we are bad boys

Wang Yiheng was getting more and more confused by what was being said, blinking, Wang's unique ignorant eyes, clasped his fists humbly asking for advice, and said: "Sir, teach me!!"

The young man frowned and looked at Wang Yiheng for a long time, full of doubts in his heart. It stands to reason that a person who works in the game hall, as long as his brain has two strings to use, it is impossible for him not to know the tricks in it, but look at this Lord, it seems that the brain is completely rusted...

In fact, he kept Wang Yiheng for a purpose. Originally, he wanted to talk to Wang Yiheng about rebates, because he knew a lot of rich and gambling pros, and these people were new to him. It is normal for young people who play electronic gambling to lose [-] to [-] yuan.

And if you lose money, it is impossible to get as much as you win in the casino, and you have to give back to the gamblers. In our casino, we lose 1000, and on the surface we return [-]. They will take the initiative to talk to people with high scores in the game hall, and most of the people in the venue will give this kind of customers a little more, but at most it will not exceed [-]. Such a return will make the guests with status feel honorable , It feels like you take him seriously, he got benefits and face, if nothing else, next time he plays, this is the first thing he thinks of.

So the young man left Wang Yiheng just to talk to him, to see if he could bring new gamblers here. If he lost money, he would get three thousand rebates, and then he told the gamblers one thousand, or one thousand five, and the rest He and Wang Yiheng split the money in half, and everyone spent 2000 yuan a day to work together towards a well-off life.

But he saw that Wang Yiheng was so stupid, he didn't seem to know anything about the game hall, so he thought it was a rhythm of life that should be heroic...

"Brother Heng, I have a trick that can make you a lot of money!" The young man picked up a bunch of mutton, wiped the cumin on his mouth, and said mysteriously.

"Earn a lot of money??? How much? Can you earn two hundred a day?" Wang Yiheng's eyes turn green when he hears money now.

"Fuck, two hundred is still called making big money!?" The young man said with disdain.

"How much is that?!" Wang Yiheng asked, blinking his ignorant eyes.

"Look at how brave you are!! For this matter, earning a hundred dollars a day is it, and earning ten thousand dollars is also it. It depends on which one you want to earn!" The young man continued to be unpredictable. He knew that to deal with people like Wang Yiheng, as long as he If you have enough pens, you must draw him a pie bigger than the earth, or he will think you are bragging.

"**, I was so impatient, I dared to scold the ruthless character!! You actually discussed with me about the cowardly and mentally handicapped problem!! If you are like this, I will go and strip the boss lady's trousers now, and let you see what is called "tiger guts" !!" "Wang Yiheng took advantage of the strength of wine, and suddenly committed the alternative desperado spirit passed down by his ancestors. He stood up and was about to run to the proprietress who was in her 40s and was smashing charcoal with a hammer.

"Fuck me!! Brother Heng!! Calm down!!" The young man was stunned for a long time, then reached out and grabbed Wang Yiheng.

"Get up, I have to take off her pants!" Wang Yiheng didn't know who he was angry with, but anyway, he was very angry.

"Okay! Brother, you are indeed "hard-boiled". With your courage, if you don't let someone kill you in two months, you will be regarded as a goddamn ancestor!" The young man was completely speechless.

"How much money do you think I can make?" Wang Yiheng asked.

"At least five thousand a day!" said the young man, patting his chest.

"Really?? What are you doing?!" Wang Yiheng asked again.

"Come on, let me tell you slowly!" The young man rolled his eyes and began to fool Wang Yiheng, but Wang Yiheng listened very seriously, sometimes smiling and nodding, sometimes asking questions without shame.

The two drank until midnight, and after discussing their money-making plans, they went home separately. As soon as the young man separated from Wang Yiheng, he gritted his teeth and took out his phone to make a call.

"Hey, Bamboo Stick, what are you doing calling so late?" A dissatisfied voice came from the phone.

"Brother, something good is going on! Tomorrow call Sibolang, donkey donkey will come to my house to look for me!!" Bamboo Stick said excitedly.

"What's the matter??"

"Today, I not only won the fucking money, but also met a super big idiot, let me tell you, this time it's done well... let's fuck it, and go straight to the modern city to buy a house, it's all right Drip...!" The bamboo stick began to spittle and began to talk about his plan...

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On the other end, Wang Yiheng returned home, raised money for a long time, and asked Ji Guzi who was practicing yoga: "Sister-in-law, do you think there is any cost for our game hall?"

"The question you asked is very sharp!!" Ji Changzi turned his perfect cheek with the mask on, and said slowly.

"Sister-in-law, can we just talk about the cost?"

"As far as the stall in the game hall is concerned, there is no jb cost, just turn the key to get points... But if...!" Ji Changzi was quite happy to see Wang Yiheng's serious question, and said in his heart, this kid It can be regarded as a serious matter of research, and he must be taught well.

But he didn't know at all, Wang Yiheng didn't listen to his mother at all, he only remembered one sentence behind him, there is no jb cost...

When Jichangzi chattered and got to the point, Wang Yiheng was already snoring, Jichangzi blinked his eyes, took off the mask, looked at the sunflowers on the table, and said a little sadly: "Everyone's surname Wang, why the hell is the gap so big?? Is it true that Mu Ye's heart is evenly distributed...!"

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The next night, Wang Yiheng went to work as usual, and after entering the casino, he went straight to Dakang.

"Brother Kang, what are you doing?" Wang Yiheng asked.

"What a fool!!" Dakang said casually as he lowered his head and played with his phone.

"Oh, Brother Kang, there is something I want to tell you!"

"Say it!" The greatest advantage of Dakang is that he maintains a very polite respect for everyone. When Wang Yiheng said he wanted to chat with him, he put down his phone, nodded seriously, and looked Follow Wang Yiheng and wait for the next article.

"It's like this. I think you are too busy all day. You still have to keep an eye on the gambling game, and you have to go to the game hall to pay the bill, return the money, and return the money. It's really troublesome. I have worked here for more than 20 days. I have almost learned about the game hall, I thought, if you are tired, you can leave it to me to fix the game hall in the future!" Wang Yiheng told him what the bamboo stick taught him last night. , said it word for word.

After Dakang listened, he looked at Wang Yiheng in astonishment for a long time, and then slowly asked: "You really think so?"

"Well, that's amazing!!"

"The Wang family has a descendant!!" Dakang nodded appreciatively, then stood up, patted Wang Yiheng on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Daheng, you are Mumu's younger brother, so you just came here. You entered the core, and you can enter the core because of your brother Mu's hard work for many years. When you enjoy a rich material life, think about his difficulty. We can't share it for him, but we can't let him Annoyed, you say, don't you??"

"Well, you're right, Brother Kang!" Wang Yiheng nodded and said something casually.

"You work hard. Brother Mu and I have never divided money between each other. If you can support the game hall, Xiaofei will come back later. Let's discuss it. The game hall will count as your share!!" Dakang happily said that Wang Yiheng's fighting spirit is no different from his own brother's fighting spirit.