Chapter 313 Jiba Club

The first three digits of the mobile phone number represent the network segment, and the four digits are allocated to companies in each province according to the number of potential customers and market size of the operating companies in each province.

This means that by identifying the fourth to seventh digits of the mobile phone number, you can determine the location of the number, and whether it is a non-local long-distance number can be easily distinguished.

The three mobile phone numbers that Wang Zhuo called were not part of the city, that is, they had to pay long-distance phone bills after dialing. The property company locked the long-distance function of the phone in order to save money, so of course he couldn't call it out!

"Can't you call it?" Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and suddenly slapped his thigh and said with a smirk: "From my memory, the company's phone can't be used for long distances. You call all numbers from other places, so use my phone!"

"Then thank you." Wang Zhuo smiled thankfully and took over his phone, which only has two additional functions: sending and receiving text messages and mobile phone tube.

I called my dad out for breakfast first. I thought he would be back soon, but I didn't expect that he had already driven out of the city and visited the set of a crew filming nearby.

He called Guan Yingying again, but no one answered the call. Wang Zhuo guessed that because of the thick clothes in winter and the noisy sound in the mall, they did not hear the phone.

Now it’s hard to go home. Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly and called Gan Lin again.

"Oh, what a poor little friend." Gan Lin's laughter was a little gloating: "But I'm in piano class, the teacher is very busy and I have to make an appointment. Why don't you try it again and see if Feilong and the others can take you in?"

"What's the best thing to learn about piano?" Wang Zhuo snorted: "I think the most suitable instrument for you to learn is the flute and flute. Then I'll look for Feilong again!"

Playing the flute horizontally and vertically, the one who plays the contact between lips and tongue and stick-like objects is the contact between Wang Zhuo's mouth. Coupled with his unhelpful hobby, how could Gan Lin not understand the metaphor?

When the phone was hung up, the pianist's giggle just stopped the smirk on his face. Gan Lin suddenly blushed and cursed Wang Zhuo, who was unrestrained in his heart: "Bastard, just freeze outside!"

Feilong... This guy went to a county town more than 100 kilometers away and saw netizens.

Mouse... Go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors? What's the point!

"It's evil!" Wang Zhuo was surprised. He didn't even give anyone a good call. Isn't that a coincidence?

"Ding, ding, ding."

The phone suddenly rang three electronic sounds in a row. When Wang Zhuo saw that it was a reminder text message with a pre-storage phone bill of less than 15 yuan. You can do it, and call the security guard to play with the arrears!

"That." He smiled bitterly and handed the phone back to Wang Li, saying, "Do you have money? Lend me a hundred."

Wang Li paid attention to him for a long time, and was also amused by his experience. He touched his pocket, but only found a fifty yuan bill and a few smaller bills."

Even if you borrow money, you can encounter shrinkage! Wang Zhuo was so angry that he burst out laughing, shook his head and said, "It's okay if it's fifty, just let it go!"

Watching the richest man walk out of the community with the fifty yuan he temporarily lent him, he stalked out of the community with his head held high. At this time, Wang Li was so curious that he really wanted to follow him up and take a look. What did the richest man do with the fifty yuan!

Strolling on the snowy streets, there is a world covered in silver everywhere, and it is really unacceptable to not having the music around you.

If it were normal, Wang Zhuo would definitely roll down the car window, breathe the fresh and cool air, and play the song "On the Road" or "Deep Blue Tears" with the audio in the car, but now he doesn't even have a mobile phone, let alone electronic devices such as Walkman.

If no one holds hands, I will hold my pockets. Without music, let’s sing myself!

After clearing his throat, Wang Zhuo suddenly enjoyed the feeling of being the only one between the world, and a restricted song appeared in his mind.

"The next song is restricted. If you are under 18 years old, hurry up and go home and hug your parents!"

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Singing the bad boy's saliva song, putting his hands in his pockets, and strolling alone on the snowy city streets, Wang Zhuo suddenly seemed to have returned to that time of living alone. The difference was that the money in his pocket changed from five yuan to fifty, and it was borrowed.

The feeling of cynical cynical return to him. He looked around, found a convenience store, bought a pack of inferior cigarettes worth five yuan, and asked the boss's wife for half a box of old matches.

He tore open the packaging and took out a cigarette, put it under his nose and smelled the long-lost smell. He thought for a while, smiled faintly, grabbed the cigarette on his ears, and put the others in his pocket.

Passing by several Internet cafes, he walked by blindly and finally stopped at the entrance of a billiards club department.

"Jiba Billiards Club..." He looked up at the signboard of the billiards hall and smiled: "What a cool name, I don't know if the facilities inside are equally strong."

He still had some impression of this Jiba club. When he shot all over the city with a single shot, he had come several times. At that time, there were very few people like him who did not have his own special club but were looking for people to play the cheapest bets everywhere. Although the winning or losing was only a few dozen or hundreds of yuan, it was also an important income for him to maintain his life.

When he walked up to the second floor, the welcome lady gave a polite gift and said, "Welcome! Sir, please show your membership card."

"I don't have a membership card." Wang Zhuo replied with a smile.

"If you apply for a membership card, please go here." The welcome lady raised her hand and signaled to the service desk.

"When did this rule come out?" Wang Zhuo asked: "How much does it cost to apply for a membership card? If you don't, can you still play here?"

"It only costs ninety-eight yuan to apply for a membership card." Miss Yingbin explained with a professional smile: "Sorry, sir, we only provide services for members. If you do not apply for a membership card, please forgive us for not being able to receive it."

When he heard that he was 98 yuan, Wang Zhuo immediately smiled bitterly and scratched his head. There were only 45 yuan in his pocket, so he couldn't afford it!

Let's take a look! He laughed helplessly, and just about to say goodbye and go downstairs, he suddenly saw a woman wearing a player's vest walking out of a corner gate. Isn't it the former policewoman An Qi?

"An Qi!" He quickly shouted at the top of his throat and waved hard to An Qi.

An Qi, who was lowering her head to tidy up her gloves, stopped in response, turned to look here, was surprised, and walked over quickly.

Wang Zhuo smiled at Miss Yingbin and said, "I'll chat with my friends, so I don't need a membership card, right?"

An Qi, who was walking over, also heard his words. When Miss Yingbin turned to look at her, she nodded slightly, admitting that she knew Wang Zhuo.
Chapter completed!