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My heart sank. I didn't expect that these few old men would notice my little trick despite looking so old and dizzy. If he really wants to deal with me, I have to hold on until Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin rush in to save me.

I was thinking about how to survive. The old man suddenly took away the poker card in my hand and muttered, "This card belongs to Old Gu. If he loses it, then we'll be in big trouble."

Then the four of them began to play cards again.

I looked at them warily for a while before I realised that these four people were really playing cards. That is to say, that old man asked me for the King just now, does he really not want to lose his cards?

The old man saw me standing behind him, so he turned his head and smiled at me and said, "Are you addicted to it? Why don't you go and play a bit? "

A bold plan formed in my mind.

I nodded. "Alright, I'll have a go at it as well."

These four old men were very cordial as they all gave up their seats for me. They said in their mouths, "Everyday, face these old men. "I've been annoyed since a long time ago. It would be much more lively with the addition of a young man today."

I sat down and began to shuffle and play with them.

I quietly played along for two rounds. After hearing the old stories that were being discussed from their mouths, it was something that a living person couldn't experience. Hearing it made my hair stand on end.

He didn't know if it was a coincidence or not, but every time, the tortoise would be the one who set up the stall. Afterwards, the old man who called himself a poor farmer teased him, "Hey, Old Wan, do you like being a turtle? Why does it always be you?"

The stall owner blushed. He stretched his neck and glared with his eyes as he said, "What do you mean I like being a turtle?" If you all don't smoke turtles, what can I do? "

Poverty-stricken farmer then asked in a wretched manner: "Is it better to be a turtle or a capitalist?"

The stall owner sighed and said with a depressed expression, "Do you still need to ask? A tortoise at least doesn't have to go on a jet. "

I was feeling dizzy and I felt that the time was right, so I said to the other old men, "I think we should smoke the turtle or the king. Little Wang was black and white, as if she was unlucky. Come, come, come, let's switch. Let the King in and bring Little Wang out. "

The Poverty-stricken farmer said, "Why is it so unlucky when it's black and white? Our picture is in black and white. "

Then he took out the picture, and I felt my scalp tingle as I looked at it, because it was a posthumous photograph.

The other old men also thought that the black and white still looked good, so I had no choice but to continue playing with them.

According to my original plan, when I get the turtle, I'll hide it. Then he took the chance to leave. He didn't expect that, for some reason, several times in a row, they would always set up stalls and get a turtle. If it wasn't for the fact that he lost to the tortoise, I would have suspected that he had cheated.

After that, the Poverty-stricken farmer could no longer bear to watch anymore, so he set up his stall: "Old Wan, what the hell are you doing? To be so close to a turtle? Did your wife run off with someone else? "

He opened his stall and spat, "You're called a bastard if you run off with someone else, do you understand? A turtle is different from a bastard. "

Poverty-stricken farmer waved his hand. His movements were wide and almost knocked Oil Lamp down. "I don't care if you're big or not.

I thought: So not only do other people always feel bored when they win, others always feel this way when they lose.

The Party member began to suggest, "Why don't we bet a little. If you win, you win. If you lose, you receive a penalty.

The man who set up the stall was thoroughly angered and said, "Who's a tortoise? You three, don't always bully me. All those years ago, you all fought against me, but now you all still want to fight against me? Heh, I'm not afraid to tell you, this supply agency was originally mine. I started selling stalls and stalls to earn money every minute to get this facade. If it wasn't a public-private partnership, this would be my home. Hmph hmph, do you think that I would be willing to come here every day and sit with you bastards? I can't bear to part with this shop. "

The other three old men jumped up in excitement. "You still dare to say that you are not a capitalist? Wan Youcai, you finally accepted, right? "

As soon as he heard the words "capitalist", he suddenly felt a little scared and his tone softened, "I've heard that there is no longer any need to talk about this over there."

Poverty-stricken farmer laughed coldly: "I don't care whether or not we are able to differentiate between the two. On our side, we'll split it, always, forever. This will last for ten thousand years. "

The stall owner said, "So I'm the same as you guys now? Playing cards, we play cards. Right, what are you guys betting on? "

It was just as good as being old. When they were arguing and glaring at each other, they suddenly thought of something fun and immediately forgot about their displeasure.

Poverty-stricken farmer looked at the Party members, "You have been to the capital for a convention, and have seen much of the world, how do you think we should bet?"

Party members said: "Of course it's with money. "Do you want to bet on peanuts?"

Then, he took out a stack of money and slammed it on the table. I glanced at it. It was colorful and its face value was frightening. Some had Paradise Bank printed on them, while others had Underworld Bank printed on them.

I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead. "Those are underworld money."

The other three old men also took out stacks of underworld money. Considering the amount involved, and without considering the exchange rate, this gambling table was considered a major financial case that had alarmed the central government.

After the four old men took out their wager, they stared at me and asked, "Little comrade, what about yours?"

I coughed. "Forget about me. I'm not playing anymore."

However, the Poverty-stricken farmer dragged me back. "You are leaving?"

"Can't you?" I asked.

The old man said, "It would have been fine, but there is a rule at the gambling table. Once you see the money, you're not allowed to leave until the gambling is over. Who knows if you're going home to take a nap, or to report it? "

I thought to myself, Who am I reporting to?

I helplessly said, "Then what should I do?"

The old man said, "Let's go out and play a bit. After a few rounds, we'll be good friends. "

I thought: I'm going to find a way to get to the King anyway, so I might as well stay here and look for a chance.

Thus, I agreed and sat back down at the card table.

The four old men urged me, "What about the wager? "Hurry and take it out."

I rummaged in my pocket for fifty-two dollars. I left two pieces and slapped the fifty on the table.

The four old men stared with their eyes wide open. Poverty-stricken farmer used two fingers to hold my money, shining them under the light, then handed it over to the stall: "Old Wan, my eyes aren't good, help me count them, what's the number of zeros?"

He held the stall with the same posture and took a look at it before handing it over to the jobless person: "My birth is not good, so I can't speak. Take a look."

The homeless guy looked at her over and over again. "It seems... Is it a zero? "

He handed it to the Party members, "You're the Leader. You should be the one who gives us the final word."

The Party member took a glance at it and nodded, "Yes, one zero, fifty."

The other three old men immediately turned their heads and said to me, "Little comrade, why don't you give me your fifty yuan? I thought it was five hundred billion yuan. Young people these days are very restless. "

I rolled my eyes and thought: My fifty is enough to buy all the paper money on your table, okay?

The Party member threw my money back at random. After that, he gave me a few underworld coins. "Count it in as I lent it to you." "But at dawn, you have to give me back my share."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry while holding those underworld money. I never thought that one day I would borrow money from a ghost, and that was even underworld money. What was going on?

The man who set up the stall seemed to have been impatient for a long time. He rubbed his hands together, eager to give it a try. "Come, come. Let's start. We'll smoke the tortoises."

So we shuffle the cards and we suck the tortoises.

For the first time, the poor peasants lost. The second time, the Party members lost. The third time, the jobless people lost.

I suddenly realized that ever since I made the bet, the person who set up the stall has never lost. This little businessman is quite smart.

One game began, we continued to play cards, we before the start of the game, we were busy playing cards, we... Suddenly, I saw Little Wang. This time Little Wang is in my hands.

Little Wang was the same as the King, there was also a portrait of Grandpa Gu on top. It was just that the King was colourful while Little Wang was black and white. I held Little Wang in my hands, as if I was holding a portrait of Grandpa Gu.

Suddenly, a thought struck me and I stealthily tucked Xiao Wang into my sleeve. Then I stole a glance at the other four old men, who were all too busy looking at their cards to notice me.

Relieved, I thought: After a while, I'll pretend nothing happened. Anyway, I haven't started catching him yet, so no one knows that I have Xiao Wang. When this round was over, everyone discovered that they were missing a card, so they would use the King to replace it. Then, I'll trade you for a king...

The plan was a bit complicated, and he didn't know if it would go smoothly. Hopefully, these ghosts were too busy gambling and wouldn't delve too deeply into the fact that they were missing a card.

The game of cards begins, and we catch up and play it out. In the end, we all played the cards and looked at each other.

Poverty-stricken farmer was the first to ask, "Where's the turtle?"

The homeless also asked everyone, "Where's the turtle?"

I fished in the muddy water behind them. "Where's the tortoise?"

The Party member did not speak. His eyes swept over us, as if he suspected everyone but himself.

I sat up straight and tried to look calm, puzzled and indignant. "Why is there one card missing?" I wrote on my face.

I feel like Judas at the last dinner. This feeling was too unbearable.

At this time, the stall owner also spoke up. He asked, "Where's the turtle?"

However, it was different from the others. When he asked this question, his eyes were staring straight at me. It was obvious that he was asking me a question.