"Only one thousand two?" Wei Shaobai and Yang Shan widened their eyes, "Wu Tou, why!"

"Why?" After learning that the two of them were coming to advance all their contributions next time, the smiley expression of the people on the stage turned into explicit contempt. "The first time I saw you pitiful, so I borrowed 400 to give you a barely living. Now you are addicted to gambling and have to borrow again? Sorry, there is no such good thing! Mortals still have interest to borrow money! In order to borrow gamble, I'm sorry that you can only give you six hundred yuan. Two hundred yuan is interest, and whether you like to borrow it or not!"

Hearing the words of the people on the stage, Wei Shaobai's face turned pale, but Yang Shan's face suddenly turned red: "Wu Too, you're so--"

Yang Shan was about to have an attack, and looked at the face of the person on the stage and forced himself to hold it back, and said in a muffled voice: "——This, this interest is too much, right? Why don't you pay 700? 6050?"

However, the people on the stage were not moved by Yang Shan's words at all. They lay the tablecloth on their own and stood up to leave. Seeing this, Yang Shan hurriedly grabbed his hand and said repeatedly: "Wu Tou, don't Wu Tou! It's only six hundred, only six hundred!"

The people on the stage looked down at Yang Shan and Wei Shaobai with a look of scum. After a breath, they said coldly: "Take out the jade plaque."

Yang Shan hurriedly handed over the jade token, and eagerly grabbed Wei Shaobai's hesitant hand to present the jade token. The people on the stage watched Yang Shan's clown-like performance indifferently without saying a word, and after turning on his contribution, he left without looking back. Only when he walked past someone leaning against the pillar, he said softly.

“…It’s really a sin.”

"Wu Tou, don't say that." The man leaning against the pillar said with a relaxed look and a bit jokingly, "If I don't commit sins, how can there be a fool for you if I don't do anything wrong.

What about giving money?”

Seeing that the man on the stage left the Pixiang Hall without saying a word, the man leaning against the pillar suddenly straightened up, strode to the stage, and knocked a big guy on the table: "Everyone, it's time to see the real seal again! The big press is big, the sesame presses it and turns into watermelons! The more presses it, the more wins, the little ditch presses it and turns into a big river! The market is opened!"

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This opening player who suddenly became energetic like celery soaked in water was called Lu Bukong. He was not the only person in this small group who had ever played a gambling game, but he was the only person who had never been caught and punished by his superiors. So gradually, Lu Bukong became the only designated dealer among this group.

Amid the shouts of Lu Bukong, some people left silently, but more people gradually gathered over and put the contribution they had just received a moment ago on this high platform.

Wei Shaobai followed Yang Shan to approach the platform, gritted his teeth, and put his hands on the platform with Yang Shan: "Let's press—"

"etc."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this sudden sound. A stranger who had never seen before stood behind everyone. He suddenly pressed Wei Shaobai's shoulder with one hand and broke Wei Shaobai back with a shocked face: "Xiaobai, wait."

"Who are you? Which department and what courtyard are you from!" Lu Bukong was shocked and angry, shouting at the door, "Ming Danggui! How did you guard the door!"

"Ah, I just came in to find someone. I am Xiaobai's friend." Lou Wuchen smiled slightly, took out a letter and pointed at the door and said, "I told the guy at the door that Xiaobai's house has a letter and asked me to hand it over to him."

The figure at the door did not answer, it still looked like

A dumb geese stood there. Lu Bukong cursed in his heart when he saw this, and then said impatiently: "Then hurry up! Let's leave the letter!"

"This, in addition to letters, there are a few words at home that I have to tell him privately." After Lou Wuchen said that, he turned his head and stared at Wei Shaobai: "Xiaobai, come with me."

"Dut-tsk!" Wei Shaobai's face showed a complicated look, "What do you say!"

Seeing that Wei Shaobai had no intention of leaving with him, Lou Wuchen's face darkened, but he still maintained a gentle expression and said, "It's the New Year, everyone in your family miss you very much... Stop betting, go back and see them."

"What do you know! How can I go back empty-handed during the Chinese New Year!" Wei Shaobai irritated and threw Lou Wuchen's hand on his shoulder, "I'm about to win a large contribution to exchange for them with the bottle of Changchun Pill, don't bother me!"

"The Changchun Pill contributed one bottle of three thousand..."

Lou Wuchen looked at Wei Shao’s white and red eyes and thought sadly: Even if you deduct daily practice, if you have not gambled, the contribution you have accumulated so far is almost enough...

Lou Wuchen did not say this. He resisted the urge to drag Xiaobai out directly and continued to persuade: "Your parents don't care about these..."

"I care! I borrowed all my contributions! Only by betting can you make a profit, otherwise you can only lose 200 in vain! Do you understand the contribution of 200?" Wei Shaobai seemed to be angry, "It is his business for the old man to let the Wei family hug your thighs! But don't think about using this to talk to me with the Wei family! If you want to satisfy the old man, go and worship him as your son!"

Wei Shaobai turned his head viciously, slapped the table suddenly, and rushed to Lu Bukong and shouted: "One hundred! Pressure!"
Chapter completed!