After Major Wang sent Han Li away, his smiling face slowly turned cold. He spat roughly toward the door, and then slowly sat back on the leather sofa with his fat belly.
He rubbed his greasy fingers contemptuously and cursed under his breath:
"I don't know how generous this little brat is. If he doesn't have some use value, he still dares to pretend to be a boss in front of me... Bah!"
The confidant who was standing by waiting took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice respectfully: "Well, Mr. Zhang, does the kid who just came to the venue to win money want...?"
Mr. Zhang picked up the whiskey on the table, poured himself a small half glass, and said casually while sipping:
"Don't worry about him. He just took away 400,000 yuan. And judging from the fact that he is just trying to get lucky, he will just lose whatever he earns. If he comes again next time, take him to the water table and see if I don't let him Spit it all out."
A watered table is the lingo of a casino, which means a gaming table that has been tampered with. Anyone who gets on it will lose eight out of ten games.
At this moment, the door outside was pushed open, and a thin man with a long face walked in from the corridor. He happened to hear the second half of Mr. Zhang's words.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the monitor fixed on the young man who won the money. He was stunned for a moment, then turned to Mr. Zhang who was still sipping whiskey and cursed:
"You idiot!"
Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and replied a little aggrievedly: "Third cousin, why are you scolding me?"
The man who was called the third cousin was very angry: "I asked you to come to this remote small place to run a business to train your vision. I see that you haven't done anything useful except eating, drinking and having fun. You Look at this guy’s chip count, how much did he win and how much did he take away?”
Mr. Zhang frowned, turned around and asked his confidants to retrieve all the data after the man came to the casino just now.
The principal was one hundred yuan, and within ten minutes I made a profit of eight hundred and twenty-four thousand and five hundred yuan. The amount of chips exchanged when I left was...
Four hundred and twelve thousand two hundred dollars.
Excluding the principal, that's exactly half the amount earned.
And 450,000 is the dividing line of money earned by individual players when they leave the casino, because once the casino loses above this line, the informants below will report this person to their superiors, and the casino management will make a decision Whether any "action" was taken against him.
And this person is not only very familiar with the unspoken rules of the casino, but also his skills are probably extremely high, and the subsequent loss of money is probably what he expected, just to not attract attention, and if he didn't happen to be knowledgeable this time, If the person is in the main control room, he will probably be able to hide himself from others perfectly and retire with success.
…is a master of hiding.
Mr. Zhang looked at these numbers and broke into a cold sweat on his back. He turned to look at his third brother and asked with some embarrassment:
"Well, third brother, what do you think we should do?"
The man with a long and thin face pursed his lips, thought carefully for a while, and then said: "Don't do anything first. Send someone to check the identity of this person. If he comes again, don't take him to the water filling table. I guess the trick will not be able to fool him, and it will also cause alarm. We will wait until the results of the investigation come out. "
Mr. Zhang nodded hurriedly, turned around and gave instructions.
Shen Kong walked leisurely on the bustling street wearing torn canvas shoes. He had a bank card in his pocket that had become abundant again, and he was in a good mood.
He first went to the supermarket and bought a lot of things. In addition to daily necessities, he also filled a pocket full of various snacks and desserts. He also explained to the system shamelessly:
"I am a child now, so I should eat children's food."
The system was speechless.
Shen Kong walked downstairs to the community where he lived, put the things he bought at his feet, took out the good cigarettes and lighters he had picked up in the casino from his pocket, took one out and held it to his lips.
Hearing the crisp sound of metal colliding, blue-purple flames instantly burst out from the mouth of the lighter, lighting up the slender cigarette between his fingers.
A wisp of light blue smoke floated up from the front of the lit cigarette, and passed as softly as silk across his slightly frowning eyebrows, etching some deep vicissitudes on his young face.
Shen Kong sighed with satisfaction, slowly exhaled the smoke in his lungs, and narrowed his eyebrows slightly.
He raised his eyes, and through the slowly evaporating smoke, he suddenly met another pair of eyes looking over. They were dark and deep, with a maturity and thoughtfulness that was different from his age.
Shen Kong was stunned, but he didn't expect to meet Han Li in front of his building the next day.
Han Li had already changed his clothes. A simple white shirt and jeans outlined his broad shoulders, thin waist, and long legs. He limped over, and his handsome eyebrows that had suppressed his anger seemed to be non-aggressive. The boy next door, he greeted softly:
"Hi."
His eyes fell on Shen Kong's fingertips holding the cigarette, and he was slightly stunned. His long eyelashes drooped, covering the surprise and thoughtfulness in his eyes:
"I... I didn't know you still smoked?"
Shen Kong lowered his head following his line of sight, looked at the cigarette that was still filled with light blue smoke, raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice:
"That means you don't know me as well as you think."
He put the cigarette to his lips again, leaned back slightly, leaned in front of the building door with the peeling wall, and said casually:
"What are you here for?"
Han Li raised his hand, waved the bag in his hand in front of Shen Kong, and said:
"I'm here to return the clothes you lent me yesterday - thank you again by the way."
Shen Kong took the bag, opened it and took a look - he saw the white washed old clothes he had given to Han Li yesterday lying at the bottom of the bag, washed clean and neatly folded.
He responded perfunctorily: "It's okay."
After finishing speaking, Shen Kong bent down and picked up the two large bags lying at his feet, with a cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely:
"Then I won't give it away."
The boy's slightly hoarse voice came from behind: "What? Don't you invite me to come up and sit down?"
Shen Kong paused as he walked upwards. The system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time seemed to have hope rekindled, and it was jumping crazily in his ears:
"Di di di di! This assistant recommends that the corrector increase the contact time with the target person in order to achieve the purpose of subtly correcting the target person's three views. Please remember to use emotion to move people to reason, and use warmth and love to make the target person understand. international… "
Shen Kong had long been annoyed by the noise from this system. He frowned and reprimanded in his mind:
"Shut up."
Shen Kong turned to look at Han Li who was standing at the top of the stairs. His cold voice was slightly distorted in the closed corridor, but he could still hear the obvious meaning of rejection:
"No, it's not convenient."
Not even bothering to come up with an insincere excuse, Shen Kong simply walked up the stairs without looking back.
The system's dull mechanical voice sounded a little confused: "Why don't you let him come up?"
Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked in, then closed the door behind him with his foot.
He put two large plastic bags on the table and replied casually: "Why did you invite him in? Give him a lecture on how to be a good person? Or try to persuade him not to go astray? Besides, his problem now is not Can you be a good person and not be bullied in the next plot?”
Shen Kong threw himself on the soft sofa, put his feet up on the coffee table, squinted his eyes slightly, stared at the ugly traces of water seepage on the ceiling through the changing smoke, and fell into deep thought.
To be honest... Based on Han Li's subsequent experience in the plot, Shen Kong doesn't think he needs a life coach or a psychiatrist, but rather a 24-hour bodyguard.
If a normal person had gone through what Han Li endured, the normal ending would be either autism or abnormality, but he could still work hard and return as the king a few years later, which is already very impressive.
After carefully reviewing the plot transmitted from the studio, Shen Kong simply and rudely decided on his next course of action - if he wanted to avoid Han Li's three views going astray at this critical point, he would only need to wait until the protagonist transferred to another school. Then just prevent Han Li from being bullied, and then find a way to keep him and his housekeeper from going out during that period. As for any warm care and affection, it's all nonsense.
Instead of bandaging and healing after an injury, it is better to avoid the injury directly.
Shen Kong put out the cigarette butt, took out his brand new mobile phone from his pocket, casually opened the screen with his fingers, and thought in a daze:
But seeing as this kid is more popular with him, and he knows how to repay a favor... he might be able to teach him a few self-defense techniques before leaving.
The scene from last night flashed through his mind. In the pouring rain, the boy was kicked in the knee and fell into the mud in embarrassment.
Shen Kong secretly added in his heart:
... If possible, it is best to make him understand that he will get hurt if he does not take the initiative.
He sighed - this child is still too innocent and easily bullied.