Chapter 87 Zhou Chong's Thousand Layers of Schemes
After leaving the matter to Chaozi, Zhou Chong went into the bar.
Because he hadn't arrived yet, the people inside dared not move.
You Liang helped Shan Qingshan sit on the sofa, pushing away the wine glasses and ordering drinks and fruit. Some overly friendly people came up to Shan Qingshan and struck up a conversation.
His reaction was indifferent, like a plum blossom braving the frost, both cold and beautiful.
Zhou Chong walked over and sat down next to him, telling the others to do whatever they wanted.
Someone asked Zhou Chong to play cards. Zhou Chong glanced at Shan Qingshan, who said, "I don't know how. You play, I'll just watch you guys play."
Zhou Chong smiled languidly, "Aren't you afraid I'll give away my entire fortune?"
"You won't."
Immediately, people around them laughed and made sarcastic "oh" sounds.
Zhou Chong laughed along with him.
That's giving him way too much face.
Zhou Chong stood up. "Let's play a couple of rounds and win some money for the kids to buy candy."
Someone called out, "Brother Chong, you're younger than him, aren't you?"
Zhou Chong took off his coat and handed it to Shan Qingshan. Shan Qingshan took it, watched him roll up his sleeves, and smiled as he changed his mind, saying, "Buy it for my brother."
As soon as these words were uttered, a chorus of "Mahāluó" (a type of Japanese chant) erupted
Zhou Chong bowed slightly, casting a shadow over Shan Qingshan.
"Can I ask you for money after I've lost everything?"
"OK."
Zhou Chong was in a great mood and sat down at the card table.
The card table wasn't far away, so Shan Qingshan didn't move.
Someone offered Zhou Chong a cigarette, but he chuckled and didn't take it. No one at the card table dared to smoke. He shuffled the cards, the way he tossed them around was incredibly charming.
While everyone else played cards with terrible cries and screams, Zhou Chong always seemed to be in complete control.
As Shan Qingshan leaned back on the sofa, he truly felt that the world he was observing was the real world Zhou Chong was in, like a shimmering goblet of fine wine illuminated by neon lights.
While Shan Qingshan was lost in thought, he saw a very handsome and gentle-looking boy walk up to Zhou Chong's side, place a glass of wine on top of a piece of paper.
Dan Qingshan's expression changed, and he saw Zhou Chong, seemingly unaware, knock over his glass while swiping his cards. The wine dripped down the table.
Immediately someone said, "Clean it up."
The paper disappeared along with the overturned wine glass.
Shan Qingshan took a sip of his drink.
He thought to himself: So skilled.
I must have encountered this kind of thing quite a few times before.
Lost in thought, Shan Qingshan was inexplicably jeering at Zhou Chong at the card table, who drank a full glass of wine. Zhou Chong drank it, stood up, walked over to Shan Qingshan, and held out his hand.
"Brother, we're out of money."
The people around them watched with mocking expressions, their gazes intriguing.
This person did it on purpose.
How much do you want?
"One hundred will do."
Shan Qingshan was used to carrying cash on him in the village.
He pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to him. Zhou Chong only took one, exchanged it for chips, and soon had a large stack of chips in his hand. He won so much that no one else wanted him to leave the table.
Shan Qingshan got up to go to the toilet.
Someone saw him leave and said.
"Young Master Zhou, that kid from earlier was pretty good. He's flexible and skilled. Why not give him a try? Why keep putting all your eggs in one basket?"
Zhou Chong chuckled and looked at the person who had spoken.
"What you said makes some sense. Next year, find someone else to cooperate with. Don't try to hook up with me."
The other person's expression changed drastically.
The Zhou family alone made more profit than a dozen other companies in a cooperative venture.
"Young Master Zhou, I was just joking."
Zhou Chong threw down a card, "I'm not joking."
The man's face turned pale instantly.
Zhou Chong threw down another card, "Blocking the light."
It goes without saying who they're referring to.
The person was standing in a position that wasn't blocking the light; it was a euphemism for telling someone to get lost.
Seeing this, the people at the card table all put away their own little schemes.
On the other side, Shan Qingshan was blocked at the sink.
The other person didn't say anything, but the way they looked him up and down said it all.
You?
Do you even deserve it?
Shan Qingshan turned on the tap and deliberately splashed water all over the other person.
The other person let out a "whoosh" and almost jumped up.
"You did this on purpose?"
Shan Qingshan said, "It was a slip of the hand," but his eyes said, "Yes, it was."
"You fucking country bumpkin who climbs into bed, what are you so proud of?"
Shan Qingshan deflected the attack with minimal effort.
"You've already been outdone by me before we even started climbing. Don't you think I'm smug?"
The other person's face turned blue and purple; they were speechless, completely choked up by the retort.
Shanqingshan walked back.
Seeing that there were quite a few spectators around the gambling table, I thought I'd wait and see which player had good luck, was in a good mood, and won a lot, so I could casually tip them a little.
At this moment, Zhou Chong was surrounded by the most people, none of whom had actually touched him, but they were all talking to each other, as if he were surrounded by women.
"Young Master Zhou played those cards really well!" "Young Master Zhou is amazing!" "As expected of you!"
Shan Qingshan's expression turned slightly cold.
My phone vibrated.
Upon seeing Zhou Chong's message: [Wife, help!]
Shan Qingshan knocked on his phone.
He saw that the man was very happy and didn't need to be saved.
Surrounded by people, Zhou Chong, who was deliberately waiting for his wife to come to his rescue, was almost developing a squint from all the training, but Shan Qingshan still didn't get up.
He felt a little uneasy. He gently placed the chips on the table and was about to speak when his wrist was grabbed.
Zhou Chong can recognize people just by looking at their hands.
A smile played on his lips, and he immediately used the momentum to get up.
"Hey, be gentle."
After saying that, he turned his head and said, "I'm not playing anymore." He grabbed a handful of chips, threw them to someone to exchange for money, and pushed the rest onto the table for others to take. He then staggered behind Shan Qingshan and sat down on the sofa.
You Liang looked at his brother with disdain.
The first person to direct and star in his own film.
Everything was for the sake of showing off their love.
Even a mille-feuille cake doesn't have as many tricks up its sleeve as his brother.
You Liang wanted to say something more, but then he caught a glimpse of a beautiful woman out of the corner of his eye and immediately got up to strike up a conversation.
Zhou Chong leaned closer to Shanqing Mountain and asked, "Do I smell strongly of alcohol?"
"Not heavy."
Zhou Chongdao: "I once read a heartwarming little story, let me tell you about it. When his daughter was about to enter society, her father was afraid that she would be taken advantage of, so he would drink with her at home to let her know her alcohol tolerance and not get drunk so that she wouldn't be easily taken advantage of."
Shan Qingshan looked at Zhou Chong.
I wonder what this person, who often takes advantage of him under the guise of being drunk, is trying to express by telling this story?
Zhou Chong slowly revealed his strategy.
"You'd be overwhelmed in one gulp."
"Um."
"So, how about trying some of what's in my mouth and seeing if it gets you drunk?"
Shan Qingshan glared at him fiercely.
His gaze was fierce, yet the dim bar lights made his eyes appear shimmering and full of life. Zhou Chong felt a surge of attraction and couldn't resist moving closer.
"If you think what I said just now was annoying, do you want to bully me a little?"
His voice was low and husky, and he uttered the word "bully" with extreme tenderness, his gaze lingering on the other person's lips. He added, "I'll add one more thing."
"Just like that night."
Dan Qingshan's face flushed red. He caught a glimpse of the person he had just met in the restroom. He hesitated for a moment but did not back down or push him away.
Shy yet brave, she met Zhou Chong's gaze, "Didn't you say you didn't remember?"
Zhou Chong: "..."
Zhou Chong: "In my dream."
Shan Qingshan just stared at him without moving.
Zhou Chong's Adam's apple bobbed. Without his wife's approval, he dared not disobey. His gaze lowered slightly, noticing the red rope around his neck.
The thought that the old lady had given him this broken coin and that he treasured it so much made Zhou Chong feel a pang of heartache.
Then he thought about how the scar on his forehead was also from saving that old lady, and his heart ached again.
"The New Year is just around the corner. I'll give you a pendant. You don't need to wear this anymore, okay?"
"No need, mine is fine."
Zhou Chong was not happy and leaned back on the sofa.
"It's just a gift from Grandma, why are you treasuring it so much? You don't treat the things I give you this much."
Dan Qingshan lowered his eyes and subconsciously clutched his chest.
He could feel the coin even through his clothes.
"I've worn it for a long time and don't want to change it."
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