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Chapter 358 Gambler’s Psychology
Finally, I finally understood what Yu Jiajia meant.

What Yu Jiajia is saying——

It is true that this money can be used to build a fireworks factory, but it will drain her dry.

So I chose to use the money I had yet to build a fireworks factory to gamble and 'make' more money.

This thinking is actually very strange.

But I really understand, and I understand why some people think this way.

Because I have seen such a person before, it was a classmate of mine in high school.

This classmate's grades are below average in the class, but he is cheerful. Every time after class, he gets to mingle with his classmates, and many people like to play with him.

At that time, there was a dormitory system, but there were always some young and energetic students in each class. After class, they would climb over the wall and go out to find Internet cafes, or go to the game arcade to play games together.

On my way home, I saw that classmate hanging out with a bunch of idle people more than once, talking and laughing loudly, and playing game consoles.

In fact, I never care about these things that have nothing to do with me, but if I can't stand the intersection, I will send it to my door.

That classmate asked people everywhere in the class to borrow money. When he first borrowed money, everyone said that he had no money today and had no way to eat. Five yuan and ten yuan would be added the next day and he would definitely return it to the classmate who borrowed the money.

The students helped their friends and received financial rewards, so they were naturally very happy and thought it was a good thing.

And this kind of 'good thing' naturally happened to me one day.

At that time, I received many scholarships from the school. Perhaps because of this, the amount of money borrowed from the other party was also extremely large.

He has tried it all, playing hard to get, talking about friendship, and showing off misfortune to win sympathy.

But borrowing and repaying money at such a high frequency is very abnormal.

And I happen to be the one who can isolate the whole world by myself.

I don’t care about other people’s opinions. If I say I don’t want to borrow it, I won’t.

Other classmates wanted to kidnap me morally, so I also borrowed money from him. They were miserable, saying that I was from the country, I had no parents since I was a child, and my scholarship had to subsidize my family. If he was kind, he would lend me some money and so on.

In short, no matter how miserable it is, it will happen.

Those were quite funny and fun years, and they were some kind of diversion from my boring life.

I knew that the classmate who borrowed the money had a problem, but I didn't expect the problem to be so serious.

From the beginning, he borrowed money and made up for it, but it turned into robbery.

Yes, robbery.

There began to be rumors in the school that you should not go down that alley, saying that there would be robberies by students with their faces covered.

In the end, it got to the point where the classmate brought a knife into the campus and took advantage of everyone's activities to go through the student's schoolbag. In the end, he was caught by the physical education teacher who was "frail and sick and couldn't attend class", resulting in a major demerit.

Yes, I didn’t persuade him to quit, but he recorded a major fault.

His parents who rushed him slapped him in a series of slaps from the stairs to the door of the classroom. In full view of everyone, Xu felt embarrassed that he and his father were slapped together.

His father was also an honest farmer who did rough work, but his newborn calf was also very strong and even beat his father's head to pieces.

At that time, the whole teaching building was in a state of commotion. His yelling and cursing was so loud that the teachers could not control the students who wanted to watch the excitement.

Since I was relatively close to where the incident occurred, I also saw his appearance. He looked very proud.

His hands, face, and body were all covered with his father's blood, yet he could shout those words openly:
"You are the only one who dares to take care of me?"

"I'm telling you, I lost a lot of money playing slot machines, so I chose to steal things! If you were still my dad, you would pay off my debt!"

"If you don't pay, let me be caught and let me die!"

He shouted very loudly, but his father lay on the ground without saying a word. His mother beat him like crazy and was slapped several times. She fell to the ground and cried.

The situation has reached a point where it cannot be ignored.

In the end, the police came and put an end to the farce.

He did not come to school for many days after that, and when he came to school, he looked proud.

The classmates in the class were scared and curious. A few of them usually played well with him and asked him chirpingly:
"Is your dad okay?" "The other day you shouted that you owed money outside the school. Is it true or false? Were you being charged protection money by that gangster named Pheasant?"

Gossip is human nature.

Someone asked the question first, and naturally someone listened, and many classmates surrounded him.

The expression on his face was filled with complacency and a hint of disdain:

"What's the matter? It's just that there's a hole in my head. Just take care of it and it'll be fine!"

"And that stupid guy died just now? What kind of protection fee, what kind of gangster, Brother Pheasant is my eldest brother, he led me to play games!"

"The entire arcade belongs to him. Not only does he recognize me as his brother, he also takes me to fights, plays slot machines, and teaches me how to make money!"

"If I hear you say bad things about him again, I'll beat you up too!"

These words calmed many people, and also frightened the classmate who had asked kindly just now. The classmate was a little frightened and panicked under the wolf-like look from across the way.

A classmate who usually had a good relationship with him called him haha:

"Then why do you owe money?"

"Has your father paid you back the money?"

The topic was interrupted. The classmate who beat up his father and mother happily took out the money from his schoolbag and said proudly:

"Yes, I'll bring all the money!"

The money is coming, and you can pay it off and start over.

But this is just what normal people think.

Unfortunately, this classmate is a gambler.

He held dozens of hundred-dollar bills spread out in his hand, forming a fan made of money.

Red was dancing in his hands, just like the blood on the middle-aged man's forehead that day, but he was completely unaware of it:

"How can I pay back the money?"

"As soon as I pay back the money, won't I have no money at all?"

"If I don't have money, how can I be the boss and treat my brothers to play billiards and have dinner?"

"And I have to spend the money myself, right?"

"We can't go on for so long and get nothing!"

"I'm going to 'invest'. I know there is a slot machine that is very popular. It won't be too late to pay back the money after I turn over a little more money."

"When the money is paid back, I will have money to spend. If I can spend more money, hehe, my good days will come."

In my memory, his high-spirited appearance was only fixed in that lifeless evening when the sky was about to set.

Because within a few days, he became abnormal.

He was sitting not far behind me, and my ears were very good, so I could hear the sound of him constantly hitting and scratching his head with his hands.

The sound of skull knocking was dull and frightening.

His expression was very decadent, as if all his energy and energy had been drained away, and he kept muttering:

"It's strange. I won before. How could it be wrong?"

"I won."

"I know, that slot machine is broken. I have to find another lucky slot machine."

Slot machine: A gambling machine.

(There shouldn’t be anyone who doesn’t know [Muzhi.jpg])
In this chapter, the author’s classmate played a passionate role. Is it true?
The truth is more absurd than the novel. It is not about high school but junior high school. In the original version, it is not a boy but a girl. She stole money unscrupulously. The money I put in the mezzanine of my schoolbag was even stolen.
Although it seems like it’s only twenty now, at that time a bowl of noodles only cost three yuan.
At that time, it was almost enough for me to eat for several days. Thinking about it now, I still feel devastated.

But there is still good news, that is, this little girl was persuaded to quit school in her second year of junior high school (Xida Puben.jpg)