You can't grow good jade. "
The man with the blindfold held a magnifying glass, buried his head and carefully observed the surface of the stone, then reached out and wiped it a few times. cut here! He said to the dealer, his voice gloomy.
The people around were attracted by his voice. This speed is too fast. Stone cutting is the most critical part of the entire gambling stone. One knife is poor, and one knife is rich. How much to cut and where to cut is no trivial matter. However, it took him less than a minute to make a decision.
"It is indeed there." Cheng Hanliang said.
The jade cutter lowered the knife along the crack to the right of the center, and the mechanical sound of babble was ruthless, and everyone was eagerly waiting.
"There is, there is!"
"Just right, impartial, still red!"
The crowd boiled, as if there was a champion in the backcountry. There are those who are envious, and there are those who are jealous.
"It's actually Hong Fei." Cheng Hanliang was also interested, "I've only met him once in so many years. It was seven years ago. At that time, I was thinking of being the right blood phoenix, but unfortunately it was half way behind."
Li Langyu expressed his puzzlement at the strange excitement in the room: "Why do you like this kind of opportunistic thing? You know that you lose more and win less, but you still have a fluke mentality." , cannot agree that this gamble is cost-effective.
Cheng Hanliang smiled silently. He didn't choose to persuade, but said lightly, there are things in this world that are worth your risk, even if you lose your money. Betting on stones and betting on stones is not about stones, but people's hearts.
When he said this, Li Langyu just tilted his head to face his eyes, and there seemed to be a huge vortex in those two black and white eyes, engulfing him. Li Langyu trembled suddenly, and the tea in his hand swayed lightly. He inexplicably felt a sense of awe, which reminded him of his father, Fu Pinghui, who also had such power, full of compassion, seeing through but not speaking.
"Then have you lost?" After a long time, he heard such a sentence pop out of his throat.
Cheng Hanliang shook his head, "I've always been lucky, and I've never lost."
This is indeed the truth.
Half an hour later, Wang Fujue came to look for them, Cheng Hanliang looked at his watch, it was time.
The three of them came to the right side of the long table. When they saw Cheng Hanliang, everyone in the venue had an unexpected appearance. They gave up their seats and behaved very respectfully. Only the man who had been betting on Hongfei just now sat in the seat and looked at him coldly. follow him. Wang Fujue told Li Langyu that he was Qian Hu.
"Boss Wang has such a big face, and he has invited Lieutenant General again!"
"Is the fourth master still in battle this year?" People asked him to the reserved seat.
Cheng Hanliang didn't go around in circles, and directly waved to Li Langyu to come closer, "Sit here."
As soon as Li Langyu sat down, the surrounding voices instantly disappeared, as if he had committed a terrible taboo, and the whispers were all discussing.
He frowned and stared at the audience for a whole circle, everyone's expressions were indescribable, only Qian Hu sneered from his nose: "General Cheng, you take a doll and despise me, will you? Too arrogant."
Cheng Hanliang pulled a chair and sat next to Li Langyu, and replied, "I'll take him out to see the world, you can open his eyes."
"Then I'm welcome!"
Qian Hu got up and took a step, sat opposite Li Langyu, took out a revolver, a bullet, and clasped it on the table with a crisp "slap", saying, "Be a witness, don't say that I bullied the small. , since it is Cheng Zhongzhi, I will let this young master have the best time. No matter who is in the queue, it is still the old rules!"
The crowd cheered again, and two or three local ruffian gamblers whistled several times, as if they were waiting for a finale show, and some rich people also flashed a flash of excitement in their eyes. Li Langyu increasingly felt that what happened next was not a good thing.
Qian Hu put the bullet into the gun and turned the bullet wheel a few times at will. He scraped the smirk from his face and replaced it with a commanding contempt, "Boy, 'Russian Roulette', do you dare to play?"
The author says:
1. The part of gambling stones has information for reference
2. Russian roulette originated in the 19th century, and it should have been spread to China after 1970. It is just forcibly advanced for the plot development.
Chapter Eleven
Russian roulette is a gambling game that has emerged in recent years. It originated from abroad. Li Langyu has more or less heard of it. It is bloody and cruel to gamble with life.
"Six chances, let's get one shot at a time, and see who gets the 'ghost bullet' first." If you get the shot, that would be suicide. Qian Hu's nose pouted so high that he swam between the two big nostrils with vicious energy, and popped out like thunder.
"If I don't gamble, what can you do?" Li Langyu raised her beautiful jaw, leaned on the back of the chair easily, and put up Erlang's legs. He didn't believe that this group of gamblers could force people.
Laughter erupted around. Cheng Hanliang also showed a funny look.
Qian Hu said gloomily: "General Cheng didn't tell you, can't you go back after sitting on this chair? Either you gamble, or chop off your hands and feet, leaving your body behind. This is the rule of sitting in a battle!"
Cheng Hanliang did not tell him. He was duped.
Li Langyu's hair was itchy, and an electric current crawled through his entire head. He glanced at the leisurely instigator beside him, who was drinking tea with peace of mind, but Wang Fujue, who kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. If Li Langyu lost, not only would he not be able to get the wool he wanted, Have to contract the bookmaker's damages.
The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is only one way to find a way.
"How to start?"
"Guess first."
At first, the old man standing on the right side of the table had someone bring a pair of dice, and two small white cubes lay in the porcelain plate. Li Langyu randomly guessed a small one. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at Li Langyu in time.
After losing the first game, it was his turn.
Li Langyu picked up the dice, and when he touched it, he found that it was not as smooth as he had imagined. Some of the sides were slightly rough, and there were tiny hairs on the edges. It must have been used many times. Qian Hu closed his eyes, meditated for a while, and suddenly opened his eyes, guessing big.
Li Langyu threw the dice on the plate, a four and a five. lose first mover.
A bad start is a trend for gamblers, and most gamblers believe in it.
The old man struck a gong, and everyone held a heart.
Qian Hu aimed the gun at his temple and put his two fingers on the gun bolt. The people around held their breaths. Li Langyu also looked at him nervously. This was the first time he had witnessed this kind of killing game. Qian Hu didn't know what he was talking about. Some people said that he was borrowing Qi from God. No one can tell the metaphysics of luck. If you believe it, it will work. If you don't believe it, it will not work.
After a long time, suddenly, a "click" sounded and jumped out of the barrel of the gun unpredictably. The onlookers screamed, and several women covered their ears in fright.
The result is - empty bomb!
Li Langyu took a deep breath. Qian Hu frowned, opened his eyes, and slid the gun towards the other side.
"It's your turn." Grimly as if he was reading out his last words.
The black body of the gun was like a thick hemp snake. After Li Langyu grabbed it, it seemed as if his hand had been bitten. Countless wet sweat flowed out of his palm along with the heat. He slowly raised it to the top of his head and closed his eyes, but he didn't shoot. The urging sounds around him became louder and louder, and his heartbeat became faster and faster. There was a tendency for flash floods to erupt on rainy nights. Thousands of thoughts also popped up at this time. For more than 20 years, he thought of many vague faces, one by one, which fell into corpses, and finally his father, whose face was covered in blood, looked at him in the firelight.
There was a suffocating pool in his throat, Li Langyu's chest was so tight that he wanted to vomit, but the sound of thunderous voices kept in his ears, and it seemed to push him to a dead end.
Just when he was undecided, a hand suddenly stretched out on the back of his left hand, and he didn't dislike that it was covered in sweat.
Li Langyu didn't open his eyes, he knew who it was. Everyone was forcing him to die, but only one made tenderness for him. It just so happens that this person is the culprit of the next set, which is also strange.
He suddenly let go of all his precautions and burdens, and pulled the ring of the gun.
It's an empty bomb!
Li Langyu was relieved, a reddish dizziness appeared on his face, his eyes had not seen light for a long time, and he was suddenly dizzy. Cheng Hanliang still held his hand, and Li Langyu just let it go.
The crowd was amazed and sighed. The annual gambling stone formation is always the climax of the audience, and this is what they want. Qian Hu took the third round and clicked the gun door with one finger. Li Langyu hesitantly fired the fourth shot, which was also empty. There are only two chances left, and there will definitely be a bullet, either Qian Hu or him.
Everyone stared at the copper bell, waiting for the decisive game result. Qian Hu's face was serious, his facial features were stiff, and his dark cheeks were even more terrifying at this time. Li Langyu held a heart and did not dare to blink, as if the next second could change rapidly.
He doesn't like the feeling of life and death being held in the hands of others, and now he can only sit back and watch.
Qian Hu suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, and everyone around him retreated as if seeing a bomb, accompanied by the woman's scream.
He snapped his fingers inwards and pulled the bolt off.
"Crack."
empty.
is empty...
After a few seconds, cheers erupted from the venue. "Boss Qian wins!" "Boss Qian wins!"…
Li Langyu stared blankly at the gun, her lips trembling in disbelief. Wang Fujue propped his forehead and shook his head, a look of pain.
Qian Hu said something in the crowd: "Boy, if you want to continue, you are going to kill yourself. Of course, you can also admit defeat, but you may be disabled for the rest of your life."
The voice that has been soaked in smoke is very unpleasant, and it is arrogant, and it can compete with the black donkey kicking people.
"I'm willing to give in to the gamble!" the people shouted, as if to do justice for the sky.
Li Langyushou