Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 83 "Brother Hao, lend me some money"

"Brother, how are you?"

Yang Hao was also shocked. It was the first time he experienced such a thing.

Everything that just happened happened in a flash. By the time Yang Hao reacted, Brother Jiu had already fallen on the back seat, groaning in pain, with blood all over his arms. Yang Hao hurriedly got out of the car and went to the back seat to support Brother Jiu.

The pistol fell into the car.

It was a homemade pistol with little power. Fortunately, the man was nervous and Brother Jiu was also alert. He hastily used his hand to block the bullet, so the bullet hit his arm. Otherwise, Brother Jiu would have died here.

"Hiss——" Brother Nine was sweating profusely, covering his forearm and breathing in cold air.

At this time, Gao Sancheng also heard the noise and ran over. Seeing the miserable state of Brother Jiu, he was terrified, "Brother Jiu, are you okay?"

"You can't die. Take a detour and go to Old Liu."

Gao Sancheng was worried, so he got into the car immediately, turned around, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

Ninth brother’s face was pale. He was indeed a tough guy. Although he felt excruciating pain, he didn’t say a word.

"Brother Jiu, did you see what the murderer looked like?"

Brother Nine shook his head, "Never mind."

"Damn it, it must be Shorty who hired someone to do it. Damn it, Brother Nine, do you want to call someone to smash Shorty's bird shop?" Gao Sancheng is loyal to Brother Nine.

Ninth Brother waved his hands, his face pale due to the massive blood loss, "Not necessarily, let's wait for this matter."

"Brother Jiu, just now at the headquarters, the short mule and you had a quarrel, and he was the first to leave..."

Ninth Brother said solemnly: "Don't worry about it for now, I know what's going on."

So, although Gao Sancheng wanted to say something, he just shut his mouth silently.

Yang Hao couldn't calm down for a long time. Damn it...the gun was fired. At that moment, death was still before his eyes.

The ninth brother laughed and said, "Haozi, are you scared?"

At this moment, Yang Hao's face was as white as paper. In such a critical situation just now, it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid. This kind of movie scene actually happened in real life. How could Yang Hao not be nervous?
"Well, brother, how are you?"

Brother Jiu smiled, took out a cigarette and lit it. His face was pale and it was obvious that he was enduring severe pain.

We finally arrived at our destination, which was a shabby little clinic in a remote village in the city. I guess they didn't even have a medical license.

After getting off the car, Gao Sancheng and Yang Hao hurriedly supported Brother Jiu and walked into the clinic.

Gao Sancheng walked and shouted: "Lao Liu, Lao Liu, come and help deal with it quickly, Brother Jiu was shot!"

In the small clinic, an old man was wearing headphones and watching a film with great interest. When he heard someone calling him, he looked up with a curse and saw Gao Sancheng. He immediately perked up, "Xiao Gao?"

"Old Liu, stop watching the movie. Hurry up. Brother Jiu is injured. Help us get the bullet!" Gao Sancheng trotted into the store, grabbed the old man's hand and walked over in a hurry.

With this pull, the old man's headphones were disconnected from the mobile phone, and the disgusting sound of the short video began to play out loud.

The old man blushed.

"Old Liu, you are so old and disrespectful. Why do you still watch this kind of things? Even if you do watch it, you should watch domestic products. Don't you know to support domestic products and boycott Japanese products?" At this time, Brother Nine coughed dryly and made a joke.

Ninth brother's words were just to liven up the atmosphere, and sure enough, the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

Old Liu's face turned even redder. He quickly turned off his phone upon hearing that. When he saw Brother Jiu's injuries, he was shocked. "Gunshot wound?"

"Yeah." Brother Jiu nodded.

"Okay, let's deal with it quickly."

Old Liu asked Gao Sancheng and Yang Hao to help Brother Jiu go upstairs and into a ward. Then Old Liu began to prepare the tools for surgery to remove the bullet.

Yang Hao and Gao Sancheng came to the corridor.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Gao Sancheng laughed and said, "How dare you go to the hospital with a gunshot wound? A regular doctor would call the police if he saw it."

Yang Hao nodded and thought to himself that was the case.

"When I was hanging out with Brother Jiu, I slashed people from Nanmen Bridge to Fucheng West Road. Whenever I got injured, I would come here to treat my injuries. It's very safe." Gao Sancheng mentioned casually.

You wouldn't have thought that this honest guy was actually a jerk when he was young.

"Did you see the face of the person who just assassinated Brother Jiu?" Gao Sancheng handed Yang Hao a cigarette.

Yang Hao recalled carefully. Because it was dark and the man was in a hurry, he really didn't notice him. He just saw that he was a young man, not very old, probably in his twenties.

"No."

"Fuck." Gao Sancheng said angrily, "It must be that bastard Short Mule. Damn it, he couldn't reach an agreement at the headquarters, so he went back and found someone to kill Brother Nine to silence him."

Yang Hao was horrified and said, "Third brother, you really dare to kill people..."

Gao Sancheng smiled bitterly, "We are now in a society ruled by law, who would dare to fight and kill?"

Yang Hao nodded, and he also roughly guessed a lot. When he was in the ancestral hall, the ninth brother proposed to raise funds to clean up the white, but was rejected by a group of elder brothers, especially the short mule, who was even more resistant, so the chat ended unhappily. The short mule also mocked the ninth brother whether he was going to overturn the table and quit playing.

They were all members of the Yaozi Society. They had known each other for more than ten or twenty years. They knew each other's business and the evil things they had done. After the negotiation broke down, the short mule left in a rage. It was not impossible that he hired a killer to kill him.

After all, Brother Nine knew what kind of business Shorty was doing. If he was caught doing this, he would be in big trouble. Instead of waiting for Brother Nine to clean up his name and then trick him, it would be better to strike first now.

Of course, whether the murderer behind the scenes is the dwarf mule is just speculation.

After Gao Sancheng told Yang Hao what to do, he took out his cell phone and made several calls. Yang Hao listened for a while and found out that Gao Sancheng had called some people to Lao Liu's clinic because he was afraid that the dwarf mule would make a surprise attack. If the first move failed, he would come up with another one. It would be bad if he came here.

Not long after, several vans drove up to the clinic, and more than a dozen big men got out and surrounded the clinic.

The operation lasted about two hours.

"Brother Jiu, how are you?"

Old Liu wiped the sweat off his face and said calmly, "Don't worry, I've saved your arm. With a little care, it will be as good as new. However, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. You should recuperate well in the next two or three months. It's best to come to me for a checkup every month to avoid a root cause of the disease. It's best not to move your right hand recently..."

Before he finished speaking, Brother Nine sat up with a smile, ignoring the bandage on his right hand, and casually took out a cigarette and lit it, "Come on, my hand is in great shape."

Old Liu choked for a moment, then spoke faintly:
"Brother Jiu's gunshot wound is easy to treat, but I can't cure his pretentiousness."

Gao Sancheng and Yang Hao both laughed.

The ninth brother laughed and scolded, "Go to hell."

Everyone laughed for a while, and Brother Nine narrowed his eyes, smoking one cigarette after another, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

If he hadn't been quick-witted just now, he would have died in the car. Death was just a hair's breadth away from him. If he had been a second slower, the bullet might have hit him between the eyebrows, and even a god couldn't have saved him.

Even though Ninth Brother is laughing now, he actually feels depressed as if he has survived a disaster.

"Brother Jiu, the short mule..."

As soon as Gao Sancheng opened his mouth to break the silence, he was interrupted by Brother Jiu, "I said, I know what's going on. It may not be the short mule. Anyone who just arrived could be one of them."

"Yes." Gao Sancheng closed his mouth helplessly.

Indeed, he was confused just now. He first thought that it was the short mule. After all, the short mule was the one who disliked the ninth brother the most in Nanmen Bridge. But if the short mule didn't do it, wouldn't the real person behind the scenes have taken advantage of it? Gao Sancheng thought about this and felt scared.

You know, if Brother Jiu and Shorty Mule really fell out and tried to deal with each other at all costs, the end result would be nothing more than one of them having to work on a sewing machine or eat peanuts, while the other would be seriously injured.

Yang Hao didn't want to get involved in this kind of "gangster affairs", so he didn't make any comments.

……

After experiencing this thrilling night, Yang Hao would be lying if he said he was not afraid. Fortunately, Brother Nine saw through Yang Hao's timidity and comforted him, saying that the other party was desperate and told Yang Hao not to be afraid and just do business honestly. Under normal circumstances, in this day and age, let alone using a gun, even using a knife would send the other party to jail for several years.

When Yang Hao returned to school, Li Xing was not there, but Wang Qiang was lying on the bed, fast asleep, with lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Brother Hao, you're back?" Wang Qiang was overjoyed when he saw Yang Hao coming back.

Yang Hao frowned and thought to himself, he knew Wang Qiang's character very well. Normally, Wang Qiang called him a rat. Why did the sun rise from the west today?

Wang Qiang got out of bed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Yang Hao in a flattering manner.

"What?" Yang Hao looked alert.

"Brother Hao is smoking."

Wang Qiang still had a fawning look on his face.

"No, what kind of plane are you working on?"

There must be something wrong.

Wang Qiang smiled awkwardly, rubbing his hands, a little embarrassed, "Brother Hao, do you have enough money? Can you lend me some money?"

Yang Hao: “…”

No wonder he said that, it turned out to be a loan.

Nowadays, there are many examples where people act like grandsons when borrowing money and become uncles when paying back the money.

Yang Hao had enough money on hand. As they were roommates, if Wang Qiang borrowed a small amount and needed the money urgently, there would be nothing wrong in lending it to Wang Qiang.

Yang Hao is not a stingy person. He has a principle for lending money: lend money to those in urgent need, not to those in need. If you have to pay back what you have borrowed, it will not be difficult to borrow again. If you borrow money once and don't pay it back, and want to borrow again, then don't lend it.

"What do you want to borrow money for?" Yang Hao asked curiously.

When Wang Qiang mentioned this, he became sad and sighed: "Don't mention it. I lost a lot last night."

Yang Hao: “???”

No, didn’t you lose your engine last week?
Why is it that I lost again now?

When it comes to "PC", Wang Qiang's mouth is as incessant as a machine gun, and he immediately starts to talk about what happened last night. It's Friday again, and those who should go out to play go out to play, and those who should go out to accompany their partners go out to accompany their partners. Yang Hao has to deal with Xiaolong and Xiaowu's problems, so he also left with Li Xing, and the dormitory was empty.

Wang Qiang is a person who cannot stand loneliness. He has been attracting new users for 28 circles on Tieba and Kuaishou this week. In total, he has attracted more than 20 people to register, but only three of them are effective users.

The commission is 1128 yuan.

However, the gift money received for inviting new users cannot be withdrawn directly. Instead, a cumulative bet of 5 times must be placed, and the turnover must be five times the withdrawal amount.

After receiving the commission, Wang Qiang was overjoyed and made a promise immediately. He thought that with his superb gambling skills, he could easily win 1000, let alone 100. Even if he was given 1000, he could win . He was ready to show his skills.

At the beginning, everything went smoothly. Wang Qiang bet small, only fifty yuan each, and played for two hours. He won a total of 1400 yuan, but he was still far from reaching the turnover threshold required to withdraw cash.

Wang Qiang was also a little anxious. He was annoyed that sometimes he was afraid to bet more when he should have, and sometimes he bet more when he didn't dare to bet, which caused him to lose.

Otherwise, we would have won long ago.

"Damn it, it's all my fault for being a coward. If I wasn't, I would have won back all my money with interest!" Wang Qiang thought secretly.

Sure enough, as he thought so, he won three thousand in just a few rounds.

Normally, he should withdraw the money at this time, after all, it is better to quit while you are ahead.

He had won thousands of dollars before because he always cashed out when he won. But this time, he got possessed and thought he was lucky. He thought, "Damn it, I am the God of Gamblers. I told you, don't be timid when placing bets. Just bet when you see a sure bet."

At that time, the gift money in his account was 3344 yuan.

He thought: "Well, I'll play one more time. If I lose 3000, I'll just quit and play another time with the change."

Then, he carefully looked at the numbers that had been drawn in the past, and immediately thought, "This time it will definitely be a big double. I'll bet on a big, a double, and then a big double. For the remaining 44, I'll T the numbers, T 16 and 18. If I win, I'll continue playing, and if I lose, I'll just bet. Three thousand is not a loss."

【下注成功：100D、100S、100DS、22T16、22T18】

He was playing in the 2.2x zone.

If he opens a big order, even if it is a large order, he can make 220 back his investment.

If you open a double, even a small double, you will make a profit of 220.

But if a big double is drawn, then he bet 100 big doubles, which is directly doubled by 4.8 times to 440, and he will directly earn 860 yuan.

In addition, if the big double number is 16 or 18, and he bet on 22, then he will directly multiply it tenfold, which is 220.

He had a hunch that, based on this trend, this would be a sure win for a big double.

After waiting for three minutes in anxiety and excitement, the car opened.

He carefully unveiled the numbers.

[No. xxxx: 7, 8, 2]

When he saw the first two numbers, Wang Qiang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated because it was stable.

7 plus 8 is already 15.

I have already made a guaranteed profit of 220.

只要随便来个1/3/5/7/9，他都能血赚，另外如果来1和3，他直接起飞。

The result is 2.

17. Big order.

Wang Qiang was immediately furious and annoyed, "Shit, I knew it was a big double. I guessed it would be 16 or 18, but I didn't expect it to be 17. Shit."

Fortunately, he played safe and bet big, so at least he made his money back.

Then, Wang Qiang calmed down and thought, since there was no big double in the previous game, this one must be a big double, so he directly bet all 220 on the big double.

Three minutes later.

[No. xxxx: 6, 9, 2]

17. Another big order.

This time, Wang Qiang lost everything because he only bet on the big double and not the big one.

Wang Qiang looked at the numbers, feeling restless for a long time. "I should have bet on big earlier. I knew it was a big number, but I didn't expect it to be a big single number. This time it should be a big double number."

Logically speaking, he should have made a decisive move at this time.

After all, he said that if he lost 3000, he would just bet directly, but now he hesitated again, feeling very unhappy about losing more than 200. It would be fine if he didn't guess correctly, but the problem was that his guess was almost right, just off by a little bit.

"Two consecutive big singles, both 17, this one should be a big double."

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang placed the bet directly.

[Successful bet: 150D, 150S, 200DS]

He thought that if he won this time, he would make 1980 directly, which was close to five thousand yuan.

It looks like the market is about to close.

Wang Qiang hesitated again, thinking that he had placed two big orders in a row, so this one wouldn’t be a big order as well, right?

Believe it or not, this is really possible. There is even a chance of placing 10 large orders in a row, which is commonly known as "driving a tractor."

Once before, Wang Qiang used 10 yuan to drive a tractor relying on the system, and won more than 1000 yuan.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang weighed the pros and cons and made some changes.

[Change successfully: 150D, 150d, 150Dd]

Then, Wang Qiang began to wait patiently.

Three minutes later.

[No. xxxx: 2, 9, 5]

16, big double.

Wang Qiang's face turned green when he saw the opening numbers.

"Grass!"

"I'm such a fucking idiot, why would I bother to edit it?"

Wang Qiang felt like crying but had no tears.

If he had not made any changes and had waited patiently for a minute, he would have won 1980 yuan.

"Fuck! Come again."

He looked at the previous opening trends, pondered for a while, and thought: "It has been three consecutive big ones, maybe it will turn into a small one, or it may continue to be a tractor. I will be cautious and wait and see. My blind guess is that it may open at 17 or 18, or 9 or 10."

Three minutes later.

[No. xxxx: 9, 4, 4]

17. Big order.

Wang Qiang: "..."

It was indeed a big order.

Wang Qiang was depressed, thinking that he had already guessed that it might be a big order, so why didn't he have the courage to take a chance?

"Fuck, you really can't be a coward. I was a coward these few times."

The first time, I guessed wrong, but I made my money back.

The second time, I was scared at the last moment and changed the betting number, otherwise I would have taken off by now.

"Four consecutive big ones, it should be driving a tractor, this one is just a big one."

[Successful bet: 300D, 200Dd. ]

If he opens a big double, he will get his money back and earn 160. If he opens a big single, he will directly make 1540.

I waited patiently for another three minutes.

[No. xxxx: 9, 1, 1]

11, small order.

Wang Qiang: "..."

He stared at the numbers in a daze.

"Shit, I knew this might backfire, I'm such an idiot, damn!"

Wang Qiang was so depressed that he felt numb and full of regret.

He felt like he missed it, just a little bit every time.

Therefore, there is no need to elaborate on what happened next.

In short, Wang Qiang felt like he was being fooled by the system. He was almost there every time, and was finally about to win, but he suddenly got scared and had to either cancel the bet or change the numbers.

After playing for a while, Wang Qiang lost all the more than 3,000 yuan he had won.

When Yang Hao heard this, he sneered in his heart, as the saying goes, those who gamble for a long time will lose.

If Wang Qiang had stopped the loss in time and decisively placed the points after losing the 244 hand, what would have happened later?

"And then? Isn't that your commission? Isn't that free money? Why are you borrowing money from me now?"

(End of this chapter)