Soon, Zhou Dongsheng and Qiu Zijian drove their electric cars to their destination, a community called Xintiandi, and soon saw Deng Bin's Audi A4 parked in front of a building.
Parking the electric car casually aside, the two of them walked upstairs, honked the floor horn at the entrance control, and soon Xu Yun's voice came out.
"Open the door, we're here." Qiu Zijian said.
As soon as the "Didi" door control sounded, Zhou Dongsheng opened the door, and the two of them walked upstairs. When they arrived at the third floor and opened the door, it was already extremely lively inside.
There were several people sitting in the living room, including Deng Bin and several men, sitting and chatting at this time.
"Brazil will definitely win the World Cup tonight. The suspense lies in how many goals they win." Deng Bin said comfortably while lying on the sofa.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If Brazil loses, I'll treat you to midnight snacks for a month." A dark-skinned young man said.
"When Guozi said this, I was looking forward to Brazil losing, hahaha..."
Except for Deng Bin and Guo Tsai, Zhou Dongsheng couldn't recognize the others, but it would definitely not be wrong to call them brother.
The two of them found a place to sit down, while several women in the kitchen were busy with dinner. Qiu Zijian impatiently interrupted and asked: "How much does Brazil pay for 1 if it wins?"
"Hey, Abin, this little brother of yours has really been led astray by you. It's only been a few months now. I've smoked a lot and drank a lot. What's wrong with gambling..." An old man smiled narrowly and said,
He said while pinching his fingers.
"This has nothing to do with me. He is completely self-taught. If you are interested, just take him to eat meat." Deng Bin looked helpless.
"That's good, the little chicken might even be able to receive red envelopes, hahaha..."
Everyone was having fun with Qiu Zijian, but Qiu Zijian was not annoyed and still asked about the odds with great interest.
"Hey, how much spare money do you have? Just buy it directly from Brother Tao. If you win, you'll be compensated. If you lose, don't try to cheat. How about it?" an old man said in a bewildering way.
Qiu Zijian had a look on his face, obviously unable to resist this temptation, and after a while, they returned to the topic.
"How should I say? We won a few goals tonight. I think the first game will be a warm-up, 2-0 or 2-1."
"You underestimate five-star Brazil, right? With Neymar here, Brazil is the champion this year. I think 3-0 is definitely possible."
"Then I'll neutralize it. I'll give Brazil 3-1 for 100 yuan. How about it? If I win, I'll treat you to a supper." Deng Bin pushed up his glasses and revealed the secret.
"Hey, I'm going to bet 100 yuan on Croatia's upset. The odds are 11 to 1, and the game is heart-beating."
When he heard the odds, Qiu Zijian's eyes lit up, "I want to beat Croatia too, for fifty yuan!"
Obviously Qiu Zijian is someone who doesn't understand football at all. He was moved simply by hearing the odds, and his words also made the whole room burst into laughter.
Qiu Zijian was extremely serious and took out a handful of money from his pocket. Except for one sheet worth fifty yuan, there were only one sheet worth ten yuan and a few worth one yuan.
"Brother Tao, come on, here is my fifty yuan." After saying that, he handed it over.
"Think carefully, fifty yuan is enough for you to smoke several packs of cigarettes." Brother Tao advised cheerfully.
"What are you afraid of? If I win, I will smoke Zhonghua. If I lose, I can still smoke Peony." As he spoke, Qiu Zijian also looked at several packs of Zhonghua cigarettes on the coffee table.
"Okay, if you are brave, I will give you a cigarette first. If you win tonight, you will have a Chinese cigarette tomorrow." Brother Tao picked up the Chinese cigarette on the coffee table and spread it around.
Deng Bin lit up his cigarette without stopping, looking at Qiu Zijian with a smile, looking forward to what kind of expression this face would have tomorrow?
Several other people also looked at Qiu Zijian for fun, and the dark-skinned Guozai turned around and asked Zhou Dongsheng.
"How about it, are you interested in buying some Dongsheng? Brother Guo will be the banker for you, and you'll be compensated."
Zhou Dongsheng smiled shyly, "If I can't stand Brother Guo, I'll just watch the fun."
Although these bosses would not waste their small capital, Zhou Dongsheng still chose regular sports betting software. After all, he did not just buy it this time.
Tonight's is just an appetizer, the real main course is yet to come. I just don't know what the odds of 7-1 are?
"This kid is still honest. By the way, Abin, why didn't you see your brother?" Guozi then remembered that there was someone missing.
"I guess I played games at home for another day..." When he mentioned his younger brother, Deng Bin showed an indescribable expression.
"Hahaha, your brother is better off. With his parents doting on him and your brother supporting him, it would be nice to be half as comfortable as him."
"Don't mention it, I have a headache." Deng Bin said helplessly.
Zhou Dongsheng on the side then remembered that his boss also had a younger brother who was lazy, idle, and had a very bad personality. He often looked for something to do...
"It's time to eat, it's time to clear the table."
"Okay, let's play a few rounds of mahjong after dinner. You were lucky last night. You touched a thirteen-year-old and ran away. I'll make you vomit it tonight." The dark-skinned Guozai said fiercely.
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"The shipwreck country is talking nonsense again. Every time you say this, you will be the one who sinks the ship in the end!" Brother Tao laughed.
"I don't care, I have to watch the ball anyway and play casually." Deng Bin smiled with an indifferent look on his face.
On the side, Qiu Zijian looked yearning. He could watch football and play mahjong, happily staying up all night and sleeping until midnight. The life of the bosses was so desirable.
Zhou Dongsheng remembered that he once worked hard towards such a life. Although he did not reach such a height in the end, he heard from his relatives that the Deng Bin family sold their property in Chuncheng to pay off debts and went home to work.
This also made Zhou Dongsheng suddenly understand a saying circulating on the Internet: "The price of a gift from fate has already been marked in secret."
In the words of our ancestors, it is relatively simple: one is born in sorrow and dies in happiness.
After eating, Zhou Dongsheng took Xu Yun home first. Qiu Zijian ran away again after eating, probably looking for another Internet cafe to play.
Naturally, Deng Bin and his sister-in-law would not go home so early. After all, they were not hardworking workers who had to get up in the morning to open a shop.
When I got home, the lights were bright, and when I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of instant noodles, and a fat figure ran out of the back room barefoot.
"Hey, you guys are back? Where are my brother and the others?" He scratched his head as he spoke. His fat face was shiny and covered with acne. His eyes were narrowed behind the lenses, which made him look very uncomfortable.
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Completely opposite to Deng Bin's bookishness, this is Deng Bin's younger brother, Deng Rong.
Compared with Deng Bin, who has a successful career, Deng Rong is a completely negative example, because he is the youngest son in the family, his parents dote on him, and he is protected by his elder brother. The only word in his carefree mind is playing.
"They are at Brother Guo's place. I'm going to take a shower first." Xu Yun responded casually.
"Oh, it's just right. Dongsheng, please help me buy something. I'm too lazy to go down." Deng Rong called as a matter of course.
"I'm tired after a long day of work. You can go alone." Zhou Dongsheng spread his hands and wanted to walk inside.
I also thought of a series of weird things about this guy. Apart from being lazy and being lazy, he always liked to go to the store and give directions to others.
Perhaps in his eyes, he is the boss's biological brother, which can be regarded as half the boss, while Zhou Dongsheng and Qiu Zijian are just two wage earners, who can do whatever they want.
Qiu Zijian had conflicts with Deng Rong more than once, but due to the disparity in size, he was always bullied by Deng Rong. Deng Rong also enjoyed this feeling of bullying others.
This is one of the reasons why Qiu Zijian always likes to sneak out at night. Can't he afford to hide if he can't offend him?
But now that Qiu Zijian was away, Zhou Dongsheng became a target.
"Huh? I can't call you, can you? Can you help me buy something?" Deng Rong grabbed Zhou Dongsheng's arm and said in a bad tone.
"You really can't call me, let go of your hand." Zhou Dongsheng looked down at Deng Rong, who was a whole head shorter than him, without any fear.
Zhou Dongsheng, who was 1.83 meters tall, looked down at Deng Rong. Deng Rong was struck by the momentum and subconsciously let go of his hand.
In his previous life, Zhou Dongsheng, who had an honest personality, was in awe of the identity of his boss's younger brother and relied on others. He suffered a lot with such an idea.
But now Zhou Dongsheng really doesn't take this straw bag in his eyes. With a salary of more than a thousand yuan, do you still expect to be a cow or a horse?
As long as Deng Rong dared to take action, Zhou Dongsheng would not mind giving him a beating to make him feel cowardly and angry in his previous life, but it was a pity that Deng Rong did not have the courage.
Zhou Dongsheng turned around and returned to his room with great regret.
"What's going on with this kid? Why is he so tough all of a sudden?" Deng Rong muttered, looking a little stunned.
Deng Rong, who is used to pinching soft persimmons, was a bit shaken by Zhou Dongsheng's sudden toughness. Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise wouldn't he be embarrassed and lose his fortune?
Deng Rong returned to his room angrily and didn't want to buy anything anymore. After a while, the sound of gunfire rang out in the room. He seemed to find it unsatisfactory and deliberately turned up the sound...
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ps: The social worker took some time out of his busy life to type out a chapter on his phone. If we can sign a contract, we will work hard to write more!
