A rural area around Chif.

A young man with a flat hair, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, asked Fu Zhisong with a smile: "Fuck, you just came back from a taxi, haven't you gone home?"

"No, I'm here just now." Fu Zhisong replied softly.

"You really work hard, don't you go home to see the old man?" The young man asked again.

"If I don't go back to see him, he can live two more years. He will be even more angry when I go back." Fu Zhisong waved his hand and responded.

"Haha, too." The young man nodded and greeted softly: "Let's go, go in and play for a while."

"Wait a minute!" Fu Zhisong waved his hand and shouted.

"What's wrong?" The young man was stunned.

"I only have 5,000 yuan left in my pocket. I'm afraid it's not enough. Can you shout some for me when you enter the house later?" Fu Zhisong asked with a smile.

"Call a little", a professional term for money-playing ghosts, means asking the director of the bureau to get himself some money with interest, which is considered a kind of loan shark, but the interest is much lower. Because the director is willing to borrow money, he wants to let the gamblers come over and play again, the main purpose is to attract customers, rather than pointing to the interest to make money.

"Don't bother you. How long have you been home? Why should I shout to you?" The young man shook his head and replied, "If you can't give this money, then you'll cheat me. The director has to take care of me."

"Oh, I won't take more, just take 50,000. If I really lose, I will pay it back in half a month at most." Fu Zhisong emphasized.

"Brother, this game is not very big, and it's only a lot of 50,000 yuan. I really can't call you." The boy refused again and said, "Or don't play."

"Fuck, when I was playing at home, you took care of me to borrow money. I didn't lend you any time. Why is it so difficult for you to do something now? I grew up in the same place, and my family is here. Can you owe you 50,000 yuan? " Fu Zhisong frowned and said, "I've come here, please call me some. If it really doesn't work, 40,000 yuan is fine!"

When the young man heard that Fu Zhisong had no money, he immediately ran the news with him: "I said you are really addicted to it. If you have money, just play with this b game. If you don't have money, don't play with it. If you don't have money, you can die if you don't go to the mahjong table?!"

After hearing this, Fu Zhisong felt angry. Because he had borrowed this small money a lot, although it was of certain purpose, it was still worthy of helping the other party. So when he heard the other party squeezed him like this, he turned around and wanted to leave. But when he thought that Wenwen was still anxious to use the 30,000 yuan, he said with a tough bullet: "You lend me 50,000 yuan, and I will give you two thousand yuan interest alone, okay?"

"I have to play, why are you so stubborn?" asked in a bad tone.

"...You see, I'm here, just discuss it with the director." Fu Zhisong gritted his teeth and said kind words: "Next time, you go to the city, I'll ask you to go out to play twice more, won't you have anything?"

"Oh, I'm so fucking convinced." After pondering for a while, the young man turned his head and looked at Fu Zhisong and said, "I'll call you 40,000, but we must sign an IOU. If you don't pay the money back, I'll go to your house to take care of your father's going!"

"It's only half a month fast, but it's only one month slow, and it's the most." Fu Zhisong nodded.

"You are shameless if you play money!" After sighing, the young man greeted with a sinister face: "Let's go, come in the house!"

...

About five minutes later, he sent a guarantee to Fu Zhisong and borrowed him 40,000 yuan from the director. Then Fu Zhisong went to the mahjong table and started playing 100200300 with the others.

There is a problem with money-playing ghosts. No matter how much money is in their pocket, they dare to play big things. But this is how people are. The richer they are in their pockets, the more they are, and they often won’t lose. But the less money they are in their pockets and the more worried they are, the more difficult the road will be.

100200300, this mahjong is not small. In addition, Fu Zhisong has always wanted to fight more and is very afraid of losing. Therefore, he played mahjong in the first few laps, fearing that he could have a few cannons. But gambling is like this. The more he is afraid of, the more he will be. After a few cannons are lit, the six or seven hundred yuan will be gone in an instant.

After playing for four or five hours, Fu Zhisong had lost more than 10,000 yuan, and only more than 30,000 yuan was left in his pocket.

If he had not lost more than 30,000 yuan, he would never have left the gambling table, but today he really controlled himself and kept thinking about Wenwen's side, so he looked down at Qian Xiazi, waved his hand and shouted: "Switch people, no more fight!"

"Why don't you fight anymore? You lost for 40,000 yuan?" The young man asked in confusion.

"No!" Fu Zhisong shook his head: "It's not good to click. After playing four rounds, he was so stupid that he was stuck. I'll go home and take a look at it to play for a while in the evening!"

After hearing this, the young lady asked in a whisper with a more ugly face: "You can't come here to borrow money, right? You lost more than 10,000 and took away 30,000?"

"Brother, you have borrowed all the money. Do you care about how I spend it?" Fu Zhisong responded helplessly: "I'll just pay it back on a monthly basis. I'll call you all the IOU!"

"...How come you learn to be shameless now?" The little boy once again said Fu Zhisong.

After hearing this, Fu Zhisong gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time, reached out and patted his young master's shoulder and said, "We have known each other for almost thirty years. I will only lend you 40,000 yuan. You have scolded me four or five times now! Brother, will you not ask for help in your life?"

When the kid heard this, his face turned red.

"Don't worry, I can't earn this 40,000 yuan in one month, and I will pay you back if I sell my blood!" Fu Zhisong threw down his words in anger, turned around and left the casino.

...

The next day at noon.

Shen Tianze met Lao Hu alone in the hotel.

"...When will you do something?" Lao Hu asked with a smile.

Shen Tianze was silent for a while, frowned and looked at Lao Hu and asked, "...have you really thought about it?"

"Haha, I've come here, can you not think about it?" Old Hu replied in a daze.

"Have you really thought about it?" Shen Tianze asked again after holding it in for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" Old Hu looked at Ozawa in confusion and asked.

Shen Tianze was silent for a long time, lowered his head and responded: "...I just feel...I feel like I'm asking you to do this..."

"I feel sorry for me, I feel sorry for me?" Lao Hu continued.

Shen Tianze looked up at Lao Hu: "Somewhat!"

"hehe!"

Lao Hu smiled and reached out to pick up the small bag he carried with him, and took out six or seven bottles of drugs without trademarks from it.

Shen Tianze was stunned when he saw these medicines.

"...It's useless for you to pity me. My wife and I don't eat these things. I can't say when I will die! If you really feel sorry for me, it's better to give me 20,000 more yuan." Lao Hu said very realistically: "...For people like us, getting pity for others is the most important thing. The medicine in front of us, monthly expenses, and maintaining our lives! If you give me work, you will help me."

Chen Tianze stared at Lao Hu with his eyes, adjusted his mindset and said, "Let's talk about serious matters!"
Chapter completed!