By the time Hu Biao took the last bus and returned to the second phase construction site of the island country factory, it was already 10:41 in the evening.
On such a large construction site, in addition to the dormitories served as simple rooms, workers can also be seen faintly moving around.
In other areas, there were no ghosts under the bright lights, and it was so quiet that it was a bit scary.
After pushing open the six-person dormitory, Hu Biao could see that it was packed with people. At least a dozen people were gambling around two tables put together.
There was quite a crowd of these guys, and each of them had at least a thousand dollars in front of them. One of the fat guys who made the dealer had a stack of tens of thousands of dollars in front of him.
This is a form of gambling called San Gong. It is common to lose several thousand yuan in one night if you are not lucky.
After seeing Hu Biao push open the door and come in, Fat Zai Cong's eyes suddenly lit up while he was dealing cards.
He greeted warmly: "Coolie Cow, how about we play two games together?"
The voice just fell, and several young workers nearby also echoed: "Yes, let's play a few games together, don't give everyone face."
Fat Zaicong, a short and fat guy, is actually the nephew of Lao Wang, the contractor, and is responsible for the lucrative job of procurement on the construction site.
At the same time, relying on his status as Lao Wang's nephew, this guy often played gambling games on the construction site after work.
Because of some manipulation, Fat Zaicong could say that it was a win out of ten. The only thing that made him a little regretful was that most of the workers on the construction site were from the same village, so he couldn't be too ruthless.
Generally, it's okay for each person to win two to three thousand yuan per month, but you can't win too much. You always have to let people take the leftovers back.
Otherwise, if things get serious, Lao Wang, the contractor, can hang him up and beat him.
Therefore, an outsider like Hu Biao, who earns at least a thousand yuan a day, is obviously the best fat sheep in the eyes of Fatty Cong.
He was even ready to let Hu Biao win a little bit to taste the sweetness in the first few days, and then he could start to deal with cruelty.
After Hu Biao owed him his gambling debt, he could let the famous big animal on this construction site work hard to move bricks for him every day.
Feng Ming left him 100 yuan every day to live on, and used the rest for his own leisure.
As for the question of whether Hu Biao will resist, that's a joke! What are he afraid of with so many mascots and fellow villagers on his construction site?
It's a pity that Hu Biao is not in the mood to play cards with them now; he said smoothly: "No! I don't know how to play cards at all, so I won't participate."
After saying that, Hu Biao rolled up a mat on his bed and walked out of the dormitory.
He didn't notice at all that Fatty Cong's eyes flashed coldly when he was facing his back.
Of course, even if he saw it, he wouldn't take it to heart. What he, Hu Biao, would have to worry about facing in the future are opponents with guns and live ammunition in the mission world.
Does such a local gangster on a construction site really think that the shell gun on his belt is a toy?
It has to be said that when an ordinary person suddenly has a gun in his hand, the psychological change is very huge.
Banning ordinary people from owning firearms is actually a very wise policy...
As the sky gradually darkened, the scorching heat in Maocheng during the day finally dropped a little, but only a little, making the human body very uncomfortable.
Especially in a simple room with six people per room and an iron roof above the head, the stuffy environment is compounded by various smells of sweat and feet.
Most people really can't stand that kind of terrible environment.
Therefore, some workers on construction sites are accustomed to bringing mats and mosquito coils with them at night and finding a vent to sleep on the unfinished construction site.
Therefore, Hu Biao, who went out with a mat, was not worried at all that his absence all night would attract other people's attention.
In this way, Hu Biao would have enough time to work on his own affairs in the wasteland near the construction site.
The actual situation was indeed the same. After finding a place to hide the mat under his arm, Hu Biao easily climbed out of the temporary fence of the construction site and plunged into the wasteland next to it.
During the whole process, the old man guarding the construction site.
He was the distant third uncle of the contractor Lao Wang, and he didn't notice it at all; his eyes were still fixed on the table in front of him and the old movie being played on the TV.
In the picture, the old Japanese Matsui is holding a phone and yelling a classic line in surprise:
"What, Li Xiangyang has entered the city?"
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There was a good moonlight in Maocheng tonight. Hu Biao quickly found a hidden bush in the wasteland by the moonlight.
After getting in, Hu Biao turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone. From a distance, it would be difficult to detect his presence without paying attention.
The only small problem is that there are a little more mosquitoes.
It's just that the current Hu Biao no longer cares about such small details; he finally found an opportunity to play with the little toy he has long desired.
With excitement, Hu Biao took out the close-fitting shell gun.
By the way! It has been several days since I brought this thing back, but for one reason or another, this is the first time that Hu Biao has the thought to play with it seriously.
Because it has been placed close to the body for a long time, the smooth gun body has already been stained with a lot of sweat.
When Hu Biao saw this, he took out a tube of Vaseline from his trouser pocket.
When the Vaseline was taken out, Hu Biao couldn't help but cursed softly in his mouth, "What the hell~"; mainly because it was a tube the size of children's toothpaste, and the ATM actually dared to sell it for 29.9 yuan.
It seems that those passionate men and women make really good money.
After taking out the Vaseline used for human lubrication, Hu Biao planned to search online to see if there was a detailed exploded view of the original C96 Mauser pistol.
Otherwise! With Hu Biao's level, it would be possible to take this thing apart and oil it.
But after oiling, can they be installed completely? Will there be any excess parts left after installation? Hu Biao cannot guarantee these things.
The problem is that when Hu Biaocai was holding the gun with one hand and planning to take photos and search with the other hand.
Suddenly, some magical information clearly appeared in his head. This information included the extremely detailed breakdown and maintenance methods of this original shell gun nicknamed "Big Red Nine".
In such a sudden realization, Hu Biao didn't even look at it. With a burst of rapid movement of his hands, the shell gun was dismantled into a pile of parts.
Afterwards, Hu Biao assembled the shell gun with his hands in a few seconds.
Finally, Hu Biao took the flashlight of his mobile phone and looked at it. There were only a few extra parts on the ground. The posture was as if this thing had been played with in Hu Biao's hands for many years.
More importantly, when Hu Biao turned on the safety and held up the shell gun with his right hand, he had absolute confidence and blew up a street lamp 60 meters away with one shot.
That is to say, if the gunfire goes off, the trouble will be big. Hu Biao didn't really prove it.
There is no doubt that such magical changes were brought about by the book "Primary Mastery of Pistols"...
After lightly wiping the shelling gun with Vaseline, Hu Biao pinned it back on his belt and did not return to the construction site immediately.
Instead, he lit a cigarette and fell down on the grass.
While looking at the beautiful night sky, taking advantage of such a rare free time, I began to think about my future plans:
According to the current rate of making money, it seems that if he carries bricks for another 20 days, he will have relatively sufficient funds to prepare some materials for the mission world.
It’s just that you need to plan carefully what you should buy.
However, Hu Biao had only taken three puffs from a piece of sand in his mouth when a rustling sound came along with the night wind, interrupting Hu Biao's angry train of thought.
When Hu Biao secretly pushed aside some grass, he saw two absolutely unexpected figures approaching.