang Mingyu. The big fat sheep had arrived.

Five hundred dollars may sound like a lot, but it won't even make a splash in a casino.

Before dawn, Zhang Mingyu had lost all the money he brought with him, leaving his pockets empty.

He gasped and stared at the dice cup for the last roll, imagining in his mind that the dice would jump and become the number he wanted so that he could kill everyone.

But those are all illusions, and it is impossible to win back the lost money.

When the people in the casino saw that he had no money, their attitude changed 180 degrees. They forcefully pried open four of his fingers and dragged him away from the table to make room for others.

The action of asking people to leave the casino was cold and ruthless, just like that of a mean and scumbag.

Zhang Mingyu walked back home in a daze. He had forgotten his original idea of ​​quitting gambling if he lost. All he could think about was the scene of the dice cup being opened.

Everyone stared at the hand that opened the dice cup like wolves and tigers, their heartbeats as loud and powerful as drums.

The moment you see the numbers on the dice clearly, some people are happy and some are sad.

Some people even didn't dare to look at the opened dice and chose to cover their eyes. Only after hearing the news from the shouts of people around them did they dare to open their eyes and face reality.

Faces, some sad, some happy, flashed through Zhang Mingyu's mind. All the hesitation on his face faded away, leaving only determination.

He walked faster and faster, and the first thing he did when he entered the house was to search under the bed, even the bills he had earned in the past few days.

Zhang Mingyu looked at the huge amount of money, sorted it out one by one, and walked towards the casino in the dim morning light without hesitation.

Just one more bet and he'll stop!

Thinking of this, Zhang Mingyu held all his wealth in his pocket tightly, fearing that it would be lost. With a look of longing on his face, he even forgot the pain of his broken finger.

The road that seemed short in the past now felt very long to Zhang Mingyu. Why hasn’t he arrived yet?

But on the way to gamble, even the wind was slightly sweet.

He stood in front of the casino, stroking a bag of hope, and walked into the casino door with a menacing look.