Reckless Youth of Delinquency

The short mule glared and made a defensive posture: "What are you going to do? This is a golden house!" He thought I was going to sneak attack him.

"Uh." I leaned over and whispered, "Can you borrow some money? Money is a little tight recently. I'll pay you back as soon as I have more money."

An imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of the short mule's mouth and he said, "How much do you want to borrow?"

"one million."

"Hey, one million is a bit too much, right? I'm tight on money, but I don't have that much money."

"Damn it, you just beat me by millions, and you said you have no money?!" I looked fierce.

"Huh? Are you still going to fall out?!" The short mule raised his voice, ready to call the spectators over at any time.

"No." I quickly lowered my voice and said, "You also know my situation. It's really inconvenient these days. Can you lend me some money?" I look like a loser who doesn't recognize his relatives and is crazy about losing. Looks like a gambler. Even in front of the most hated enemy, I can put down my face. There are often such shameless people in the Golden House to borrow money, so it is not unusual for me to be like this.

The short mule looked even more proud. He smiled and said, "Brother, I'm not telling you that you can still be short of money when you are in charge of such a big place. After all, you still can't make money!"

"Oh, it's quite profitable, but I just can't bear the hassle."

"It's quite profitable, but not enough!" The short mule revealed the secret: "If you let my goods go to the south of the city, my monthly income can be increased by at least this amount!" He held out five fingers and spoke in a low voice. Like a tempting devil.

"Really?" My breath was slightly disordered, and my eyes were shining. Now I will do anything for money.

"Of course." The short mule patted me on the shoulder gently: "Brother, I know you have always been biased against me. But, from now on, we can cooperate well, why should we leave such a large amount of money and not earn it? ?”

"Okay." I gasped and said, "Your goods can come in, but you have to pay me a month's advance in advance."

"No problem. Then let's go out and discuss it?"

"good."

"I'll wait for you at the Kaiyuan Restaurant at eight o'clock tonight." The short mule looked excited, thinking that I had finally fallen into his pit.

Little did I know, it was him who fell into my trap.

The short mule came out of the toilet, packed up his things and left in a hurry. And I lingered in the golden house for a while before I left the yard and prepared to leave. When I passed by the suite, I hesitated but didn't go in. Maybe it can be explained in the future, but it's obviously not the right time now. I don't know why Su Beibei gave me the chips. We don't have a deep friendship, do we?

I walked out the door, but I heard someone shouting from behind: "Wang Hao, stop!"

I turned around, and Su Beibei said with a gloomy face: "Come in for a moment."

I didn't know what he meant, so I had no choice but to follow him into the suite. Unexpectedly, Su Beibei did not stop, but continued walking to the small hall inside. The small hall is behind the bar. I don't usually notice it. It should be a place to rest. My heart skipped a beat. Why did Su Beibei ask me to come in? It can't be...no way, she is menstruating now, so she probably doesn't have that thought.

Without having time to think too much, he followed in. The small hall was small and the layout was simple. Su Beibei said to the people inside: "Here we come." Then he stepped aside. I was surprised to find Mr. Rong sitting on the sofa in the back of the small hall.

"Mr. Rong!" I called out in a low voice and quickly walked a few steps in to say hello.

Mr. Rong was sitting upright on the sofa. He still looked like an old man, and his weak body felt like he would collapse at any time. Beside Mr. Rong, Huangfu Guang also stood upright. Seeing me saying hello, Mr. Rong nodded slowly.

I suddenly came to my senses and turned my head to look at Su Beibei. Su Beibei said: "Mr. Rong asked me to give you the chips just now." I felt ashamed and said with a hot face: "Mr. Rong, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"You disappoint me so much." Mr. Rong suddenly spoke, his voice as old as the northwest wind blowing over the cliff, "I thought you were a dependable, diligent and motivated young man, but your performance this month has been really disappointing. Let me down."

I moved my lips, but no words came out. Mr. Rong added: "Gambling is the easiest way to see a person's nature. If you lack even the most basic self-control, you are not qualified to be the overlord of the southern district of the city! Look at the other three, who loses money like Are you so virtuous? Do you know how many people have been watching your jokes in the past month!"

Mr. Rong's criticism was very harsh, and I could only listen obediently, because everything he said was for my own good.

I can't argue with that yet. I can tell that secret to my brothers from the Black Tiger Gang, but I can’t tell it to Mr. Rong.

"I thought you were a talented person..." Mr. Rong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I misjudged the wrong person! Ahem..." He coughed again, Huangfuguang quickly handed over a handkerchief, and Mr. Rong covered it After coughing a few times, bright red blood stained the handkerchief, like red plums blooming in winter. He could cough like this because he was obviously angry with me.

I'm even more confused. My friendship with Mr. Rong is not that deep. Even if I don't perform well, it won't bother him. How could I be so angry? I was puzzled, but Mr. Rong was doing it for my own good after all, so I could only continue to lower my head and listen to his teachings.

"From today on, you are not welcome in the Golden House, nor are you welcome in Wangjiapu! You love gambling, go gamble anywhere, but don't come to me!"

After saying that, Mr. Rong stood up stubbornly and walked forward angrily with his crutches. Huangfu Guang followed quickly behind him. But Mr. Rong walked too slowly, and it took him a full five minutes to get out of this small hall. It was like a year for me standing there. After finally waiting for Mr. Rong to go out, I took a long breath and turned around, only to find that Su Beibei was still standing where he was.

I gave her a helpless smile. Likewise, I can't tell her secrets.

"Brother Hao..." Su Beibei bit his lip gently and said, "Don't gamble anymore. Be a good person and see what you become." It's really strange that a gambling shop owner advises others not to gamble. , just like Gao Qi advises others not to have sex, and the short mule advises others not to take drugs. This is the first time I have seen it in my life. The world is getting weirder and weirder.

However, Mr. Rong's ban on me continuing to appear in Wangjiapu is actually a good thing for me. Today, I achieved my goal and finally successfully connected with the short mule. There is no need to continue gambling and losing money here in the future. On the contrary, it provided me with an excellent reason to quit gambling. I'm really losing money these days, and I still owe almost five million, so I have to find a way to get some extra money.

I smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Rong won't let me come, so where else can I go gambling?"

Su Beibei said sincerely: "Brother Hao, Mr. Rong is very optimistic about you. You must not let him down again."

"Okay." I nodded, and an old man appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't live up to his high expectations for me. This was really...

"Brother Hao, I want to remind you." Su Beibei said seriously: "Mr. Rong will not live long. He hopes to find an heir after he goes west. In addition to inheriting his family business, he will also help him support the family. A big family of people.”

"Huh?!" I felt even more dizzy. Co-author, Mr. Rong wanted to find an heir, so he was very disappointed in me?

"Mr. Rong's life savings are not only a large amount of money, property, and subordinates, but also the contacts, relationships, and qualifications accumulated over decades! This is an unparalleled wealth. Brother Hao, you must grasp it well."

"This...this." I felt like my head was a little big. I didn't say whether I could afford it, but just facing this sudden "high expectation" was unbearable. I had no choice but to change the subject: "What's going on with Mr. Rong's health?"

"Mr. Rong was shot in the chest when he was young." Su Beibei stroked her chest, matching the pair of big breasts on her chest. The posture was very sultry and sexy. "Later, he had surgery to save his life. , but due to the medical conditions at the time, the shrapnel was not completely removed. As time went by, the shrapnel traveled in the body and affected various organs. The doctor concluded that he would not survive for three months."

"Ah? Then why don't you take out these shrapnel?"

"Brother Hao!" Su Beibei said helplessly: "Mr. Rong is already a hundred years old. Which surgeon do you think would dare to take risks?"

I thought for a while and said, "Maybe, I can give it a try."

"You?!" Su Beibei said in surprise: "Are you a surgeon?"

"I'm not, but my friend is." I walked over, patted her arm with the back of my hand and said, "Xiao Bei, I was a little frustrated and crazy earlier. Don't take what I said to heart."

"Hmph, I've seen too many people who are jealous of losing. At that time, I didn't regard you as a human being at all!"

"Hehe, that's good. Let's go. I'll come over if there's any news. You can help me contact Mr. Rong."

After leaving Jinwu, I saw that it was still early, so I went to Tongzilou. Perhaps only Uncle Qi would dare to perform such a difficult operation. I am so angry with Lord Yama, I don’t know if I can make Lord Yama angry to death this time. When I arrived at Uncle Qi's house, I said straight to the point: "Uncle Qi, I want you to help with an operation."

"No!" Uncle Qi almost yelled: "Wang Hao, you have gone too far. Are you treating me as your home hospital?"

"It's Mr. Rong." I said, "He is dying and has only three months to live. I hope you can save him."

Uncle Qi used to be in the underworld. I think he may have heard of Mr. Rong's reputation.

Uncle Qi was stunned for a moment, and his seventy-year-old body began to tremble slightly: "Who are you talking about?"