When Zhang Ben heard me scolding him, he explained to me with great grievance: "Brother, I really don't have any more. When I left, I calculated it in my mind. With the young lady staying the night, we won't survive." It’s more than 20,000 yuan, and I really don’t know how you got so much.”
"Then how the hell is this nearly 80,000 yuan?" I slapped the consumption list on the table.
The cashier looked at me and Zhang Ben speechlessly, and said nothing. Zhang Ben took the consumption list, looked at it carefully, and then said to me: "That's not right, brother, look at the consumption time, foreign wine, red wine, The pangolins and other things were all ordered after we finished the party, and the cigarettes and wine were all ordered in the morning."
When I heard what he said, I took the list and looked at it again, and then asked the cashier: "Can you tell which room this is for?"
"Sir, the consumption after 1 o'clock is 707."
"Who lives in 707?" I frowned and looked at Zhang Ben and asked.
"Il."
Zhang Ben replied.
"Fuck him, let's go to his room." I am a money addict myself. When I heard Zhang Ben say this, I immediately became angry and turned around to go upstairs.
"Sir, sir." Unexpectedly, the cashier called me.
"What's wrong?" I turned around and asked.
"707.708.709. Already checked out..."
“Checked out,.”
I immediately stood there speechless.
"...Sir, look, are you settling the bill now?" the cashier asked.
I touched the 20,000 yuan in my pocket, and my face suddenly became hot. I was silent for a long time and then said, "Oh, I'll go upstairs. My friend may want to play here for a day."
"Okay, sir." The cashier looked at me with a strange look. Of course, this was what I felt.
Immediately, Zhang Ben and I went back to the room and told Lao Xian and Li Hao about the matter.
"Fuck. He. Damn, he sang, and the girls went whoring. That's fine. I'll spend a little more money. But damn, I just went to their room and there were two bottles of wine opened. I didn’t drink much, only half a bottle was left. I had to take ten cartons of cigarettes and half a box of Maotai with me before I left. Isn’t this harmful to people?” The old immortal shivered with anger.
"This thing is so embarrassing. I don't have money to pay the bill for the first time, so I'm waiting for someone to redeem it," Li Hao added with a red face.
"You too, why don't you bring more money?" Lao Xian complained to me with his hands behind his back.
"Fuck, I brought more than 40,000 yuan, and I bought Buddhist beads for more than 20,000 yuan. I thought the remaining 20,000 yuan would be enough for consumption. Who knew they were so useless," I replied angrily.
"Wait, wait for the light to come." The old immortal replied looking up to the sky, then gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely: "Mom, what a B, you have to wait for me because I drank too much that day. Find trouble and deal with it."
In the afternoon, at around two o'clock, Guangming came over with money to pay our bill. He was very dissatisfied. First, it was because we didn't take him with us for drinking. Second, he felt that I spent too much money on this trip, both inside and outside. Wan is just gone.
And I was really holding back my fucking anger. Some time ago, we were living so hard. We saved all the money we had in our hands. After doing soton, I spent some money on bloodletting. This is so fucking good. Going out so much at night almost breaks my heart.
But I was the one who brought up the treat, so I still had nowhere to vent my anger, so I couldn't ask Ah Wei for money.
This is the first time Brother Nan has suffered such a dumb loss since his debut, and he was also tricked by a stupid guy like Yier who has an unqualified IQ. I am so upset...
Back in Yuzhai, Awei was very grateful to me for the arrangement last night, and came over to say hello. I was speechless, gritted my teeth, and said with a sad smile: "It's okay, it's okay, since I said treat Now, you have to be able to afford the money. If you smoke the cigarettes, I will still have them if you don’t have them."
"What cigarette?" Ah Wei asked, stunned.
"Haha, I'll take a call."
I felt that this man was so damn good at pretending that there was no need to keep talking to him, so I made an excuse and went back to the house.
…
A week later, in Kun Li's room.
"Hey, Jun, when can I get the promised money...?" This was the third time Kun Li called to inquire about this matter.
"...I'm a little busy at home, please wait." Zhang Jun was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"Jun, I'm not urging you. Yuzhai spends money every day. More than fifty people are pointing at me for survival. Recently, the public security control in mainland China has been strict. There must be rules for shipping and work. I also It’s very difficult.” Kun Li scratched his nose and said.
"Wait a minute, let me say hello to Brother Ming when I have time." Zhang Jun said in a calm tone.
"Oh well……."
Kun Li thought for a moment and said nothing more, and then the two hung up the phone.
"Mr. Kun Li, the total is only three million, why do you still need to call so many times?" Ah Wei asked in confusion.
"...Look at it."
Kun Li took the laptop and turned it around. Ah Wei stretched his neck and looked at the screen. It was a piece of legal news. It read: "The Secretary of Chongqing City XX made a speech, saying that for companies suspected of violating the law, self-employed Businesses and criminal gangs involved in organized crime must be investigated seriously. Once problems are discovered, they must be dealt with devastatingly. For cadres suspected of violating disciplines in the public security department, they only follow the law and do not show mercy. They secretly and secretly help cadres who violate disciplines to move up and down. Officials, once discovered, will be dealt with strictly..."
"This..." Ah Wei was a little confused when he saw the news.
"They seem to be in trouble... Now they can't protect themselves. I think our financial support may be cut off," Kun Li said with an expressionless expression, dragging his chin.
When Ah Wei heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
…
In Beijing, in the corridor of a private club, Zhang Jun stood there and had just finished answering Kun Li's call.
He was very confused now. The first time Kun Li called to press for payment, he reminded Li Ming sideways that the payment deadline had come, but Li Ming said with a very unclear attitude: "The fog here hasn't cleared yet. Let’s talk about contact with Myanmar later...!”
After Zhang Jun heard Li Ming's words, he kept dragging Kun Li away. Now he couldn't hold on anymore, so he was very worried.
After standing there and thinking for a moment, Zhang Jun took the phone and pushed the door open, about to walk in. However, he put his hand on the handle and looked out of the glass window at Brother Li Ming, who was sitting and drinking with some of his best friends. Chatting over tea, he stopped again.
Li Ming has been very upset recently. Zhang Jun felt that it was a bit inappropriate and selfish to propose an investment in Yuzhai at this time, so he hesitated and let go of the door handle...
…
On the other side, Yuzhai.
Tang Botu's feet stepped into Myanmar again. He hadn't seen them for several months. His crotch was bulging again, and he looked a lot older.
I received a call from him in the afternoon and made an appointment to talk in Yangon. He said that the women there are more suitable for him. I felt that since he could mention women to me, it should be a done deal. So I happily agreed and rushed to Yangon with Lao Xian and Guangming.
…
In Yuzhai, Chaji's house, Nanmanzi and seven or eight people are pushing Chinese-style Pai Gow. Of course, this gambling method was brought in by us, but it is very popular because it is simple and exciting.
Han Dayan got along very well with Nanmanzi, so as soon as Nanmanzi came to take charge of the village, he followed him to watch the fun.
"I'm going to push the five-thousand-dollar deal today."
Nanmanzi smiled and said to everyone.
No one objected, because the life here is very boring. When there is no work to do, you will die of boredom. There are few TVs and almost no entertainment facilities. When they are free, Guangming and Zhiwei cut two wooden sticks by themselves and stabbed them. Potato is playing billiards as his mother.
So everyone gambles here mainly to kill time, and the game is not big. The people who bet money, that is, bet fifty, one hundred, or two hundred, and play until they die. Hundreds of wins and losses.
"Fuck you, can you do it? I broke three times in a row and beat you with 2.5 bars. You should take a break and stop playing."
When Han Dayan saw Nanmanzi losing money, his hands immediately pricked, and he pulled Nanmanzi away, wanting to play a trick for him.
"Did you fucking wash your hands just now when you pooped?" Nanmanzi asked, a little disbelieving.
"You don't even know that since I watched the old immortal poop at close range, I don't even use my hands to wipe my butt..." Han Dayan replied proudly.
"Then how do you do it? Let it dry." Nanmanzi asked curiously.
"Find a sharp stone, rub it twice and it will be clean..." Han Dayan snatched the poker.
"...Oh my god." Nanmanzi slapped his forehead and said with admiration: "He is a well-developed butt."
"Ha ha."
Everyone in the room who was already familiar with Northeastern dialect burst into laughter.
"Bang, bang,."
Just when Han Dayan was about to deal the cards, Yi Er hurriedly walked in, glanced at the table, put his arm around Nanmanzi's shoulders, and bared his yellow teeth and said, "Just having fun."
"Ah, you have something to do." Nanmanzi glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth and stepped back.
"Haha, it's bigger again." Ir pinched Nanmanzi's breasts in a familiar manner, joking in a familiar way.
"If you have something to say, don't be mean to me. I don't like to joke." Nanmanzi pulled away El's palm.
"Haha, okay, no more fuss then."
Yier replied with a smile, lowered his head and glanced at the money on the table, and suddenly said: "Barbarian, please stop playing around. You can lend me these five thousand yuan first... I'll go out to do something." I don’t have enough money, I’ll give it to you later.”
"Fuck, the money on the card table..."
Han Dayan frowned and was about to speak.
"Snapped."
Yi Er grabbed the five thousand dollars on the table and said with a grin: "Thanks, Ang, I'll give it to you when I get back."
After saying that, Yier turned around and walked out the door. Han Dayan and Nanmanzi were stunned for a long time, looking at each other speechless.
"What does he mean, he can't live anymore?" Han Dayan asked in confusion.
"How the hell do I know what he means, El, stop right there."
Nanmanzi threw away the cigarette butt, drew his gun and walked out. He really didn't like to joke, but he was really a little impatient this time.