Zhuang Li had no motor skills and could not swim, so Su Ming let him ride on his neck and took him for two laps in the sea to have fun.
Then Su Ming began his performance, swimming, surfing, driving a motorboat, and fighting the waves. He was like a free bird flying on the sea.
Zhuang Li sat on the life-saving observation deck and watched him with a telescope.
Sun Baixi seized this opportunity and walked over, shouting from the audience, "Zhuang Li, can we have a chat?"
Tangtuan, who was squatting and playing in the sand not far away, stood up immediately and watched the two of them closely.
Zhuang Li continued to watch Su Ming swimming in the waves and said lazily, "I'm busy."
"Just give me twenty minutes." Sun Baixi became anxious.
"We have nothing to talk about." Zhuang Li was indifferent.
Sun Baixi's heart ached. He looked up at the towering Zhuang Li and wanted to pull him down, hold him tightly in his arms, pinch his jaw, and force him to look at him carefully.
Just one glance, just one glance, is that not okay?
Sun Baixi's eyes moistened unconsciously, and all his prepared remarks were thrown out of his mind. He didn't want to talk about the company, the contract, or continued cooperation. He just wanted to hold Zhuang Li's hand and beg him not to be so cruel.
Seeing Sun Baixi wandering around in the observation deck with a sad expression, the rich young men felt a little sorry for him.
They originally thought that Sun Baixi broke up with Zhuang Li on his own initiative because his white moonlight was back and he had to be with her.
But now it seems that is not the case.
"He deserves it!" Qiu Shao, who knew the inside story, sneered.
Zhuang Li was watching Su Ming, and Su Ming was of course also keeping an eye on Zhuang Li. Noticing Sun Baixi standing at the observation deck, clinging to him, Su Ming immediately climbed ashore, strode over, and said in a deep voice, "Let's stop swimming. Let's go back."
Zhuang Li immediately put away the telescope and climbed down, but jumped off before he reached the bottom of the ladder.
Su Ming was prepared and had opened his arms to catch him steadily.
The tacit understanding between the two is extraordinary.
Seeing the two of them hugging, Sun Baixi really wanted to beat Su Ming up. But after secretly comparing his size to Su Ming's, he quietly walked away.
Forget it, a wise man never suffers a loss in front of him.
---
That afternoon, everyone had a great time. After returning home, they took a shower, had dinner, and then went to Zhuang Shimiao's room to gather.
Zhuang Shimiao called Zhuang Li over on the pretext of "discussing Grandpa's health." Since Zhuang Li was there, his two followers, Su Ming and Tang Tuan, would naturally follow suit.
This is a suite with a living room and kitchen outside and a bedroom inside.
While everyone gathered in the living room playing cards, Zhuang Shimiao called Zhuang Li into the bedroom to inquire about his grandfather's current health. He wanted to know if Zhuang Hong had Alzheimer's. Unfortunately, Zhuang Li was tight-lipped, and he couldn't find out a single detail.
The living room was very noisy. These rich young men had just arrived on the island and had already hooked up with several beautiful girls, and were now playing cards with them.
Sun Baixi threw the cards out one by one, looking very anxious. A few girls took a fancy to him and wanted to sit next to him, but he chased them away.
Su Ming and Tang Tuan were standing outside on the balcony smoking, not joining in the fun at all.
But they don't bother others, but others just bother them.
A wealthy young man named Duke called out, "Su Ming, how about coming over and playing some mahjong?"
"No, you guys go ahead and have fun." Su Ming exhaled a puff of smoke and refused in a cold tone.
"Don't you like playing mahjong?" Duke continued to ask.
"Yes, I don't like playing cards."
"Don't you like it or don't have money? We play small, 1K for a shot, 2K for a self-draw. Come on, let's play a few rounds." Duke waved his hands repeatedly, as if he was very enthusiastic.
Sun Baixi sat at the mahjong table, arms folded, watching, a hint of a smile on his lips. He was happy to see Su Ming being bullied.
Someone nearby said maliciously, "Master Du, you're asking too much. 1,000 or 2,000 yuan is a small sum for you, but not for Su Ming. He doesn't have much property and now relies entirely on his brother's pocket money to survive. You guys win or lose millions after a few rounds of fighting, and he can't afford it. Tang Tuan, don't you agree? You're in the same situation as Su Ming, so you should know him best."
Tangtuan's face turned red and the hand holding the cigarette trembled with anger.
Of course he knew that this person was not trying to help Su Ming out, but was deliberately mocking Su Ming.
Yes, they don't have money, but so what? Does being poor mean they deserve to be looked down upon?
Tang Tuan really wanted to walk over with a heroic and confident look, slam his bank card on the table, and roar proudly: "Come on, I'm going to play with you! I'm going to avenge someone!"
However, the reality is cruel. There are only five million left in his bank card. If he fights with these people for a few rounds, he may not even be able to keep the five million.
Tangtuan gritted his teeth and did not respond to Duke's provocation.
Su Ming felt a bank card in his pocket, feeling a little hesitant. This was the 50 million yuan he had just asked for from his eldest brother. He was also planning to buy Zhuang Li a villa so they could move in together.
If you lose the bet...
Su Ming didn't dare to think further and decisively shook his head to refuse: "I don't have money, I can't afford to play mahjong like yours."
Compared with Zhuang Li's happiness, face is not important at all.
Duke slammed his head on the table and laughed heartily. He sarcastically said, "No wonder you're able to get along with Zhuang Li. They're both petty bastards."
Sun Baixi glanced at Duke sinisterly. He knew that this man was Zhuang Shimiao's other gun.
Young Master Qiu shrank his neck, feeling a bit cold. "Excuse me?" Zhuang Li said, "Is this petty? You've probably never seen what domineering looks like!"
A half-smiling voice came from behind the crowd: "Who are you calling petty?"
When everyone looked back, they saw Zhuang Li leaning against the bedroom door, a playful curve at the corner of his red lips.
Duke's uncle is Du Zhenzi, whose family background is extremely prominent, so he is not afraid of anyone. He also has an inexplicable secret towards Zhuang Shimiao, and humiliating Su Ming is just a smokescreen to humiliate Zhuang Li.
Now that the real culprit had come out, he said loudly, "You, I told you you're petty. Why? Isn't it true? You've only been in City C for a few months and you're already messing around with this guy and that guy. What? Haven't you ever seen a man? Are you even half as good as Shi Miao? I'm afraid Hongtu won't be any good if it falls into your hands."
Zhuang Shimiao's expression turned extremely awkward. This was completely unexpected for him.
He hurried over, trying to ease the conflict, but Zhuang Li pulled out a chair and sat down, saying slowly, "One shot is 10K, and self-draw is 20K. Do you dare to play?"
Duke, who had never been afraid of anyone, snorted and laughed, "I'm afraid you don't dare."
"Come." Zhuang Li started the mahjong machine without any nonsense, and the clattering sound of shuffling cards echoed in the room.
Zhuang Shimiao was secretly delighted, but he urged Zhuang Li not to gamble so much, saying he would have a hard time explaining to his grandfather if he lost too much money. However, he knew that with a rebellious man like Zhuang Li, the more you told him not to do something, the more he would insist on doing it.
When he loses tens of millions in one night, he will certainly suffer the consequences at the hands of his grandfather.
Sun Baixi, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the show, became anxious and immediately warned, "Don't be impulsive. These people are all mahjong masters. Duke goes to Las Vegas to participate in the Mahjong God Tournament every year and always makes it to the finals."
Duke, his cards exposed, glared at Sun Baixi and cursed, "Why are you still defending him even though you've already been dumped? Are you a bitch?"
Sun Baixi looked at Duke with murderous eyes. In this world, only Zhuang Li could call him cheap; anyone else would be taunting him.
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhuang Shimiao hurriedly stepped between them and tried to persuade them in a gentle tone.
Su Ming took advantage of the chaos to walk over to Zhuang Li, took out his bank card and stuffed it into Zhuang Li's hand, whispering, "There's 50 million in it. If you lose, it's mine."
He was unwilling to participate in the gambling just now, but now he can give all his wealth to Zhuang Li as chips.
Tang Tuan, who was watching all this, said: "..." Damn, there's no hope! This 50 million is his childhood friend's resettlement allowance! In order to get this 50 million, his childhood friend had a big fight with his eldest brother before leaving, and threatened to never go back.
If he really loses everything, won’t his childhood friend end up on the streets?
The more Tangtuan thought about it, the more worried he became. He fixed his eyes on Zhuang Li, hoping that this man would refuse the money from his childhood friend.
But Zhuang Li took the bank card and said with a smile, "Okay, win or lose, it's yours."
Tang Tuan: "..." How shameless! Zhuang Li is a scumbag!
Su Ming rubbed Zhuang Li's head, his face devoid of any reluctance. His money was originally meant for his wife. If he lost it all, he could go home and have a fight with his eldest brother. If he couldn't win, he could always hire a lawyer and continue the fight in court. It wasn't a big deal.
Su Ming brought a stool and sat down next to Zhuang Li.
Tangtuan was extremely anxious, so he also brought a stool and sat down on the other side of Zhuang Li.
Sun Baixi didn't want to argue with Duke in front of Zhuang Li, so he kicked the mahjong machine hard and sneered, "Play, play, play, play you MB!"
The machine broke down after a few sparks, and now no one can play with it anymore.
Duke, however, was truly a rebellious donkey. He called the hotel waiter to bring over a set of mahjong tiles, then snapped up his bank card and said firmly, "Keep playing! Play until 5 a.m. tomorrow morning. Whoever leaves the table midway will have their bank card balance split equally among everyone in the room. Do you dare?"
He stared at Zhuang Li with bloodshot eyes.
7480 sighed and said, "It's over. Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, a pauper will be born."
Zhuang Li chuckled in his mind: "You're wrong, it's three."
Sun Baixi raised his hands and left the mahjong table. He wouldn't fight a mad dog like Duke. To be more precise, he never fought anyone he couldn't defeat.
Qiu Shao, who was sitting at the other end of the mahjong table, also patted his butt and stood up. His instinct told him that he could give Duke a try, but forget about competing with Zhuang Li.
Duke glanced at Sun Baixi with contempt, then turned his head and looked at Zhuang Shimiao expectantly.
Zhuang Shimiao has been proficient in mathematics and mechanics since childhood, and his mahjong skills are even better than Duke's.
If Zhuang Li could lose tens of millions, what would his expression be if the news reached Grandpa? Would Grandpa be satisfied with an heir who didn't know how to control his greed, cut his losses in time, seriously overestimated his abilities, and had a very willful and self-willed personality?
No, Grandpa would never be satisfied. If he hadn't lost his senility, he should have understood what a mistake it was to leave the grand plan to someone like Zhuang Li.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Shimiao sat in the seat that originally belonged to Mr. Qiu.
Duke's lackey, eager to take advantage, quickly took the seat originally belonging to Sun Baixi. Why would he even need to use his brain to play cards with a country bumpkin like Zhuang Li? He could win with his eyes closed.
Zhuang Li gently turned Su Ming's bank card and said to himself, "Little idiot, did you see that? Three poor guys have come together."
7480: "...Master, should I just observe a moment of silence or go through the formalities?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
