Brother Ninth looked on inexplicably and felt a little puzzled.

Hei Zai Da is no longer in his casino for two days, so this time, he will show mercy.

Shouldn’t it be that after seeing this handsome Gao Jin...

No reason!

Brother Jiu shook his head gently, smiled in disbelief, and immediately rejected this idea in his mind.

In Xiangjiang, handsome boys and beautiful girls are not a particularly rare species. As long as he has money, Brother Jiu can instantly make the most popular movie stars stand in front of him willingly.

Although Gao Jin is much more handsome than those celebrities, this is not the reason why Hei Zaida deliberately talks nicely.

You know, Hei Zai is so salty that he doesn't like boys, no matter how good-looking they are.

In other words, Hei Zaida is an extremely normal man.

What's more, based on Brother Jiu's understanding of Hei Zaida for more than a year, besides not having very good living habits, this person is always late for rework, is prone to quarrels, blushes from time to time, and shouts greetings whenever he disagrees with someone.

The guest’s ancestors are more than 20 generations...

But he does have a job on his hands.

If it were in a black market casino, which one has the best dice rolling skills, Jiu Ge would dare to bet on the monthly turnover of his casino, Hei Zai Da would dare to be ranked second, and no one would dare to say that he is the first.
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In other words: In the black market casino, Heizida is like a ghost when it comes to rolling dice.

But he is such a person, please explain...

There’s a lot of talking tonight!

No, strictly speaking, there are surprisingly many.

To give a simple example, a few days ago, an uncle named Chen Jincheng came over to challenge Hei Zaida, saying that he didn't believe there was anyone in Xiangjiang who could shake the dice better than him.

It is said that his gambling skills are top-notch, and in less than ten years, he can become the world's gambling king.

Uh...

If all the punters present laugh even for a second, it is a sign of disrespect for this boastful uncle.

Facing such an arrogant and arrogant person, Heizida showed no emotion at all, and his dark and deep eyes did not even blink.

Just like that, he shook the dice gently, slowly placed it on the gaming table, stretched out his right hand gracefully, and without a word...

Chen Jincheng, who was full of murder and ran away, fled.

Any explanation?

The arrogant Uncle Chen Jincheng guessed more than twenty times in a row, but never once did he guess the number in the dice cup.

Not to mention the number, he didn't even dare to guess the size.

Ah this...

People, you still need to be self-aware and know that there is a saying: there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

Brother Jiu still clearly remembers that Hei Zaida barely even opened his lips that time.

Just like dealing with a drunken gambler, there is no contempt or disdain in his eyes.

Just a passerby, just play with him if he wants to, that's all.

Why...

This time...

Facing Gao Jin...

There are not only emotional fluctuations in the eyes, but also a little appreciation.

When heroes meet, they cherish each other?

Ugh!

What kind of hero is Hei Zai Da? He is at most a dice player, and he is enlightened a little earlier than others. Not much, just as big as a fingernail.

As for Gao Jin...

Brother Jiu slowly tilted his head to the right, carefully looked at Gao Jin, who was obscured by Heizida's thick back, and couldn't help but nod silently.

This man, not to mention his attire of a big shot and the comfortable temperament of a person in the upper class of society, but also the cultivation revealed in his every move, he...

A hero in every way.

If there is a god-like figure in the gambling world in the next ten years, it must be Gao Jin.

Don't say anything too early or too full, leave some room, otherwise...

Brother Jiu is not afraid of being slapped in the face if he dares to say this.

Besides, a slap in the face is not meant to hit him in the face.

Ten years later, he is probably already living a leisurely and enjoyable life in a beautiful countryside.

However, at present, he is still more interested in Gao Jin, who not only scared him, but also forced Hei Zaida to talk a lot.

If there is such a possibility, he means if, this Gao Jin has the same fate as the ghost king Da on his right who only knows how to eat melon seeds...

"Hey, Gui Wangda, eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. Let me ask you first, please explain. Have you thought about it when you are full? Come on, how do you recognize this Gao Jin? Please pick up the key points.

Said, no, there are still a few minutes, you can be a little more detailed..."

As a casino owner, Brother Jiu is really worried. On the one hand, he hopes that Hei Zai Da will repel Gao Jin and win back the full 10 million on the gambling table, so that he can sleep peacefully tonight.
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On the other hand, he was a little bit intolerable, or in other words, his strong curiosity was at work. In a certain corner of his heart, he was expecting Gao Jin to turn ten million into forty million in five or six minutes.

, walk up to him and gamble with him, even if he may lose.

It’s very confusing.

What makes him even more unable to calm down is...

The ghost king makes the sound of eating melons and fruits...

It’s so unpleasant!

It was as if he had never eaten anything in his previous life, no, going back several lifetimes.

Uh...

These melon seeds are the cheapest in the market. They have been stored for several years and no one has bought them, so they have to be cleared out and disposed of.

Ugh!

Is now the time to pay attention to whether Ghost King will be fine after eating it?

Gui Wangda didn't notice anything unusual about Zhou Xiaoxing. He didn't even pay much attention to Brother Jiu who was sitting across the table from him. He just concentrated on cracking melon seeds, except...

I feel that the taste of these melon seeds is a little different from what he usually eats, but everything else is normal.

At first, Gui Wangda was suspicious, thinking that these melon seeds might be bargains bought by Brother Jiu, but soon this idea was ruined.

As the boss of a hugely profitable industry, Jiu Ge usually comes into contact with both black and white prominent figures. Here’s an explanation...

What’s more, he eats too much. Even if the melon seeds taste different from what he usually eats, he still...

Too lazy to worry about it.

Eat someone's mouth short.

Seeing that half of the melon seeds had fallen into his stomach, Gui Wangda touched his slightly bulging belly and nodded with satisfaction.

Just when he slowly raised his head, shook his hands inadvertently, and planned to rest for a few seconds before continuing to eat, Brother Jiu's voice with a crooked mouth rang in his ears, without any intention of informing him in advance, which made him nervous.

His body trembled slightly.

There was no expression on Gui Wangda's face, but his heart immediately burst into flames, and he kept cursing: "What are you doing? I don't know. He just ate a round and is digesting it. I don't know if he should pay more attention..."

.Yelling and shouting, I don’t know how important it is to maintain emotional stability for a person who has dozens of younger brothers...

As soon as Brother Jiu asked the same question, he calmed down slightly from scolding his father and mother. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful of melon seeds and placed them safely in front of him.

When telling stories, in addition to talking, you also need to chew something.

When he was eating melon seeds just now, while his hands and mouth were not idle, his brain was also thinking about things.

He was thinking about what the legendary figures he had heard or remembered looked like when they first appeared on the stage of history. Could he just use it as a doctrine...

But...

He used to train and study ancient Chinese boxing techniques. He was either busy competing in competitions to get bonuses, or reading through various boxing techniques and planning to start a sect while he was still famous...

For reading...

With all due respect, if he had that time, he would have taken a copy of Miss Xiangjiang's magazine to the toilet to read it in his pocket...

He doesn’t read many serious biographies, but he does read newspapers and TV shows.

However, media reports are secondary sharing, and it is an industry that requires profit and labor. Those articles and programs are as outrageous as they are.
To be continued...