Chapter 561 Daily life at home (2)

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 561 Daily life at home (2)

I also thought that my father had taken me to a game arcade before. In a small room on the first floor, there were more than a dozen machines, which were crowded with people. I took the game coins and looked at my father and others at a loss.

playing.

At that time, I already had money awareness.

I know that the game currency in my hand is money. It is what my father exchanged for real money. It is money.

My dad gave me a lot of them and asked me to play with them.

I also want to play, but I'm afraid I can't play well and waste the game coins I bought with money.

There was a big brother next to me who asked me: "Do you want me to teach you how to play?"

"Yeah." I thought he was a good person.

But he just wanted to defraud me of the game coins and lecture me, but after I put in the coins, he was playing by himself, and I couldn't understand a word he said, and there might be some swear words.

At that time, after my father finished playing his game and saw that someone else was playing on my game console, he immediately acted like a father and asked the elder brother: "Did you use my daughter's game currency?"

The big brother immediately became anxious. He stood up and apologized while running out: "I'm sorry, uncle. I only used one. I'm sorry."

"snort."

My dad looked back at me and told me, "Don't give money to others casually in the future, you know? It doesn't matter if you play by yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't play well. My money has already been spent, and these game coins can't be exchanged for money."

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But in my eyes, they are still money.

I'm still hesitant whether to play it or not.

Dad saw the crowds and the smoky atmosphere, so he didn't want to stay any longer: "If you don't want to play anymore, let's go. We're going back. Your mother is waiting for us to have dinner."

This should be a true thing, but when I think about it, I don't know whether it is true or not.

I also dreamed that I went up to the second floor. When I was going up, someone called me and asked me loudly: "Hey, what are you going to do?"

I said: "I want to find dad."

At that time, I probably couldn't live without my father.

But my dad is by my side, how could I give game coins to others without asking my dad.

really weird.

At that time, did we really go to the game arcade?

What is the second floor used for?

I have no idea at all.

But I remember that when I came out, I still had a useless game coin in my pocket.

Where to put it?

I have to think carefully, I should still keep it.

The coin was round, the moon at that time was also round, the human feelings were warm, and even under the smoky atmosphere, people could see clearly.

I know that the big brother is not a bad person, he is just playful.

But now, if I hold money in my hand and someone approaches me, I have to be careful.

Nothing else but being wary.

In the past, there were speedsters riding modified motorcycles on the streets. By the way, modified motorcycles were illegal at that time. No wonder modified tricycles are not allowed now.

They grabbed bags, necklaces, mobile phones, and even some money. The modified car was traveling too fast. If the person being robbed was dragged away because he couldn't bear to part with his money, the consequences would be disastrous.

My sister's face was also scratched by them, and she is still angry when she thinks about it.

Now that public security has improved, no one has ever heard of stealing bicycles. The original thief changed his career and stole the batteries of electric bicycles. Although they are not as arrogant as before, there are still a few cases occasionally.

With the development of society, the means of stealing have also kept pace with the times. There is no need to risk death by being a speedster. You can still make a living by stealing some batteries and selling them when no one is around.

But how much can this battery be sold for?

My dad's was stolen, and it would still cost hundreds of dollars to replace it with a new one.

Mom asked dad to install a battery lock.

Dad didn't take it seriously and agreed, but still didn't do it. He thought that such an unfortunate thing would never happen to him again.

Then the thief came again.

This time it was caught on surveillance.

Dad called the police, and the policeman also caught the person who stole the battery. Our old and new batteries were also recovered. Before he could sell the stolen goods, according to his own admission, it was the first time he had done such a thing. He thought

The first time he was born and the second time he was familiar with it, he attacked the same electric car. As for surveillance, he didn't think so much about it. He didn't even know there was such a thing as surveillance. After he was caught, he thought he could go to jail, so he told him,

He was detained for several days and was fined. He was so aggrieved that he cried. He didn't get a penny and was still fined.

Only then did he reveal the truth. He went out to work and his money was stolen by a thief. He was too embarrassed to go home and had no food to eat. He couldn't find a job for a while. He was too embarrassed to ask for food.

Rely on your own efforts to earn some money for food first, and then return the stolen battery money to the person who stole it when you have money later.

"How will I pay it back in the future?" the police uncle asked him.

He confessed honestly: "I memorized the license plate number. I can't find the owner just by having the license plate number."

I asked him to recite it, and he actually recited it.

His father felt sorry for him, so he paid the fine for him and told him not to do such things again after he came out, and he agreed.

The police uncle said he would try to help him contact his family, but he insisted not to do so.

"Then what are you going to do when you get out?"

He couldn't speak. He was silent for a while and then said: "Look for a job."

"Can you find it?"

“It’s possible to find people who provide food and housing, but it’s hard to find people who want food and housing but also want a salary.”

"Don't worry, we'll find one for you."

"Thank you, comrade police."

When my father told me about this incident, I always thought he was making it up. Maybe he just wanted to find an excuse for spending hundreds of dollars more.

But in our family, we have always managed our own money.

There is no such thing as private money.

My mother never cares whether her father wins or loses playing mahjong. Anyway, if he loses, he doesn’t lose her money. If he wins, he will give her some flowers as a bonus.

Why don't you care?

There has to be a reason!

My mother, who cares about everything, actually doesn't care about my father at this point. I don't believe it is for no reason. There must be a reason that we don't know.

As for the battery being stolen, there are indeed two batteries at home, a new one and an old one.

But this doesn't mean that dad didn't lie.

If you want to know the truth of the matter, maybe you can ask the police to find out the truth. If you call the police, there must be a record.

However, if we ask for no reason, the police will not tell us. Doesn’t telling us not reveal privacy?

This thing may be true.

It could also be fake.

We didn't dare to ask because we knew that we were no longer children, and the truth or falsehood was not that important. Dad said it was like this, so that was it.

My mother thinks so too.

Now he not only goes to the chess and card room to gamble, but also downloads a mahjong app on his mobile phone to gamble. I am sure he is gambling, because there is news about the arrival of red envelopes on WeChat every now and then.

A few dollars, dozens of dollars.

Dad deliberately played the voice out just to let us know that he was making money.

But I have noticed that in the end, he still has to transfer the money he received. I don’t know how they play, but I have figured out some rules. There must be a banker here, and the loser

People give their money to the banker, and the banker distributes the money to the winners. That's about it. Otherwise, if no one knows each other, and there is no guarantee, what should we do if we just walk away if we lose too much?

At this time, the banker also has to settle accounts and distribute money. If it is harder, he can share some of the winnings from the winner.

That's probably it.

Therefore, every time dozens and dozens of dollars are deposited into the account, it does not mean that Dad really won that much money.

But my father seemed to be immersed in it, as if he had won all the money. I always felt that something was wrong, but my mother didn't care. When we asked, my father didn't want to say more about his things.

He kept saying: "It's just like playing mahjong in the chess and card room. You can win a little money, so you can rest assured."

rest assured.

If I didn't say the word "rest assured", I might actually be relieved.
Chapter completed!