Lamp Flower Smile

The Happy Building always seems to be filled with all the bliss in the world.

Pai Gow, cockfighting, cricket fighting, dice, pot throwing... whatever is available on the market, Happy House has it.

The people who come to play in this building are all gamblers. There is no wind, rain or cold outside. There are only gamblers drinking Pheasant Hulu at the card table, either ecstatically proud or looking tired. Regardless of whether one is poor or rich, comes from a noble family or comes from a poor family, once one goes to the gambling table, he is like a monkey with human skin shed, with only greed and madness in his eyes.

A group of people were gathered around the table under the lamp in the corner. Two people sat across from each other at the table. One of them was a young man in Tsing Yi, who was thin and delicate. Opposite him was a man in a brown coat, who seemed to be in the mood for gambling. Although his face was tired, his eyes were shining.

Wan Quan was extremely happy.

He had just learned how to gamble a few days ago, and when he was in the mood, some gossip told him that I was blessed. His father beat him up and kept him at home for a few days. On this day, I accidentally overheard people gossiping in front of the door, saying that the gambling hall in the alley was nothing, and that the Happy House on Qinghe Street was the number one gambling house in Shengjing.

The speaker only mentioned that there is nothing in the sky or on the earth as mentioned in the happy building, and his heart was itching to know everything. Taking advantage of the fact that Grandma Ke's birthday was coming up in the past few days, her mother and I were all busy with the birthday party in Ke's house, so Wanquan got the chance to sneak out.

As soon as he came out, he went straight to Happy Building. As soon as I came in, I saw that there were all types of gambling here. There are a lot of people here, and from time to time, there are gambling shop clerks bringing rice wine to the gamblers.

The more wine you drink, the more excited you become, and the more excited you become, the bigger the bet becomes.

Wan Quan was lucky today. After he arrived at the Happy Building, he had never lost a hand until now. The boy surnamed Zheng opposite him was about to lose all the twenty taels of silver he brought with him.

That "Mr. Zheng" seemed to feel that he was unlucky. He gritted his teeth and took out a few more coins and placed them on the table: "Sigh, it's boring to bet like this, why not bet something bigger!"

Wan Quan secretly laughed in his heart. He was afraid that he was going crazy with anger, but there was no reason not to slaughter the fat sheep he got, so he laughed and said, "Just bet!"

"Then take one tael of silver as the base, double it to two taels of silver in the next round, then four taels of silver in the next round, and then..."

"Okay -" "Mr. Zheng" finished speaking in one breath, and the crowd started to make noises.

The atmosphere was overwhelming, and Wanquan had no reason to refuse. He rolled up his sleeves, drank the hot wine brought by the waiter, and put the dice on the table: "Come here!"

The atmosphere was even more lively than before, but the perfect luck seemed to have ended here.

Next, he lost several games in a row, losing all the money he had just won, and he was so angry that the tip of his nose was sweating. Looking at Young Master Zheng across from him again, his previous despondency was gone, and he was filled with pride.

"Do you still want to gamble?" Mr. Zheng asked him, with a look of ridicule in his eyes.

Wanquan hesitated a little.

He had lost all his money, but... he still had some banknotes in his arms.

The new eldest grandma of the Ke family, Qin, is a strict housekeeper. The uncle of the Ke family is tight on money. He has several private properties behind the back of the Qin family and still collects a lot of money every year. Uncle Ke was afraid that his wife would find out that he had collected several years' rent in the previous month and asked Wanfu to take care of it for him. The total amount of those banknotes was less than two thousand.

When I came to Happy House tonight, Wan Quan heard someone say that Happy House is not like an ordinary gambling house. It does not allow shabby people to enter. You have to have a thousand taels of silver to enter the building. He pried open the box and took the silver with him, just to show off. Unexpectedly, he entered this place without anyone checking it.

Now, he lost so much that he had no chips and only these banknotes were left.

Wanquan was a little hesitant. After all, this was not his money. Uncle Ke would ask his father to use it in a few days.

Mr. Zheng on the other side seemed to be impatient with waiting. He just poured the winning money into his bag. Hearing the "crash la la" made people upset. Mr. Zheng smiled and said: "Brother Wan, do you still want to bet? No, little brother." I’m going home to sleep—”

The smile on his face was particularly dazzling, and Wanquan's brain became hot, and a smell of alcohol rushed straight into the vestibule, shouting: "Here, have another one!"

Upstairs, Lu Zhuo stood in front of the railing, looking at Wan Quan who was gambling with Yin Zheng, and smiled slightly.

The fish is hooked.

The son of Ke Chengxing's confidant is not as cautious as his father. It is much easier to get close to him than to get close to Wanfu.

She just asked Wanquan to casually say a few words about the news about Happy House in front of Wanquan's door, and Wanquan couldn't wait to come to the gambling house at night to visit Fengcai.

Yin Zheng fell into the entertainment scene when she was young, and has already become a proficient dice player. It is really easy to induce a complete gambling addiction.

Yun Niang once said with a smile to her: Xiaoqi, let me tell you, if you hate someone, poison that person until his internal organs rot, and then you can relieve your hatred.

Gambling addiction...

It is also a poison that is difficult to cure.

Lu Zhuo's eyes were dim and he stared at the people downstairs quietly.

Wanquan under the lamp began to tremble.

His good luck has come to an end, but his bad luck is endless.

The opponent's doubling seemed careless, but the handfuls became bigger and bigger, and the banknotes were withdrawn like water. Every time, he thought that he would definitely win the next one. But the next time, it seemed that the God of Wealth still failed to favor him.

The smell of alcohol gradually came to his head, his face turned red, and his eyes were also red. He didn't know how much he had lost, but when he touched his arms again, they were empty.

Gone?

How can it be?

That's two thousand taels of silver!

Wanquan was confused. The wind blew open the window outside, and a sliver of cold night rain hit his face. The odor of alcohol that had just made him so excited dissipated and he became slightly sober.

"How much did I lose?" he said confusedly.

The man counting beside him smiled and said: "You lost a total of five thousand taels of silver."

"Five thousand taels?" Wan Quan looked at him blankly, "Where did I get five thousand taels?"

He only brought two thousand taels of silver with him. Where did he get five thousand taels?

"You don't have enough money, so you wrote a deed in the name of the Ke family in the south of the city." The young man's smile was still enthusiastic, "Are you drunk, don't you remember?"

It's like being struck by lightning.

Did he write a deed of arrears?

When did he write the deed of arrears!

He was just gambling with Mr. Zheng. He lost a lot, but how could he export five thousand taels of silver in such a short period of time?

Mr. Zheng... By the way, where is Mr. Zheng?

Wanquan raised his eyes and saw that there was a huge crowd across the gambling table, with mocking faces facing him, but Mr. Zheng was nowhere to be seen.

No...no...

He was fooled!

The boy smiled and asked, "Master, are you still playing?"

Wanquan pushed the table forward: "What are you playing for? You are a fraudster in this gambling house, cheating people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on the young man's face disappeared, and his voice became gloomy: "Young master wants to deny it."

"Who wants to default on the bill?" Another voice sounded, and from the depths of the gambling house, a tall man walked down. This man had a sinister face and a fierce look, which made people fearful at first sight.

Wanquan flinched and saw a man in gray following behind this man. The man in gray is thin and half-blocked by the person in front of him. His face cannot be seen clearly. He seems to be very young.

The young man spoke with a cold voice, but Wanquan was instantly troubled.

He said: "Mr. Cao, since the other party wants to default on the debt, he will follow the rules of Kuaihuolou, one hundred taels of silver per finger."

The boy next to him hesitated: "But he owes three thousand taels."

The man said calmly: "Then remove the fingers and toes."