I raised an eyebrow: "That Zhou who loves to gamble?"
"It wasn't him!"
Dazhu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and cigarette ash fell onto his clothes.
"His leather shoes were shinier than a mirror, and I saw a gleaming silver Mercedes parked behind him, with its license plate tied with red ribbon!"
"How did he suddenly become so rich?" I took out a cigarette case and handed it to him.
Dazhu quickly finished the cigarette in his mouth, took the cigarette and took a deep drag, the smoke leaking out from between his teeth.
"I was wondering too! He waved at me, and the woman even slipped a chocolate into my hand. The wrapper was all in foreign languages, like the cement bags on our construction site."
He suddenly lowered his voice: "Old Zhou said, 'Come on, let me show you the world,' and dragged me straight into the five-star hotel next door."
"That was the first time I had ever eaten at such a high-end place. The crystal chandelier in the private room was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. I was so nervous that I secretly pinched my thigh under the table to calm myself down."
"Next, Lao Zhou ordered a whole table of dishes, and there was gold leaf floating in that bowl of soup alone!"
Dazhu gestured to indicate the size of the bowl: "He picked up a piece of lobster meat with his silver chopsticks and said, 'Brother, this stuff is good for your health,' and the woman laughed, laughing like a night owl."
I tapped the table: "Did he tell you where the money came from?"
"How could I dare to ask directly!"
Dazhu's voice suddenly trembled: "After he drank half a bottle of Moutai, I finally got a chance to speak. He burped, his face shiny with oil, and patted my shoulder, saying, 'Brother, you have someone protecting you now.' The woman then popped a grape into his mouth and said, 'Brother Zhou's good fortune is yet to come.'"
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