“You…you…”
The man was so scared that he was incoherent, but he still had no intention of leaving. He must be trying to make one last stand!
"You're not going to leave, are you? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to a pulp and even break one of your legs."
Seeing that the man still didn't understand, Zhaoyang raised his fist and threatened him fiercely. The man was so scared that he turned around and ran away, stumbling out of the crowd.
Although Wencai didn't like their behavior, he didn't step out to stop them. He sat in a chair and watched the show quietly.
"Alright! That annoying guy has been sent away. Brother Wencai, you can place your bets with peace of mind."
Wencai then turned around and looked at the table. Xiaowei and Zhaoyang stood on his left and right like bodyguards.
"Place your bets now. Bosses who haven't placed any bets yet, please do so quickly. The draw is about to begin."
Wencai held the hundred yuan in his hand, hesitating again and again, but still couldn't make up his mind. The choice between "yes" and "no" seemed easy, but it was so difficult to do.
"Brother Wencai, hurry up! If you dawdle any longer it will be time to get off work." Zhaoyang was getting anxious seeing Wencai dawdling, so he quickly urged him on.
The more Zhaoyang urged him, the more anxious he became. He gritted his teeth and threw the money on the big bet.
All that was heard was the clatter of dice against the dice cup. The dealer slammed the dice cup onto the table and called out "Buy it, leave it," halting the betting. Then he lifted the lid of the cup and said, "Four, four, six, big."
“I got it, I got it…”
Wencai shouted excitedly. That feeling was really thrilling.
After playing back and forth like this a few times, Wencai won more and lost less, and soon won a lot of money.
The feeling of winning money is really great. Wencai becomes more and more excited and involved in the game. He went from sitting properly to standing on one leg on the chair, shouting wildly like other gamblers.
Seeing the time was right, Zhaoyang leaned over and whispered to Wencai, "Brother Wencai, if you keep doing this, it might be a little difficult to fulfill your dream of becoming the richest man in town. You'll have to work harder!"
Because the place was really too noisy, Zhaoyang was afraid that Wencai couldn't hear him clearly, so he could only speak loudly to Wencai.
Wencai thought Zhaoyang was right and started raising his bets to 500. He later raised his bets to 1000, and so on, becoming increasingly addicted. Finally, amidst the roar of the crowd and Zhaoyang's persuasion, Wencai, like a man with a broken muscle, bet all his money.
This round was the most thrilling one. Wencai's heart almost jumped out. At the moment the prize was announced, his heart was pounding and his body was shaking with nervousness.
Zhaoyang and Xiaowei also deliberately shouted beside him to cheer him up.
The lottery was announced, and Wencai lost. He lost all his money. He collapsed in his chair, like an eggplant hit by frost, as if all his bones and muscles were pulled out, and he stood there limply.
It's over, it's all over now. I even lost the money I borrowed from my brother-in-law. I am penniless and there is no chance of making a comeback.
"Brother Wencai, Brother Wencai... do you still want to make a comeback?"
Zhaoyang continued to lead Wencai into the abyss, trying to persuade him to borrow money.
"Make up for the loss? I have nothing left, how can I make up for it? Do you have any money on you? Give it to me first so I can deal with it in an emergency."
Wencai excitedly grabbed Zhaoyang's hand, wanting to get money from his pocket to fight again.
"Brother Wencai, stop joking. You all know that we brothers are from poor families. We don't have any extra money. I'm useless and can't help you at the critical moment... But I heard from them that you can borrow money here to make a comeback."
Zhaoyang looked embarrassed, as if trying to express his guilt for loving Nengzhu. Finally, he changed the subject and brought the topic to the subject of borrowing money.
Wencai, already brimming with frustration, couldn't care less. Hearing he could borrow money to make up for his losses, he instantly perked up. He excitedly stood up from his chair and asked Zhaoyang to take him there.
It was still the same luxuriously decorated house, the same burly boss, and the same action of putting his feet up on the desk, but this time he held two spade-sized steel balls in his hands, which kept spinning in his hands, making a muffled sound.
Zhaoyang acted like a lackey and led Wencai to the boss. He bowed and greeted the boss with a playful smile.
Although Wencai had not seen the world, he had seen many rich people. He was not afraid of the man in front of him who was covered in jewels and sat down on the chair opposite the man.
The boss glanced at Wencai sideways and turned his gaze to Zhaoyang.
"Old swindler, what's going on here? Who the hell is this person who doesn't know the rules?"
The boss' words seemed to express strong dissatisfaction with Wencai, and also revealed that Zhaoyang had no say in front of this boss.
The arrogant Wencai, seeing Zhaoyang couldn't say anything, spoke to the boss himself before he could, "Boss, right? I'm having bad luck and don't have any extra money on me. I'd like to borrow some money from you to make up for my losses."
The boss put his foot down and sneered, "Huh! You're here to borrow money! I thought you were here to give it to me! You look so arrogant and domineering."
"Just tell me whether you will lend it to me or not. Just give me the straight answer."
It is said that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Wencai is now so anxious about losing that he doesn't care whether he is afraid or not, and he is even more unwilling to say any nonsense. He speaks directly and aggressively.
"Brother Wencai, how could you speak to the boss like that? We are asking for a favor, so it will be easier if you speak politely."
Zhaoyang hadn't expected Wencai to speak to his boss in such a tone. Although this was their scheme, and he was just a pimp, he would definitely lend the money. But this was his God of Wealth after all, and rich people like to fight for their money. He was really afraid that Wencai would offend his God of Wealth and cut off his future financial resources.
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