The one with a red face among them was Hu Yitong's old friend Comrade Lao Pu. He had the largest pile of banknotes in front of him, including dozens of hundred-yuan bills. It seemed that his luck was good again today.
However, the bearded middle-aged man next to him, Wang Laonian, was obviously out of luck. His face was pale, his fingers were shaking, and he had just lost the last ten dollars in his pocket. Seventy percent of the money that Lao Pu won came from him.
This money was originally the living expenses for next month that he was going to send to his daughter tomorrow.
Lao Pu winked at the fat man across from him, and the fat man understood and threw the cards on the table: "Okay, okay, let's stop playing for now. It's time to go get food. Come back after dinner if you want to play."
The people at the card game and those watching the game all dispersed.
Wang Laonian refused to do this. He grabbed Lao Pu and said in a panic, "No, you can't leave."
Lao Pu waved his hand away. "Laonian, if I don't leave, where else can I go? Isn't it time for dinner? Besides, even if I don't eat and play with you, do you still have money? How can you make up for your losses?"
Wang Laonian's lips trembled: "No, you can't leave. That is the living expenses for my daughter."
Lao Pu was unhappy and glared at me, "I don't like what you said. Did I force you to play? Playing cards means winning and losing. You just had bad luck today, so what's the big deal? You can win it back next time if you're lucky, right?"
He pushed Laonian away and was about to walk outside, when he suddenly met someone. He found that the person leaning against the door and looking at him with a half-smile looked a little familiar.
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