163 Appearance of trouble (1/2)
It had been seven days since the Mid-autumn Gala.
Since then, Xiao Luo had not contacted Sun Yu, nor did she take the initiative to contact him. In all honesty, he had fallen in love with that girl, but after her rejection, he had not been in the right frame of mind, hardly speaking much, unless necessary.
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Like Zhang Dashan, he had started to make a habit of watching blind dating programs in the evenings while sitting on the sofa with a can of drink. His mind was cluttered with conflicting emotions. He wondered if there were unspeakable hardships that Sun Yu had suffered, or if it was that he didn't know how to woo a girl and make a girl happy. The former seemed unlikely, but if it was the latter, he would probably be learning from these blind dating programs.
”Old Xiao, good news. Fang Changlei was arrested for the prostitution racket in his hotels. He has been sentenced to two years and eight months. Wei Lei is completely done for.” Zhang Dashan said. He was sitting on the living room floor with Feng Wuhen and the rest of them, playing cards as they reported on the latest updates to Xiao Luo.
”Prostitution?”
Xiao Luo shook his head and chuckled softly, ”In that case, he is really done for thanks to his own actions.”
”Isn't it exactly like the saying on the net, 'No do, no die.' That idiot Fang Changlei really is living proof of this phrase.”
Zhang Dashan slowly opened his three cards, and when he saw what they were, a twinkle gleamed in his eyes. All three cards were hearts, and it was a straight; that meant he held a straight flush. This would beat all the other suits. He then placed the cards on the floor in front of him, before calling his bet.
”Damn it, I call 500 bucks!”
Shouting loudly, he took out a 500 bill from his pocket and slammed it down loudly.
”Brother Zhang, you are too scary. We're only just starting the game, and you're playing so big,” Xiaowu said, his usual blank expression changing slightly.
”Exactly, our salary isn't as much as yours, so don't play this big.” The others began to complain.
Zhang Dashan retorted in a loud voice, ”Stop talking nonsense, if you want to follow, then follow. If you don't want to follow, then fold your cards. It's as simple as that!”
Xiaowu looked at his own cards, his eyebrows knitted together. He said: ”Forget it.”
As he folded, the next three were still checking their cards in hand, then all three proceeded to place their hands face down, one after another. They were out of the game.
Feng Wuhen, on the other hand, decided to start with a ”dark bet.” He didn't even look at his cards before matching Zhang Dashan's bet. It would seem he had placed his faith entirely on luck.
”Ok. I'll follow!”
”Pa da~” he chimed as he put in his 500 dollar bet.
”Hehe, little guy, if you want to cross with me, it's ok. I'll bet 500 more,” Zhang Dashan said, rolling up his sleeves and posturing like he was looking for a fight. Another 500 dollar bet was duly placed.
”I will continue to follow!”
Feng Wuhen was in the chase. He bet another 500, loving the thrill and excitement.
”Old Bro, you're too awesome. You're thinking of crossing swords with me without even looking at your cards?”
”Just putting up a fight, brother. Even a bicycle can beat a motorbike, and just with a simple bet, who knows, a trolley can become a BMW!” Feng Wuhen said, licking his lips and laughing.
”Don't end up losing your pants too!”
Zhang Dashan took a thousand from his pocket and threw it down, ”A thousand!”
Looking at the red banknotes on the ground that were beginning to pile up like a small hill, Xiao Wu and the rest couldn't help but swallow hard. Their eyes were glued to the massive pile of cash. In their hearts, they wished that all that money was theirs.
Feng Wuhen began to hesitate and considered if he wanted to check his cards first.
”Why are you dilly-dallying, I am asking if you will follow or not?”
Zhang Dashan had no fear. He held a straight flush, and it was a winning hand. He needn't be afraid.