These eight teams are responsible for their own tasks and getting the whole thing going.
Right now, there's only one "Phoenix General," the gatekeeper. A proper Qianmen (a type of martial arts sect) would have set up this place like a military sentry post, extremely cunning. You could say that if anyone from above came, they'd know before they even reached the alley entrance. But here, there's only "Brother Yan," and not even a hidden sentry.
Once inside, I saw that some people had already started playing.
This room has obviously been renovated. It looks like the main house in the yard. I don't know how it was messed up. The whole room is about fifty or sixty square meters. There are seven or eight tables. There are people at each table. Some are playing cards, some are playing mahjong, and most of them are playing dice. They are all wearing motorcycle factory work clothes.
When the group saw Lü Yingcai come in, they greeted him cheerfully.
"You're here, Yingcai! What are we playing today? Dice? Or mahjong?"
"You guys have fun, I've brought my friends over to take a look."
"How do you play these games?" Li Laoshi looked at the smoky room and simply took out a cigarette, lit it, and offered one to the two people next to him. In the past, he really wouldn't have been willing to do this. But now, with money, he had a lot more confidence.
Lu Yingcai enthusiastically explained to Li Laoshi how to play the game.
Li Laoshi nodded as he began placing bets, mimicking Lü Yingcai's actions.
Zuo Yan didn't move, just watched from the side. Lü Yingcai ignored him and started playing with Li Laoshi on his own.
Many people know that gambling is bad, and a considerable number of people believe that gambling in moderation is harmless. In fact, there is no such thing as harmlessness when it comes to gambling. Once you leave the table, you can get up whenever you want, but that's no longer up to you.
The word "up" applies to any human being.
Once you get carried away, all notions of ethics, morality, right and wrong will be shattered by one excuse after another (please, everyone, don't try this...).
Inside the casino, Zuo Yan made a round of inspections, seemingly studying the rules, but actually looking for someone.
In the middle of the casino, two rather peculiar people immediately caught his attention. Both were wearing masks; one sat in the center as the dealer, while the other stood quietly behind him, holding no tools.
Zuo Yan glanced at it and knew immediately.
These two should be the "General" and the "Fire General".
It was rare to see the "General" and "Fire General" personally take to the field, which made him even more certain that this combination must have been put together temporarily.
The casino was very noisy.
Zuo Yan also started placing bets from time to time. He didn't have much money in his pocket, only about ten yuan, and not even the big black ten, but one-yuan bets. He had already seen the big black ten on the gambling table, which meant he was already hooked.
He quickly identified two other people: one who kept encouraging others to bet, even getting more excited than the other person when they won; and an old man who, seeing others winning big, would try to persuade them to stop, and the two would occasionally argue.
Looking at Zuo Yan gives me a headache.
What kind of greenhorn is this? Proper gambling techniques aren't that simple. Those people are masters of manipulating people's minds. They shouldn't have fallen to such a state.
Zuo Yan watched silently, and just like that, they played until the sun set.
While Lü Yingcai was still playing, Li Laoshi and Zuo Yan came out first.
Li Laoshi's face was flushed. He looked at Zuo Yan and said, "I won this much today."
He held up five fingers and flipped them back and forth.
Five yuan?
"Hey! A hundred yuan!" Li Laoshi exclaimed excitedly.
"Don't get carried away, old man. Maybe they're setting you up."
"I know, I know," Li Laoshi waved his hand impatiently. "Oh right, I still have to deliver something."
Someone inside had already told him this, and he felt that he had the ability to judge.
Zuo Yan shook his head as he watched Li Laoshi leave.
It seems my plan was in vain. Given the behavior of this group, they're unlikely to even go to his house to investigate him.
Traditional gambling dens are not as simple as those here. Every gambler who enters their territory is investigated. First, they need to confirm how much money you have and how much they intend to bet on you. Second, they need to confirm if you have any valuables at home. Finally, they need to confirm if you have any connections with the police. Are you an undercover agent trying to lure them in?
The second and third points can be resolved with just one method.
After making money off you, she'll secretly tell your family that you're gambling. If your family knows you're gambling, they'll make a scene, and that will become the talk of the neighborhood. While gathering information, she can also find out about your family's financial situation. If your family doesn't make a scene after you tell them you're gambling, then it means you have a problem.
You have a serious problem. You might actually be an undercover agent.
Therefore, Zuo Yan went home to give some instructions, and as a result, Feng was left alone to guard the gate.
Zuo Yan didn't even want to pay attention to this extremely low-class approach.
He was also looking forward to a battle of wits and courage.
No matter how much he hoped, Wang Shouren simply washed his hands of the matter, telling Director Wu what was going on and leaving the rest to him to worry about.
His task for the day was simply to go to the bank and get the bank staff to cooperate in withdrawing the money; that was all.
For a depositor like him, the bank manager would have to personally come out and question him when he went to the bank.
After dealing with the annoying bank manager and being taken to the factory by a squad of police, his job was considered done. He packed up, hopped on his beloved little motorcycle, and headed home.
This year, they plan to spend their time in a traditional courtyard house.
The third uncle is still the same as always, already practicing calligraphy in the yard.
Seeing Wang Shouren return, he looked up at the sky and said, "What's wrong? You're such a busy man, back so early? I heard you threw a tantrum at the factory yesterday?"
"Hey, those are minor issues," Wang Shouren waved his hand dismissively.
"It's good that you're alright. I've lived for so many years, what haven't I seen? Some people, you can't teach them by talking. You can't teach them by being taught by others, you can only teach them by experiencing things. Don't worry too much." The old man said, writing some characters while asking without looking up, "What's up, want a couplet?"
"Oh, you've already written it down. Isn't it supposed to be posted on the 28th or 29th?"
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