From those few words alone, Xiao Baojun astutely gleaned a great deal of key information.
The middle-aged man named Zhang Fan who went to pick up the child spoke with Zhang Fan without any awkwardness; their conversation was natural, fluent, and intimate.
In contrast, Zhang Fan's response was also crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.
Their interaction alone clearly shows that they have a close relationship, like old friends who have known each other for many years and have great tacit understanding.
Furthermore, the matter entrusted to Zhang Fan this time was such an important matter as picking up and dropping off the child.
It's important to understand that such matters are not as easy and casual as buying cigarettes or drinking water. If there isn't enough trust between the parties, who would feel comfortable entrusting this matter entirely to someone else?
However, after Zhang Fan accepted the task, he didn't raise a single unnecessary question, which undoubtedly showed that this was not the first time he had handled such matters for this fellow.
A sense of doubt welled up in Xiao Baojun's mind, and he pondered to himself.
"Just who is this guy named Zhang Fan? Why is he so trusted by these bosses?"
He racked his brains for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with a clear picture of Zhang Fan's true identity.
Since he couldn't figure out the mystery no matter how hard he tried, Xiao Baojun decided to stop dwelling on it and made a decisive decision—to stay here and observe what would happen next.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and time slipped away quietly amidst people's laughter and the noise of the game machines.
Zhang Fan hurriedly stepped into the arcade again, as if a gust of wind had swept through.
As soon as he entered the room, his gaze immediately locked onto the middle-aged man. He then rushed over to him in three quick steps and shouted loudly.
"Brother Liu! The child has been safely delivered to your wife! She specifically reminded you to drink less alcohol when you're out socializing, because drinking too much is bad for your liver!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's previously serious face instantly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a relieved smile.
He patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and praised him.
"Fanzi, you're so reliable! You got back so quickly! You took a taxi to pick up the kids, right? Here, here's the fare. I can't let you make a wasted trip!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man unhesitatingly pulled out a brand-new hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it directly into Zhang Fan's arms.
Zhang Fan didn't stand on ceremony with him. He naturally took the money, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, smiled awkwardly, and said...
"Hehe, Brother Liu, then I won't keep arguing with you any longer, thank you!"
Before he finished speaking, he carefully rolled the hundred-yuan bill into a small roll, then gently placed it into the inside pocket of his shirt, and carefully fastened the pocket tightly, as if afraid of losing it by accident.
Right under Xiao Baojun's nose, in just a short while, Zhang Fan had easily earned nearly two hundred yuan.
You know, this is just a trivial matter of running errands; it's practically no different from finding money on the street!
Just then, another person who was playing a poker machine suddenly stood up, cursing under his breath.
All I heard was him shouting loudly.
"Damn, today was such a bad day. I couldn't get through the whole day. I'm never playing again!"
As he quickly left his seat, he shouted at Zhang Fan.
"Fanzi, I'm not playing anymore. There are still several hundred points left in here. You can keep them and play with them."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly walked up to the person and said to him with a big smile.
"Oh, Brother Li, thank you so much! In that case, I'll enjoy myself first, take care, brother!"
The man called Brother Li waved his hand casually, said nothing more, and then left his seat without looking back, handing the machine over to Zhang Fan.
Just then, Xiao Baojun stood far away and looked into the distance. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had described earlier.
The poker machine screen clearly showed that there were still several hundred points remaining.
If you do a closer look, these points, if converted into cash, would only be worth a few dozen yuan.
For those wealthy and powerful bosses, a mere few dozen yuan is utterly insignificant; they wouldn't even give it a second thought.
So, they simply left these points to Zhang Fan, letting him use them up as he pleased.
Surprisingly, Zhang Fan seemed to have no intention of going all in or making a huge gamble. On the contrary, he only bet a few tens of cents at a time and always prioritized ensuring the probability of winning.
By operating cautiously and steadily, before long, the original few hundred points accumulated rapidly to more than a thousand points!
Once his points reached that number, Zhang Fan stood up without hesitation and resolutely left his seat.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his voice and shouted loudly at the waiter not far away.
"Waiter, hurry up and give me my order!"
A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and in that short time, another hundred yuan easily fell into Zhang Fan's pocket.
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