After Major General Wang sent Han Li away, his face, which had been smiling like a flower, slowly turned cold. He spat rudely at the door, then slowly sat back on the leather sofa with his fat belly.
He rubbed his greasy fingers together in disdain and cursed under his breath:
"You ignorant brat, if you weren't still of some use, how dare you act like a big shot in front of me... Bah!"
The confidant standing by and waiting took a few steps forward and asked respectfully in a low voice: "Well, Master Zhang, do you want the kid who just came to the venue to win money...?"
Zhang Shao picked up the whiskey on the table, poured himself a small half glass, and said casually while sipping:
"Don't worry about him. He only took 400,000 yuan. And judging from his behavior, it's probably just a matter of luck. He may lose as much as he earns. If he comes again next time, I'll take him to the table where the money was diluted. I'll make him spit out everything."
A watered-down table is casino jargon, and refers to a gambling table that has been rigged. Anyone who plays there will lose eight out of ten games.
At this moment, the door outside was pushed open, and a thin man with a long face walked in from the corridor and happened to hear the second half of Zhang Shao's words.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the monitor that was fixed on the young man who won the money. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and cursed at Zhang Shao who was still sipping whiskey:
"You idiot!"
Zhang Shao was stunned for a moment, and replied somewhat aggrievedly: "Third cousin, why are you scolding me?"
The man who was called the third cousin was furious: "I asked you to come to this remote place to run a business to train your vision. I see that you haven't done anything useful except eating, drinking and having fun. Look at the number of chips this person has. How much did he win and how much did he take away?"
Zhang Shao frowned, turned around and asked his confidant to retrieve all the data of the man who had just come to the casino.
The original capital was 100 yuan, and within ten minutes, he earned 824,500 yuan. When he left, the amount of chips he exchanged was...
Four hundred and twelve thousand two hundred dollars.
Minus the principal, it is exactly half of the amount earned.
The 450,000 is the dividing line of the amount of money earned by individual customers when they leave the casino, because once the casino loses to this line, the spies below will report this person to their superiors, and the casino's management will decide whether to take any "action" against him.
This person is not only very familiar with the unspoken rules of the casino, but also has extremely high skills. The subsequent loss of money was probably within his expectations, and he just did it to avoid attracting attention. If there had not been someone who knew what he was doing in the control room this time, he would probably have been able to conceal his tracks perfectly and retire successfully.
...is a hidden master.
Zhang Shao looked at these numbers and broke out in a cold sweat. He turned to look at his third brother and asked hesitantly:
"Well, Third Brother, what do you think we should do?"
The thin-faced man pursed his lips, thought carefully for a while, and then said, "Don't do anything first. Send someone to check the identity of this person. If he comes again, don't take him to the water-filled table. This kind of trick probably won't fool him, and it will also arouse vigilance. Let's wait until the results of the investigation come out before we do anything."
Zhang Shao nodded hurriedly, turned around and gave orders.
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Chen Kong was walking leisurely on the busy street in his torn canvas shoes, with his bank card in his pocket, which was now full again, and he was in a good mood.
He first went to the supermarket and bought a lot of things. In addition to daily necessities, he also filled a bag with all kinds of snacks and desserts. He shamelessly explained to the system:
"I am a child now, so I should eat children's food."
The system is speechless.
Shen Kong walked downstairs to the community where he lived, put the things he bought at his feet, took out the good cigarettes and lighter he had taken from the casino from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it to his lips.
There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and a blue-purple flame instantly shot out from the mouth of the lighter, lighting the slender cigarette between his fingers.
A wisp of light blue smoke floated up from the lit cigarette butt, and passed across his slightly wrinkled brows as softly as silk, carving a sense of deep vicissitudes on his young face.
Chen Kong sighed contentedly, exhaled the smoke in his lungs slowly, and narrowed his brows slightly.
He raised his eyes, and through the slowly rising smoke, he suddenly met another pair of eyes looking at him. Those eyes were dark and deep, and contained a maturity and thoughtfulness that didn't seem to be for someone his age.
Shen Kong was stunned. He didn't expect to meet Han Li in front of his building the next day.
Han Li had changed his clothes. A simple white shirt and jeans made him look broad-shouldered, thin-waisted and long-legged. He limped over, his handsome features restrained, and he looked like a non-aggressive boy next door. He greeted softly:
"Hi."
His eyes fell on the fingertips of Shen Kong holding the cigarette. He was slightly stunned, and his long eyelashes drooped, hiding the surprise and thoughtfulness in his eyes:
"I...didn't know you could smoke?"
Shen Kong lowered his head following his line of sight, looked at the cigarette that was still emitting light blue smoke, raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice:
"That means you don't know me as well as you think."
He put the cigarette to his lips again, leaned back slightly, leaned against the door of the building with mottled and peeling wall, and said nonchalantly:
"What are you doing here?"
Han Li raised his hand, waved the bag in front of Shen Kong, and said:
"I came to return the clothes you lent me yesterday - and thank you again, by the way."
Chen Kong took the bag, opened it and took a look - he saw the set of old clothes that he had given to Han Li yesterday, which were washed until they turned white, lying at the bottom of the bag, washed clean and neatly folded.
He responded perfunctorily: "It's okay."
After saying that, Shen Kong bent down and picked up the two large bags lying at his feet, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said vaguely:
"Then I won't send you off."
The boy's slightly hoarse voice came from behind: "What? You don't want to invite me up to sit?"
Shen Kong paused in his upward steps. The system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time seemed to have hope rekindled, and it jumped wildly in his ears:
"Beep beep beep! This assistant suggests that the correctional officer increase the contact time with the target person in order to achieve the goal of subtly correcting the target person's three views. Please remember to appeal to their emotions and reason, and use warmth and love to make the target person understand the world..."
Shen Kong had long been annoyed by the noise of this system. He frowned and scolded in his mind:
"Shut up."
Shen Kong turned his head and looked at Han Li who was standing at the stairs. His cold voice was somewhat distorted in the closed corridor, but one could still hear the obvious rejection in it:
"No, it's not convenient."
Not even bothering to come up with an insincere excuse, Shen Kong didn't even look back and walked up the stairs neatly.
The system's bland, mechanical voice sounded somewhat puzzled: "Why don't you let him come up?"
Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked in, then hooked the door behind him with his foot.
He put two large plastic bags on the table and replied nonchalantly: "Why invite him in? Give him a lecture on how to be a good person? Or persuade him earnestly not to go astray? Besides, his problem now is not whether he can be a good person, but to avoid being bullied in the next plot."
Shen Kong threw himself into the soft sofa, raised his feet and put them on the coffee table, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the ugly traces of mottled water seepage on the ceiling through the changing smoke, and fell into deep thought.
To be honest...based on Han Li's subsequent experiences in the plot, Chen Kong doesn't think he needs a life mentor or psychologist, but rather a 24-hour bodyguard.
If a normal person had experienced what Han Li had endured, the normal outcome would have been either autism or perversion. However, he was able to work hard and make a comeback as a king several years later. This is really impressive.
After carefully recalling the plot transmitted by the studio, Chen Kong simply and roughly determined his next course of action - in order to prevent Han Li's values from being distorted at this critical point, he only needed to prevent Han Li from being bullied after the protagonist transferred here, and then find a way to keep him and his housekeeper from going out during that time. As for warmth, care and emotional influence, it was all bullshit.
Rather than bandaging and healing an injury, it is better to avoid getting injured in the first place.
Shen Kong put out his cigarette, took out his brand new mobile phone from his pocket, and swiped the screen casually with his fingers, thinking absentmindedly:
But considering that this kid is more to his liking and knows how to repay a favor... maybe he can teach him a few self-defense techniques before leaving.
The scene of last night flashed through his mind. In the pouring rain, the boy was kicked in the knee and fell awkwardly in the mud.
Chen Kong added secretly in his heart:
...If possible, it would be best to make him understand that he will get hurt if he doesn't take the initiative.
He sighed - this child is still too innocent and easy to be bullied.
The author has something to say: Blinded by illusions, Brother Kong said earnestly: Take the initiative and seize the initiative
The illusion maker Han Li was naive and simple: Okay! I remember it!
(Several years later, Shen Kong shuddered: ...Why do I suddenly have such an ominous feeling?
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