I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

This f * cking thing … It was too exciting!    

It was the first time in his life that he had seen a loss of 18,000 yuan. His sister, who only had her own family to support, the vice president of the Bi Tian International Market, only had a basic salary of about 20,000 yuan a month. This card of his had won her almost an entire month's salary!    

Could it be that he was going to massacre everyone here tonight?    

With this thought in mind, Chen Hai quickly calmed himself down. He told himself to be steady, to not lose himself in the process.    

For the next few rounds, his luck was quite good. Except for the two Little Ping Hu, the rest were all on hand.    

However, even if it was a plain beard, 500 RMB per person, the three of them would still lose 1500 RMB to him. Soon, Chen Hai lowered his head and looked at his drawer, grinning from ear to ear.    

120 thousand...    

How long has it been …    

A few days ago, he thought happily, he had seen a car, Mazda Attes, which, of course, was not a good car.    

With a car, Chen Hai felt that he would be considered a top figure in the future. At the very least, if he went out to play again, he would at least be considered a bad character.    

In Tianhai City, there was an art institute where there were many beautiful girls and students. Chen Hai had heard that once you parked your car in front of the school in the evening and had a bottle of drinks on the roof, a beauty would get on the car and follow you.    

But the premise is, you have to have a car, don't you?    

Chen Hai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he felt that such a life wasn't far from his reach.    

Only a few cards away.    

The veterans on the mahjong table all had one characteristic: the first four laps could be considered a warm-up, while the fourth to eighth laps were for excitement. After eight laps, they gradually began to tire.    

On the sixth lap, Chen Hai checked the drawer's amount of money. It was one hundred and eighty thousand yuan!    

Aiyo, I'm going to rub it …    

Nu Nu, continue to work hard!    

It was only fifty to sixty thousand dollars away from the new car!    

At this time, his luck was still one-sided. His family had won, and the three families had lost.    

At the end of the game, it was still Chen Haihu. He had a flat beard and took in three players for a total of 1500 players. Suddenly, Wang Kai said, "How about we finish it here?"    

"Hmm? "What do you mean?" Wang Gang squeezed out a question from his nose.    

Wang Kai said, "Second Uncle, my friend here is usually short on money, so it's not easy for him to win some money. Let's just disperse. Besides, if we continue to play, it's him who wins." Look at him, what kind of luck has he gotten? "    

Wang Gang nodded his head, showing that he did not care about the outcome of the match. He patted Chen Hai on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Young man, your luck is good, and your card skills are also good. Congratulations." "If there's a next time, I'll still bring you out to play."    

Chen Hai panicked a little.    

Don't, I said!    

Let me win a few more, the money to buy a car will live. At this time, isn't the end of the game purposely "geji" me?    

"Inside... Hehe, Young Master Wang, Second Uncle, it's already been six laps, it's not missing two laps.    

Wang Kai and Wang Gang looked at each other before shrugging helplessly. "Fine, since you've won comfortably, I'll let you win a little more. Finish the eight laps then."    

"Alright, alright." Chen Hai was unable to contain his joy. In his heart, he thanked this brother-in-law of his from head to toe.    

The mahjong continued.    

This time, Chen Hai had lost.    

However, he didn't lose much. In his early 2000 year, he didn't care too much about it. It was just a game of cards.    

Just as he thought this, he lost the next round.    

Wang Gang wins, Chen Hai points the gun, 13, 88 …    

This time, he lost 40 thousand and the other two families didn't have any debts.    

When Chen Hai took out the money from the drawer, his arm felt a little weak. He gritted his teeth and told himself that it was nothing, he could win it back in a while.    

Unfortunately, he was unable to win it back.    

Next, luck seemed to have shifted to Wang Gang's side. Previously, Chen Hai had played a lot of cards, but now, Wang Gang had played a lot of cards. Nine, four, four, four, four … 64 moves, 88 moves, even a blooming undersea bar, 332 moves of cards …    

Chen Hai had lost all his money in the drawer several times before, and his face was the color of a pig's liver.    

But Wang Gang's words woke him up to his dream of turning the tables. Wang Gang said: "You don't have any money? How about I lend you some? Just make an IOU and you won't have to be in a hurry to return it. We're all on the same side, so there's no need to be serious. "    

Chen Hai finally believed it.    

Not only did he believe Wang Gang's words, he also believed that he could turn the tides. Any gambler who had this kind of confidence was hopeless.    

"… …"    

4 AM, Twilight.    

In addition to the rattle of mahjong cards, there was only the hum of the air-conditioner, and the occasional early bird outside, chirping once and then returning to silence.    

Chen Hai, with his two dark circles under his eyes, looked like he had lost his soul. His playing style had become rigid and mechanical.    

Wang Gang's family had won. It was the three families that won, and Chen Hai's family that lost.    

"Heh —" Wang Gang yawned and pushed his cards away. "I'm not going to play anymore. I'm going to find a room to sleep in."    

Chen Hai looked at the drawer blankly. There was no money in it, not a single cent. Instead, it was replaced by a pile of promissory notes.    

Chen Hai took out these promissory notes with a deadpan expression and counted them one by one …    

I owe 2.6 million...    

"Little Zhang, go to the front desk and get two rooms. Each of us will take one room." Wang Gang said to Zhang He.    

"Okay, Brother Wang"    

Zhang He looked at Chen Hai and sneered at him as if he was looking at trash. Then he went downstairs to get a room.    

Chen Hai didn't notice that he was staring at the stack of promissory notes in a daze.    

After the room was booked, Zhang He came back and said to Wang Gang, "Brother Wang, we've been playing all night. Let's go rest."    

"Alright." Wang Gang stood up and stretched. He turned his head to look at Chen Hai's dazed expression and suddenly laughed, "Young man, what's wrong? And you still have money and pressure? "    

"I …" "This …" Chen Hai raised his head. There was no focus in his eyes.    

Wang Gang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be anxious. Since you are Wang Kai's friend, I can't just ignore my nephew's face and force you to return the money." "How about this, these promissory notes, I'll invalidate them for you."    

"Really?!" Chen Hai seemed to have come to life as his eyes returned to life.    

"But." Wang Gang said, "I can't play all night for nothing. If you don't want to pay me back, then I will have to work hard for nothing."    

Then, Wang Gang took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said: "This is a $100 thousand promissory note, just sign this."    

2.6 million to 100 thousand. If Chen Hai can accept it, he must!    

It was only 100 thousand. If he were to go back and pretend to be pitiful and cry, that old woman would definitely not sit by idly while he kowtowed and kowtowed a few times.    

Chen Hai believed that with the 100 thousand, Chen Yu Rou would be able to afford it.    

Therefore, while he was saying "Thank you, Second Uncle, thank you very much", he could not wait to sign his name on the paper. As for the other content printed on the paper, he was in no mood to read it.    

After signing, Wang Gang put the note away, folded it, put it in his pocket and stretched once more.    

"I can't do it anymore, go to sleep. Heh …" Little Kai, Little Zhang, let's go. "