Lu Yuqiang stared blankly at the seven neatly arranged colored balls on the table.
Just now, when facing Black Eight, he was just one step away from heaven.
But Xiao Weiguo used seven billiard balls to drag them back to hell step by step.
We lost just like that?
When Bai Ziyu passed by him, he gave him a push.
"Go away."
Then he put away the pile of money and Lu Yuqiang's fan, and went back to hand them to Xiao Weiguo.
And then raise your thumb.
"Bro, you're awesome."
For a young person like Bai Ziyu, this is already the highest praise.
Lu Yuqiang was humiliated and lost his fan, so he glared at the three of them angrily, as if he wanted to devour them whole.
Seemingly sensing his gaze, Xiao Weiguo looked up at him.
He picked up the fan from Bai Ziyu's hand, examined it carefully, and confirmed that it was one of the two fans stolen from Grandpa Shang's house.
"I have a question for you."
Xiao Weiguo looked directly at Lu Yuqiang and said.
"Where did you get this fan? If your answer satisfies me, the 20,000 yuan is still yours, how about it?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu forced a smile, but then his face darkened.
He stole the fan from his father's study, intending to exchange it for some money to squander.
As for where his father got it from, he knew perfectly well.
However, this cannot be said. If it is said, not only will I be finished, but my whole family will probably be finished as well.
"A loss is a loss. It's not like I can't afford to lose. Why all this nonsense? You just wait, one day I'll make you obediently return what you took."
After uttering those harsh words, Lu Yuqiang didn't dare linger and hurriedly left the billiards club with his followers.
Watching their retreating figures, Bai Ziyu cursed them as idiots.
Xiao Weiguo narrowed his eyes, looking thoughtful. He remained silent for a long while.
"Brother, put your money away quickly."
Bai Ziyu nudged Xiao Weiguo with his elbow, bringing Xiao Weiguo back from his daze.
He glanced at the money in Bai Ziyu's hand and pushed it back.
"Old Bai, you're pretty short on cash too. Consider this money as something you won today, you can keep it. What I'm after is this fan."
Bai Ziyu's face darkened immediately upon hearing this.
“Xiao Weiguo, I treat you like a brother, but what do you take me for, a beggar? You’re right, I, Lao Bai, may be a bit poor, but I won’t take a single penny that doesn’t belong to me. If you don’t take this money back, we’ll never know each other again.”
As he spoke, he insisted on handing the money back to Xiao Weiguo.
Seeing that he was really angry, Xiao Weiguo had no choice but to take it and put it into his bag along with the fan.
"Alright, since you've said that, I have no choice but to take back what I just said. Since you said we're brothers from now on, then if you ever need money in the future, don't forget to ask me for it. That would be doing me a favor."
Xiao Weiguo could tell that Bai Ziyu was not someone who liked to take advantage of others, and his personality suited his temperament well. Xiao Weiguo accepted him as a brother.
Seeing that Xiao Weiguo had taken the money back, Bai Ziyu's anger turned into a smile.
"That's more like it. Otherwise, what kind of person would I, Bai Ziyu, be? By the way, is that broken fan really that valuable? That even a tycoon like you cares about it so much."
Xiao Weiguo shook his head.
"Whether it's valuable or not is another matter, but this fan is very important to me. I have many questions that I need this fan to help me answer."
More than half a year has passed since Grandpa Shang's house was burglarized. What exactly happened during this time, and how did it end up in Lu Yuqiang's hands?
Also, judging from Lu Yuqiang's expression just now, he clearly knew the origin of this fan, so why didn't he tell him when faced with the temptation of 20,000 yuan?
Xiao Weiguo realized that there must be a significant problem involved.
For now, let's keep the fan in our own hands. When we get back, we can slowly sort things out, and eventually we'll find some clues.
But none of this mattered to Bai Ziyu, nor did he care what it was about that fan that had caught Xiao Weiguo's attention.
"Hey, Weiguo, you're really good at billiards. When do you have time to teach me?"
Thinking of Xiao Weiguo's impressive performance on the pool table, Bai Ziyu couldn't help but feel his blood boil again.
Xiao Weiguo glanced at him and said frankly.
"Old Bai, billiards is nothing special, practice makes perfect."
When Bai Ziyu heard this, he thought he was just showing off.
I can't help but ask myself.
"Tsk tsk tsk, billiards is a minor path, then tell me, what is the major path?"
Xiao Weiguo stared into Bai Ziyu's eyes and said in a very serious tone.
"Old Bai, to be honest, in my opinion, your electronic communication is the real path."
Not only Bai Ziyu heard these words, but Feng Wanlin, who was standing next to him, also heard them very clearly.
With a sudden thought, Feng Wanlin tugged at Xiao Weiguo's collar.
"Weiguo, are you serious? You really support my brother Ziyu in developing electronic communications?"
Bai Ziyu also widened his eyes, waiting for Xiao Weiguo's answer.
Xiao Weiguo smiled and pulled the two of them outside.
"Let's go, it's getting late. Sister Lin has to go to work tomorrow. I'll take you home first, and we can talk on the way."
The billiard hall was crowded and noisy, not a good place to talk about these things. Even if Xiao Weiguo was stupid, he wouldn't reveal his understanding of the future of the communications industry in front of so many people.
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