Luck in the heavens starts from the Red Mansion

Not many students in ethnic studies have a good temper.

Although the Ning Rong Second Mansion was in decline at this time, its momentum was still astonishing.

Regardless of whether they are children from the clan or children with other surnames who are related by blood, they can get along easily on the street.

Coupled with the possible doting of family members, each of them has a rather domineering temperament.

In clan studies, one should be careful about the opinions of the master and the Jia clan members, and not dare to be too evil.

If their true natures were exposed, they would all be outright brats.

No, Jia Huan led his classmates from the clan school to block the door of Sihai Gambling House on Ningrong Street.

Facing the thugs guarding the gate, Jin Rong, the loser, shouted, and a few primary school students in their early teens immediately came forward aggressively.

Behind him, there were Jia Huan, Jia Cong, Jia Qiang and other Jia family children who did not take action.

Jia Qiang's expression is quite subtle. She is standing at the end with a strange look on her face. She shows no signs of getting ahead and doesn't know what she is thinking.

How could he have imagined that Jia Huan would be so courageous!

After school, he took a group of classmates and ran directly to Sihai Casino to block the door!

Isn't he afraid that the background of Sihai Gambling House is too tough and his teeth will eventually break?

Of course, if Jia Huan is in danger, he cannot just sit idly by.

He himself would not take action, but the servants and long followers who followed him were already ready to take action at any time.

Isn't it just a fight? It seems like no one is afraid.

I just don’t know what role Second Uncle Lian from Rong Mansion played in it?

Except for him, the rest of the Jia family's children are ready to make a move.

There are not many times when you have the opportunity to show off your power at the entrance of Sihai Casino!

The movement here also attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Some guys who like the excitement gathered around subconsciously.

Among them, there were quite a few strong men, watching with great interest.

The gambling thugs who were surrounded by Jin Rong and his men did not dare to make any move at this time.

His face was very stiff at this time, and he was probably so depressed that he cursed his mother.

"Everyone, I don't mean to look down on you!"

A look of flattery appeared on his face that was full of anger: "As a janitor, I don't have the guts to offend you all!"

The tall and strong body bowed slightly, giving off a hint of groveling.

"It's good to know!"

Jin Rong was so proud that he pushed the guy hard and said angrily: "Tell your stewards to come out. Brother Huan has something to say to him!"

"Okay, okay, I'll call our steward right away!"

The gambling shop thug took the opportunity to back away, gave his companion a look that said, "I wish you luck," then turned around and rushed into the gambling house gate.

After a while, a middle-aged lean man hurriedly walked out.

Seeing a group of ethnic studies students blocking the door, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they were probably complaining in their hearts.

"You gentlemen, what are you doing?"

His tone was a little harsh, but combined with his energetic aura, it was still quite oppressive.

After all, he is the manager of a gambling house, so he can be regarded as the number one person on the street.

Naturally, he will not be frightened by the noise made by Jia Huan. How will he manage the gambling house in the future?

"Nothing, just lack of silver flowers recently!"

At this time, Jia Huan swaggered forward and said with a chuckle: "I heard that the Sihai Gambling House is making a lot of money every day, so I came here to play in the autumn wind!"

Then he said with a smile: "How about it, will the manager give you face?"

Give me a head!

The steward's mouth twitched and he looked at Jia Huan with sharp eyes.

If he hadn't known better than to act recklessly, the manager of the casino would have really wanted to give Jia Huan a big mouth.

Damn it, what the hell, the autumn wind hit him on the head?

On second thought, I found it very difficult.

Jia Huan is a little kid who is not as tall as his waist, so naturally he won't take it seriously.

But he had to consider whether someone was secretly inciting these boys from the Jia clan to come and cause trouble, just to muddy the waters?

If you hang around in Xicheng, you will definitely not live long unless you have a good idea.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, the manager smiled and said: "You can give me face if you want!"

"I just don't know, what kind of regulations are you here?"

Jia Huan felt a little weird. The other party was too talkative, right?

Originally, I wanted to let the younger brothers make some noise and finally force the other party to give in.

Unexpectedly, this has just begun and the other party is willing to compromise?

On second thought, he was too lazy to think about anything else and asked directly: "Are there any piers here in the gambling house?"

As a little kid in his early six years, he said such arrogant words, which looked very funny to outsiders.

No, some of the people watching around him couldn't help but chuckle.

However, the person in charge of the gambling house couldn't laugh.

Jia Huan's question made him firm up some speculation in his heart.

As a little kid in his early six years, does he know what it means to pay homage to the pier?

If there is no one behind to guide him, he will take off his head and let others kick it as a ball!

It's a pity that Jia Huan doesn't know what this guy is thinking, otherwise he would definitely tell him not to be so bloody and just exchange the weight of his head for silver. He likes white money.

"I must have paid homage to you!"

The steward of the gambling shop lowered his voice and said urgently: "Little ancestor, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush with me!"

How could Jia Huan listen to him? He thought to himself: "Are you worshiping at the dock in the West Mansion or the East Mansion?"

"It's from Dongfu, it's from Dongfu!"

The steward of the casino almost went berserk, but he still replied depressedly: "It's given according to the rules!"

Since Jia Huan, a little brat, talks in a quackish tone, he might as well follow suit.

"Brother Qiang, come here!"

Jia Huan said hello and called Jia Qiang, who had been shrinking behind, over.

"This is Uncle Qiang, a direct descendant of Dongfu!"

Jia Huan first introduced Jia Qiang's identity, and then asked: "Brother Qiang, this guy said that the gambling house went to Dongfu to pay homage to the dock. You are often in front of Brother Zhen, have you heard about it?"

"I never heard Uncle Zhen say that!"

Jia Qiang shook her head and said, "I didn't even hear Uncle Zhen mention Sihai Gambling House!"

"Manager, did you hear that?"

Jia Huan's eyes widened angrily and he said unhappily: "You don't think I'm young enough to talk nonsense?"

With a wave of his little hand, the ethnic studies students who had been prepared suddenly gathered around him aggressively.

Judging from their eagerness to try, there are clear signs of a disagreement and a fight.

With Brother Huan taking the lead, they are not afraid of being punished later.

"How can it be?"

Seeing that the Ethnology students were ready to take action, the manager of the gambling shop suddenly became anxious: "Every year, Butler Lai Er of Dongfu takes away thousands of taels of silver in dividends from the gambling house!"

If this really happened, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Brother Huan, brother Huan, don't cheat me!"

At this moment, Jia Lian appeared out of nowhere, shouting loudly with a panic look on his face.