Yan Ge, holding a mini broom, began sweeping each table covered with snack bags, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the people gambling.
While he was nervous, the mini broom not only swept the table clean, but also swept up some small coins on the table.
Old Ghost was doing the same thing in his area, cleaning the table while calculating the odds of each slot machine winning the grand prize.
When the two of them take out the trash, they carefully gather up the coins they sweep up. Don't underestimate these one or two hundred Japanese yen; they can add up to tens of thousands a month, enough to cover their rent.
Then, on a certain day in the third month, Lao Gui sat on the slot machine on his day off and put in a hundred-yuan coin.
Old Ghost watched the machine spin, his mind racing with excitement: "I've won! I've won! I've won!!!"
As expected, he didn't win. Old Gui then put in another 500 Japanese yen, still staring nervously at the machine.
Yan Zheng glanced at Lao Gui with a smile. This guy could be a movie actor; his acting skills are too good.
Finally, after the old man revealed the twenty-first five-hundred-dollar coin, the slot machine spit out a large pile of coins with a whooshing sound.
The waiter rushed over and shouted that someone had won. The real gamblers left their seats to see who the lucky person was.
Yan Zheng took the opportunity to shake the mini broom and further clean each machine, feeling extremely happy.
After the waiter finished counting the coins, he had won a total of 860,000 Japanese yen. He looked at the old man with envy, and the old man, not being stingy, grabbed a handful of coins and gave them to the waiter.
Those who could see clearly through the camera lens couldn't help but shake their heads. This lucky guy would probably be able to pay back the money soon.
Sure enough, that afternoon, Lao Gui came to repay the money. The principal for the two of them was 360,000 yuan, and the interest for three months was 273,000 yuan, so the total for the two of them was 546,000 yuan.
The total amount is 906,000. I just won 860,000, and I'll take out another 50,000 to pay off the debt.
They took out the receipts for the debts and tore them up in public. From then on, Lao Gui and Yan Zheng regained their freedom.
The boss asked them if they wanted to continue working there, and Lao Gui and Yan Zheng both nodded, as they needed legal identification.
The boss smiled, thinking that dealing with smart people was so easy and effortless.
He beckoned over a Japanese man who spoke Chinese and told him about a place where it would be easier to make money.
Yan Zheng and his companion stood up straight, listening attentively. The man said two words, handed them a piece of paper, and then fell silent.
"Black Boxing"
Yan Zheng and Lao Gui exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly, and asked the translator, "How do we play? How are the odds calculated?"
The translator smiled, pointed to the paper, indicating that they should read it themselves, and the two of them lowered their heads to look at it.
When they saw the final odds, the two closed their eyes. If they won, they would have enough money to buy identification; if they lost, their lives would be irrelevant.
The boss looked at their expressions and felt incredibly happy; these two were the people he valued most.
The two could have paid off their debts long ago, but they chose not to, preferring to look for opportunities around the store.
That kind of mentality and patience is strong enough, just like that Chengdu guy who, although he has left, is doing quite well.
The only difference is that this Chengdu resident is risking being arrested to make money, while these two people are looking to make money more safely.
And their brains are definitely sharp enough to find the machine that's about to pay out odds among so many slot machines; that's truly impressive.
"Do you want to sign a waiver of liability?" the translator asked.
Yan Zheng nodded, and Lao Gui also nodded. On the two thin sheets of paper, all the rules and regulations were written in Chinese.
With their red handprints pressed on their palms, their lives were already surrendered before even participating in the underground boxing matches.
The boss was quite kind, scheduling the appointment for a week later. During that week, he provided good food and drinks, ensuring that we ate well and slept soundly.
As for women, forget it. They're just for unloading fire. If you unload too much, you're just asking for trouble.
The owner also provided a boxing room, and even a high-level boxing instructor. Yan Zheng and Lao Gui faced off without any hesitation.
Neither of them had ever fought in underground boxing matches before, so everything had to be started from scratch; they even needed reminders to put on braces.
I don't know how many punches I got on the first day, but luckily my boxing instructor went easy on me, but my face still got bruised and swollen.
The next day, they learned to avoid the attack, but they still couldn't find an opportunity to retaliate and remained in a defensive position.
By the third day, the boxing instructors could barely hit their faces anymore, though they would occasionally still get hit by Yan Zheng and Lao Gui.
On the fourth day, the boxing master was surprised to find that the two of them had reached the stage where they could fight him. Congratulations!
On the fifth day, Yan Zheng was able to slightly defeat the boxing master, while Lao Gui was able to draw with the boxing master.
On the sixth day, the boxer used all his skills, only to find that he could no longer defeat the two Chinese men.
The boss watched their actions through the glass, his eyes crinkling into crescents with laughter. He had a good eye; these two were ruthless.
On the last day, the boss suggested that they practice casually in the morning and then rest well, because only with sufficient rest can they have a strong physique.
That night, Yan Ge and Lao Gui were blindfolded and driven to the place where underground boxing matches were being held. Although they couldn't see, their ears were exceptionally sharp.
Everywhere there were loud shouts from men and women, along with frustrated cries and triumphant laughter, making everyone's head spin.
Someone helped the two men remove the strips of cloth. Yan Zheng and Lao Gui couldn't open their eyes for a while, but after their eyes adjusted, they slowly opened them and looked around the scene.
Under the bright lights, there is a platform about one meter high, surrounded by railings on all four sides, with colorful ropes wrapped around the railings.
The boss pointed to the platform and said in broken Mandarin, "Gentlemen, this is your place for the competition."
Then, with a wave of his hand, several people came up to help Old Ghost massage his muscles. Old Ghost was the first to go up.
Since both Lao Gui and Yan Zheng are novices, they only need to compete in six rounds.
When Lao Gui's name was announced, he put on his braces and boxing gloves and went on stage. Yan Zheng's heart jumped, thinking that Lao Gui might lose.
Sure enough, after another tongue-twisting name was announced, a black man went on stage. Judging from his confident demeanor, he was clearly a veteran.
A novice will definitely be at a disadvantage compared to a veteran, but this is a place for underground boxing, where strength speaks volumes.
The boss was speaking rapidly in gibberish; Yan Zheng could only understand a few words. It took him several months to learn to understand simple vocabulary.
From those few simple words, Yan Zheng guessed the boss's meaning: Old Ghost's bets shouldn't be too high.
So it seems the boss doesn't think highly of Lao Gui, making Yan Zheng even more nervous.
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