The first layer of consciousness instantly became lively.
"Boss, Ata's back! Did you miss me?"
"Sister An'an, I brought you some snacks. Eat them while they're hot."
Qi An tasted a few pieces: "Hmm, not bad, it's quite delicious."
The three of them sat together eating snacks. Fu Gui happily handed over his small change and then looked at He Jia Bao outside.
"Sister An'an, is this the Chao Xiong little pervert? Tsk, look at his face, he looks so pitiful. Did you beat him up?"
"Yeah, that little bastard tried to ambush me, but I cracked his skull open and also took care of those two old bastards who spew filth."
Fu Gui slapped his thigh: "No wonder we're on the same wavelength. I also cracked open that Xue guy's skull, hehe."
Next, Qi An gave Fu Gui and Ata a brief overview of her plan, and then the tea party ended.
Fu Gui rubbed his hands together, eager to go: "Sister An'an, I'm going right now. I'll definitely screw over those two idiots."
The casino was bustling with noise and revelry, a scene of extravagance and debauchery. The faces of the gamblers, blinded by greed, were filled with desire and madness.
Here, money isn't money; it's a bargaining chip. Some people go to heaven in a second, while others go to hell in a second.
He Zhuang and his wife's lips trembled, their faces pale, as they watched helplessly as the dealer swept away the mountain of chips in the middle of the card table.
It's all over.
A few days ago, they were introduced to a casino instead of a mahjong parlor.
At first, he only gambled small amounts in low-stakes games, but his luck was so good that he won over 100,000 yuan in just a few days.
The two were overjoyed, feeling they had found a way to get rich. After discussing it, they decided to go to the high-end gaming room to make their fortune.
However, the entry barrier for high-level games is too high, and the capital they have is simply not enough.
The introducer also "thoughtfully" told them, "Although high-level games are like picking up money with a basket on your back, since you don't have enough capital, you might as well make a little money in low-level games."
The couple, who had gotten carried away, heard "although," but selectively ignored what followed "however."
They went home, stole the property certificate, mortgaged it to the casino, and got two million.
Then, full of confidence, they sat down in the chairs of the high-stakes game, where even the dealers were beauties who rivaled celebrities.
He Zhuang won the first two rounds, and the chips in front of him piled up like a small mountain. The two of them were so excited that their eyes turned red.
In the final hand, he got a good hand, pushed his hands together, and bet all the chips in front of him.
Then, he lost.
In an instant, I lost everything.
The two, looking devastated, went to the casino to borrow more money, but were refused.
"Please, lend me another million, just one million, I'm sure I can win it back."
The person in charge gave a disdainful smile: "Everyone who comes here says the same thing: 'It's for your own good, so get out of here.'"
The two were thrown out by the casino's thugs in black and walked back dejectedly.
The wind helped me clear my head a little, and thinking about the excitement and madness of the past few days, feelings of resentment and regret welled up inside me at the same time.
"Dazhuang, how about... we just forget about it and continue playing mahjong from now on?"
"But we've lost all our school district housing, what will happen to Jiabao's schooling in the future?"
He Zhuang's wife said matter-of-factly, "Isn't there He Qing? Jia Bao is in school, how could she, as his own aunt, not care?"
“That’s right. I’ll ask my parents to ask her for more money so we can make a down payment on another apartment and put it in Jiabao’s name. She can pay off the loan.”
"Okay, let's do it this way."
The two of them arranged He Qing's salary clearly in just a few words, without feeling that there was anything wrong with it.
Not far in front of them, a sweet-looking girl was on the phone, excitedly saying:
"Hey sis, I bought a house, haha. Just signed the contract, three million in cash."
"You ask me where I got so much money? Of course I borrowed it. I only make three thousand a month. Even if I worked for another five hundred years, I still couldn't afford it."
Borrowed?
How did you borrow it?
The couple listened intently.
"Hey, I borrowed it online. The interest rate is even lower than the bank's. I borrowed 2.99 million. I'll sell it when the house goes up to 4 million and make a net profit of 1 million, haha."
The two exchanged a glance and followed closely behind the girl, listening to her talk about what she would do if she had a million dollars.
Soon, the two forgot about what they had just said, "Never mind."
After the girl hung up the phone, the two pounced on her from both sides.
"Hey girl, could you tell us about that website you mentioned?"
The girl's lips curled into a wide, radiant smile: "Of course!"
Fifteen minutes later, He Zhuang received a text message notification that five million yuan had been deposited into his bank account.
The two turned around and ran wildly toward the casino.
Behind them, the girl looked at their retreating figures and shook her head: "Sister An'an is right, gambling addicts are indeed beyond saving."
The girl, Fugui, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then vanished from the spot in an instant.
Inside the casino, the manager smiled as he exchanged chips for them, his eyes full of pity and sympathy: "Good luck to you."
Tsk, it's really hard to be a good person.
When Fugui returned to Qi An's sea of consciousness, Qi An was outputting information.
"What are you two old folks standing there for? Go cook! He Jiabao, you go too."
Mother He murmured softly, "Baby is a man, how can he cook? People will laugh at him. This is a woman's job."
Qi An slapped He Jiabao across the face, but it was He Jiabao he hit.
"Men don't eat? As a man, if you can't even cook, you're a fucking piece of trash. Go learn, or you'll starve."
Mother He quickly shielded He Jiabao behind her, saying, "Why did you hit him? He didn't say anything."
Qi An took out He Jiabao's snacks, sat down, and snapped some photos:
“From now on, no matter which of you says or does something wrong, I will only hit He Jiabao. Who told me to be her aunt? If I don’t take care of her, who will? You agree, right?”
Mr. and Mrs. He had no way to express their suffering. Every time they asked He Qing for money to help He Jiabao with his affairs, they said the same thing.
You're his aunt, if you don't take care of him, who will?
He Jiabao forcibly suppressed his murderous intent.
Now he can't beat He Qing even if he fights, and He Qing is disciplining him in the name of an elder, so calling the police won't help.
I should go along with her for now, let her think that I have changed for the better, and then take action when she lowers her guard.
Living under the same roof, he was confident he wouldn't miss his chance. He would definitely capture her dying pleas for mercy and savor them slowly.
"Haha, Sister An'an, did you see that brat's eyes? Does he think he's doing a good job pretending?"
Ata, with a mature air about him, stood with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Still too green."
The two of them looked at the child's tender, delicate face and laughed until their stomachs hurt.
Ata's face flushed red: "You...you're so mean, I'm not talking to you anymore, hmph."
The child, holding a candied hawthorn, ran angrily to a corner and started drawing circles.
After cooking a meal, He Jiabao cut all five fingers on his left hand with the cleaver, and his father's hand was also burned by the splattered oil.
Two men who had never stepped into a kitchen before and whose hands had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, cooked for the first time, and it was nothing short of chaotic.
He Jiabao handed over chopsticks: "Auntie, eat."
Qi An smiled and declined, "No, your dirty blood has fallen into the food, I find it disgusting."
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