The rise of the reborn hero

The few people were so absorbed in playing just now. Looking back, Zhao Fengrui immediately recognized who this expressionless young man was, and immediately stood up cautiously.

"Su, Mr. Su."

Waving to indicate to the other party not to be nervous, Su Pingnan took the playing cards handed over by someone and smiled,"Do you need a bonus?"

Zhao Fengrui is an honest person. When he was oppressed by Su Pingnan's momentum, he would only shake his head desperately when he was nervous.

What a joke.

People are curious about how much money Su Pingnan actually has all day long. Although he doesn't know the exact amount, there is no doubt about one thing, that is There are absolutely so many that it's scary.

A little leakage from the cracks between people's fingers can last a lifetime, and the strange luck of losing money when gambling makes Zhao Fengrui dare to play with the lottery. If he loses, it doesn't matter if he jumps out of the car.

Seeing Zhao Fengrui refuse, Su Pingnan smiled and said,"Then I won't play."He doesn't like gambling, and the reason he proposed the lottery was just because he was afraid that the person would refuse. When he heard that he was unwilling, he naturally wouldn't force it.

Su Pingnan began to shuffle the cards, and while he was shuffling the cards, several people around him began to talk about Zhao Fengrui. After hearing about his strange luck, Su Pingnan felt a little unbelievable.

"playing what?"

Su Pingnan shuffled the cards.

He knew a few tricks, which he accidentally learned when he was running around in another time and space, but this time Su Pingnan shuffled the cards normally and put them on the table.

"casual."

Zhao Fengrui swallowed nervously. He didn't know why a big shot like Su Pingnan asked him to play cards, but it really didn't matter to him what he played. Anyway, he always relied on luck.

"good."

Su Pingnan started to deal the cards. He wanted to see if this man named Zhao Fengrui was really as evil as he said.

In the first sentence, Su Pingnan lost.

In the second sentence, the result was the same.

He changed three ways of playing in succession. , the two of them played five games, and Su Pingnan had no victory.

"interesting."

Su Pingnan was really a little surprised. He saw that the opponent did not calculate the cards, and his level was very average. He lost to the opponent because the opponent's cards were too incomprehensible.

"Otherwise, Su finally gave up?"

After winning five games in a row, Zhao Fengrui was a little uneasy, fearing that Su Pingnan would become angry.

Su Pingnan smiled and shook his head, shuffled the cards and signaled Zhao Fengrui to draw first,"Every player has a bigger card."

Su Pingnan cheated this time. He turned the biggest Ace of Spades to the ninth card because he wanted to see if anyone was really lucky enough to be like this. Maybe it was because Su Pingnan's tone and expression seemed serious, and Zhao Fengrui became even more nervous.

Trembling. Zhao Fengrui casually took a card away from his hand without any consideration. Before he could open it, Su Pingnan waved his hand.

"gone."

Nodding towards Zhao Fengrui and the others, Su immediately looked at this ordinary railway employee with some meaningful eyes, feeling that this guy was indeed a bit evil. No need to reveal the mystery, Zhao Fengrui's casual arrest made Su Pingnan very interested. , what he caught in his hand happened to be the ninth card, which was the black card he deliberately shuffled for himself, so he had already lost....

Su Pingnan left just as quickly as he came, leaving only a few people standing there helplessly, looking at each other. Looking at Su Pingnan's back as he walked away, none of them could figure out what kind of madness this Tiannan boss was inexplicably attracted to.

H, Zhao Fengrui opened the carriage door and put down the pedal, shouting at the top of his lungs to maintain order.

Because H is not big, there were far fewer passengers getting off the bus than those getting on, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while....

"Zhao Fengrui?"

A man in a black suit with a height of two meters and a tough look looked at him and said.

"it's me."

Zhao Fengrui nodded. He was still breathing heavily when he spoke.

"Call me after this ride. The man handed him a business card and made a phone call gesture:"You're lucky, the boss thinks you're good.""

After the man finished speaking, he got into a black off-road vehicle under the watchful eye of Zhao Fengrui. Soon the convoy of all black off-road vehicles drove away from his sight. The train started moving slowly, and Zhao Fengrui handed the man who was sitting in the small studio with his hands spread out. His business card.

What caught his eye was a pattern that he felt was extremely arrogant.

A ferocious-looking black dragon was entrenched in the void, and the dragon's two front paws were grasping the earth. A stern feeling came over him.

Below the pattern was a phone number. Number and name.

Jinxiu Group, Du Jiu.....

The train still roars forward, just like life. No matter how you are doing or doing, time never stops for anything.

Four days later, a stooped old man walked out of the long-distance bus station in Eren Town, Chahar District, Prairie Province.

The old man didn't dress like a local, but he spoke an authentic local dialect. After getting off the car, the old man walked alone for a long time in the yellow sand, and finally stopped at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Big brother. The old man pointed to the supply and marketing cooperative and asked another old man squatting in the shelter next door,"This must be the former residence of Lord Buren."

Even though it was morning, the old Mongolian man raised his drunken head, and a trace of surprise flashed through his cloudy eyes,"Yes, it later became a public servant and changed to a supply and marketing cooperative.""

"The gates have all been demolished," old Maitreya sighed. The scene when he first picked up a gun and pulled the trigger on Lord Buren is still vivid in his mind.

"It was demolished long ago."

The old Mongolian replied, while getting up and pouring a glass of wine for the old Maitreya."Listen to what you said, have you been to Eren before?"

The wine was very strong, and it was like fire in my mouth.

After drinking it in one gulp, the old Maitreya breathed a long sigh of relief:"Comfortable."

The old Mongolian man smiled and poured another glass for the old Maitreya. None of them, the plain men, were too old to drink. The old Maitreya raised his glass and did not drink it immediately. Instead, he squinted his eyes and stared at the clouds in the sky. A small town in the yellow sand, sighing leisurely

"Go home".....

From this day on, Eren, a small town of only 6,000 people, had a dying old man.

The old man was rich. He stubbornly paid three times the price to buy a yard 4,300 steps northwest of the supply and marketing cooperative. After that, he seldom went out and seemed very lonely.

Only occasionally in the dead of night, you will hear the old man humming an ancient Mongolian tune in an old and hoarse song.

According to several long-lived old people who are still alive, this was a song that the strongest man in Naadam would sing when he returned home after winning the championship.

No one knows what happened to the old man in his life, whether he had a woman he liked, or whether he had children.

Born here, died here.

Liu Sangou, who left home at the age of eighteen and has been on the run for sixty years, feels that he has completed the reincarnation of his life here. _To read the ununderlined version of the novel, please download Feilu