He Wenlin should have been happy to receive Zhou Libo's call, but now that she has a knife hanging over her head, she really can't be happy and even loses her appetite.
Lin Fei also noticed that something was wrong with He Wenlin and asked her, "Linlin, are you sick?"
"No, I'm just thinking about making money."
I'd better not tell Lin Fei, a kid, about the pig butchering scam.
It's not the right time to say it.
"You're so engrossed in your thoughts that the rice in your bowl is getting cold," Lin Fei said.
He's father knew why He Wenlin was acting this way, and said, "Don't worry, no matter how others try to tempt me, I won't go for it. Just enjoy your meal."
Lin Fei: "Is Linlin afraid that Uncle Ming will go to the card room to play cards?"
"I am indeed a little worried."
Lin Fei: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things for you. I'll let you know if anything happens."
"Okay, thank you then."
He Wenlin regained her usual composure. She knew that worrying was useless, and the best solution was for the card room to disappear.
Of course, before that, we need to find out whether the other party actually wants to kill He's father, that pig!
But how to investigate and resolve this matter is also a problem.
He Wenlin is not a local and is quite young, so she didn't know who to ask to handle the matter.
But before He Wenlin could come up with a solution, Ye Jun called and asked He's father to send over two more servings of fried noodles.
He Wenlin checked the time; it was exactly one o'clock.
Generally speaking, this is when the afternoon session of the card and chess room begins.
"Dad, I'll go." He Wenlin didn't want her father to go.
Based on what that person had said before, He Wenlin felt that delivering fried rice was a pretext, and he guessed that the person just wanted to use the opportunity to keep her father playing cards.
“It’s alright, I’ll go. It’s not like it’s a den of dragons or tigers.” He’s father knew what He Wenlin was worried about, so he lowered his voice and said, “I know what I’m doing. I’ll go and test the waters.”
Upon hearing the word "test," He Wenlin's eyes lit up, and she whispered, "Dad, if they try every trick in the book to keep you playing cards, I guess I'm right. And once you sit down, they'll definitely let you win. If you try to come back, they definitely won't agree."
"Okay, I got it."
After saying that, Mr. He took the fried noodles to the chess and card room.
"Boss Ye, no chili on the fried noodles." He's father smiled and placed the fried noodles on the table.
“The fried noodles are mine,” Tang Wei said. “Come on, Mr. He, let’s play Peeling (a type of card game).”
"I'm not playing anymore. The shop needs to prepare dinner."
"Your daughter's back, right? She can do it," Tang Wei said. "Play a few rounds for me. If you lose, it's on me; if you win, it's on you. Okay? Play a few rounds for me. I need to eat first."
As they talked, Ye Jun and He pulled He's father toward the table. Ye Jun also said, "Just a few minutes, it's not even 1:30 yet, there's no need to rush to make dinner."
"That's right, we eat your fast food every day, so we're your customers too. The customer is king, so let's play a few rounds with the customer."
They forced Mr. He to sit on the card table.
"Then let's play a few rounds, Mr. Tang. Hurry up and eat, then come over. I have to go back to work."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Mr. He had agreed.
Tang Wei nodded repeatedly: "I'll be quick, in a few minutes."
Tang Wei gave a look to the people around him, and they understood. Then the card game began.
When He Wenlin saw that her father hadn't returned after more than ten minutes, she knew something was terribly wrong.
When he hadn't returned for more than twenty minutes, He Wenlin went to look for him.
As soon as I went upstairs, I heard Mr. He say, "It's getting late, I have to go back to work, Mr. Tang..."
"Boss He, this won't do. You win the game and then run away. That's not right," someone at the card table said.
"That's right, there are other people in the store, what's the rush? It's only two o'clock, let's continue."
"You're so lucky, keep going! Boss Tang is already playing mahjong next door and doesn't have time to come over. You're so lucky, keep going!"
...
He Wenlin pushed the door open and entered: "Dad, we have customers in the store. Hurry up and get back to work."
Upon seeing He Wenlin, Ye Jun and the others did not look too pleased.
They said, "Your dad works all day long, can't you let him rest for a while?"
"It's a rare treat to get out and have some fun, little sister, don't be such a spoilsport."
"Let your dad play here, and you go back to work. It's the same whether you're entertaining guests or not."
...
He Wenlin cursed their ancestors in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face and still smiled.
She said, "My dad is the pillar of our family. We can't do without him. The bosses can win more."
When Mr. He saw his daughter arrive, he had an even better excuse to leave: "I'm not playing anymore. I already said I was just filling in for a few rounds. My nephew is too young to handle things alone in the shop. My daughter also has appointments and other things to do. You guys have fun. It's okay if one person is missing from the game."
He said he was a substitute, so he didn't touch a single penny of the money he won; he neatly pressed it down on the table with a lighter.
He Wenlin glanced at it and realized that this was quite a big investment; the lighter alone cost at least seven or eight hundred.
Seven or eight hundred in 2000 was quite an achievement.
Mr. He got up and went back to the fast food restaurant with He Wenlin.
The people in the card room didn't stop them, mainly because they were afraid of arousing suspicion.
Although He's father had played a few rounds over there, he said he was coming back to help her play a few rounds before she showed up. In addition, He Wenlin knew that the other party was doing it on purpose, so she was not angry with He's father at the moment.
After leaving the card room, He Wenlin asked, "Dad, do you think my guess was right or wrong now?"
Mr. He sighed, "Now I also feel that these people have ill intentions."
Because it perfectly matched what He Wenlin had told him before.
First, they use various methods to get you to the table, then they let you win, keeping you happy.
Everything was just as my daughter had said.
If He Wenlin hadn't warned him beforehand, He's father felt he might have fallen for it.
“Even if this group wasn’t targeting you, you’re now their target,” He Wenlin said. “From now on, let other employees handle the food deliveries.”
Even though He's father now believes He Wenlin's words and has noticed something amiss, He Wenlin still can't feel at ease with these people on this particular day.
"Also, we don't know what their purpose is, so we need to be careful with money and such," He Wenlin reminded.
“We don’t have any money on us. These factories are using vouchers, so he can’t possibly steal them,” said Mr. He. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall for it. As long as I don’t play along with them, they can’t cheat me.”
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