Teacher Su himself put on his teaching hat and respected himself: "Of course the teacher knows, come here, come and eat!"
"..." Today's class teacher was weird from beginning to end.
Feng Xiulan couldn't remember the last time he had dinner with someone at the same table. He thought he would be very repulsed and uncomfortable, but sitting at the dining table felt fine. Even though the conversation was so sterile, he didn't turn around and leave.
After finishing the meal, Feng Xiulan saw Su Jinglin put on her clothes and was about to leave, so she said in a rare blunt voice: "Didn't you say I would keep you here for a few days?"
Tan Zhao was struggling with his plaster arm. Hearing this, a big smile appeared on his face: "I'm so full. Let's go for a walk. Do you want to come with me, Mr. Feng?"
"...I won't go." Feng Xiulan said, then turned around and left the living room indifferently.
It's completely dark outside. Unlike ancient times, modern people's nightlife has just begun. They go shopping, watch movies, or drink and club. Tan Zhao is walking on the road, looking at the neon flashing at night, which is a bit strange.
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Following his memory, Tan Zhao came to the underground casino where Su Jinglin lost 1.3 million.
As Xiao Feng said, robbing banks is illegal in China, as is gambling and opening casinos. This underground casino is located on the edge of the old district of Hong Kong, and the sign outside is a teahouse called Aying Tea House.
Tan Zhao stood at the simple doorway, glanced at the sign, and stepped inside.
Su Jinglin is a "regular customer" with a pot head and black-rimmed glasses. Sister Ying at the front desk recognizes him. Because she recognizes him, she also knows that he owes a loan shark of 1.3 million to the casino: "Have you raised the money?"
Generally speaking, underground casinos work part-time as loan sharks. After all, some people gamble until they get excited and don’t have enough money. Doesn’t this affect the casino’s KPI? It can be said to perfectly fit the psychology of gamblers.
"Sister Ying, I'm lucky today. I can make a comeback. You just need to lend me another ten thousand, no, five thousand..."
After hearing these words, Sister Ying rolled her eyes in her heart. She came here to gamble. Ten out of ten people said the same thing. Even her arm was in a plaster and she still wanted to gamble. Tsk: "This can't be done. Our casino
There are casino rules. If you pay back the money, we can talk about anything."
"Then... I'll bet one last time, I have money!" Tan Zhao said, taking out a crumpled three hundred yuan from his trouser pocket. Well, it was all his belongings now.
When Sister Ying saw it, she originally wanted to refuse, but she had not had much fun in recent days, so she suddenly changed her mind: "Okay, Sister Ying is kind-hearted today, let's go in."
Tan Zhao nodded "gratefully", thinking that this person was really "kind", so kind that he would suck a person's bone marrow dry.
After entering the store, you have to go through several "security checks". If you are a newbie, you will be watched, but Su Jinglin is not, so you quickly entered the casino.
At this point, there are already a lot of people in the casino. As for what to gamble on, there are not too many varieties of dice and cards, but there are people at every table.
Before entering, Tan Zhao had already changed the weights, one hundred and one, and he only had a pitiful three in his hand.
Hey, this is all his possessions now.
Tan Zhao took all his belongings and walked around every gambling table. One of his arms was still in a cast and he came to gamble even though he was injured. He was very conspicuous. Some gamblers even teased him. He waited for almost half an hour.
, there were more people, so he sat down at the large and small gambling table.
The so-called bet, according to one of his former friends named Lu, is to see whether your ability to make a fortune is strong enough.
As long as no one notices that you have lost money, you are lucky.
Gambling is all about "luck".
"Luck" means half and half. The dealers who walked around here were all doing little things. It's so-called back and forth but it's rude. Tan Zhao put three weights on the word "big" and did it a little bit.
A little action.
"Let me tell you, I'm lucky tonight!"
When gamblers win money, they naturally want to be as happy as "surviving a desperate situation."
Especially for gamblers like Su Jinglin who were already on the precipice, Tan Zhao started by betting big and small, singing all the way, doubling his money, three hundred to six hundred, six hundred to one thousand and two, and won twelve games in a row.
, there are 1.22 million weights.
As long as he wins one more time, he will not only be able to pay off his debts, but also become a millionaire immediately, which is wonderful to think about.
But obviously, the casino is not willing to let him continue singing.
Although the gamblers were making noises, Tan Zhao was still "invited" to the hut next to him. Looking at the large and small surveillance videos in the hut, Tan Zhao felt confident at all.
"What are you doing! Why don't you let me continue gambling! I'm lucky now, but if I get unlucky later, will you compensate me?"
Tan Zhao's attitude is a little tough, but he is obviously not a fool in society. The people in the upper positions are obviously ready to manipulate him. After all, Su Jinglin is an orphan with no money and status, so it should not be too easy to manipulate him.
"Teacher Su, you are a high school teacher who teaches and educates people. There is no point in gambling for thousands, right?" The person above is a fair and fat middle-aged man. Although his eyes are small, they are poisonous.
This is obviously a threat, but Tan has no money-making skills, so he can only find ways to make up for it. Since the wool comes from the sheep, he can only choose to harvest the wool: "Do you have evidence? I didn't pay a thousand dollars, you want me to
With this method, I owe your casino so much money!"
...There is indeed some truth to this.
But those who work in casinos are never unreasonable. If you have money, you should talk about money, but if you don’t have money, you should use fists. Want to use the casino money for free? Brother Hu, a fat middle-aged man, decided to give the young stupid teacher a beating from society.
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However, five minutes later, he found that this social beating... fell on him.
Tan Zhao had just come from the world of martial arts, and he still had a strong sense of martial arts in him. He felt that although he wanted to be civilized and establish new practices, others did not allow him and insisted on using fists with him, so he could only reluctantly move his fists.
System: ...Host, you are moving your feet.
Looking at the social people in the place, Tan Zhao leaned against the door, his attitude could be called contemptuous: "As for me, although I am just a poor teacher with no money and no power, I can't bear the grievance of being slandered.
You can pay a thousand dollars, but show me evidence. If you don’t have evidence, I can sue you for defamation~"
This is so bullying. Is this still the easy-to-deceive Su Jinglin?!
The fat middle-aged man couldn't help being frightened. He had already pressed the intercom on his waist. Tan Zhao saw it but ignored it. To be honest, even if he had no internal strength now, he could give up his hands to such a thug.
Kill a hundred worthy ones.
Soon, seeing twice as many people lying on the ground, Brother Tiger's double chin became even deeper.
"How about it? I don't have a thousand dollars and I have some leverage. In one sentence, are you still allowed to gamble?"
God knows, casinos have always welcomed gamblers to gamble. This was the first time that Brother Hu didn't want to gamble alone. In fact, he didn't see the other party gambling just now. Thinking of this, he became cruel and said: "Bet, I'll bet with you."
You bet!"
Tan Zhaoyin's eyes lit up under the lid, waiting for your words: "Okay, what are you betting on?"
Facts have proved that it doesn't matter what you bet on, as long as you are smart enough, you are lucky. In this round, Tan Zhao's "luck" is still surprisingly good.
"Chengzheng, I won." He smiled, showing his big white teeth.
Brother Hu looked at the cards and couldn't believe it: "You..."
"What am I? You're not going to deny it, are you?" Tan Zhao paused, stood up and said, "A total of 2,457,600, after deducting my debt of 1.3 million, there is still another 100,000.
It's more than ten thousand. What can I do if I have this money? In fact, I don't mind coming to your casino every night to make a fuss. Anyway, I'm alone. I don't have money, but I have my life. What's the money for the People's Teacher?
It’s comparable to a million, don’t you think, Brother Hu?”
Brother Hu actually felt speechless.
He is an orphan, and he has made it clear that he doesn't care about the dead salary. For the first time, he discovered that Su Jinglin is so good at fighting. You are so good at fighting, why didn't you show it earlier!
But if he were asked to choose between one million and a poor teacher, he... would also choose the former.
Brother Tiger was really in trouble now, and he even started to complain about Yingzi, a bitch, for letting someone in.
In the end, Tan not only destroyed the IOU, but even left the casino with a huge sum of money.
Of course, after he left, he passed through a dark alley and was "naturally" surrounded by a group of people holding knives.
We are all civilized people. It is not good to use knives or sticks. He is still wearing a plaster, which is simply bullying.
Tan bullied him back "as a matter of course".
Passing by a fundraising agency, Tan Zhao put a huge sum of money into the donation box, and also used the phone booth at the door to call 110. Alas, he felt that the red scarf on his chest was getting brighter and brighter.
After donating the money, Mr. Tan became a poor teacher with a net worth of 300 yuan. He had a late-night snack at a street food stall and then went to Feng Xiaotong's home.
But before he reached the gate of the community, he heard the sound of someone fighting again.
"Classmate Feng, it's you again."
Tan Zhao then realized that Classmate Feng was also quite fierce in fighting. Although it was difficult for him to fight with two fists, his posture was still there.
"It's you nosy again, brothers, come on!"
Only then did Tan Zhao realize that six people were surrounding Classmate Feng, twice as many as the three during the day. Did he offend someone?
"He is my student and bullying others under my nose is not okay."
Feng Xiulan was just about to speak out and let people run away, but before he could say "run", all the people who were besieging him fell down. Only one standing with a stick was trembling, and he obviously did not dare to step forward.
Tan Zhao recognized the "junior" who wanted to hit his right hand during the day: "Don't you want to fight?"
As soon as he finished speaking, this "junior" dropped his stick, picked up his brother, and left quickly, running faster than during the day.
He is indeed a "hero". Tan Zhao turned around and looked at Feng Xiulan who was leaning in the alley:
"Classmate Feng, you are also a senior in high school. If you are not at home doing homework late at night, you come out to fight. This is not good."
There was still shock in Feng Xiulan's pupils, but this did not prevent him from saying back: "Teacher Su, you didn't give me your homework."