my old life

Chapter 627 Erdao District Tea House

Originally, I just wanted to drink some wine to warm up my body, but Ma Yingying kept pouring me wine, and she was not happy if I didn't drink, so she wanted to toast me when I untied the mink.

Underneath the mink fur is a long hip-wrapping sweater. In such a cold day, I wear stockings and high heels. The heels should be at least ten centimeters up, but I try to keep my eyes from looking around.

My second uncle said before that you must obey the rules when you come out and do things. Anyone who doesn't follow the rules at any time will end badly. This time I am here to do things, not to cause trouble!
It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening after eating and drinking. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol that my head was dizzy. I was a little afraid to look at Ma Yingying's eyes.

After all, in front of Chu Ge, her flirtatious eyes make people feel uncomfortable. I think this woman is very scheming!
Especially after she knew that my second uncle was Xiong Jiudong, her attitude towards me changed a lot, and she always felt that she had bad intentions...

But on the surface, she is my sister-in-law, so I can't say anything, I can only lower my head and smoke and laugh... After eating and drinking, I followed Brother Chu to leave the restaurant.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see our small place. It's not a big place, but it's still a ghost!"

Zhaogui is a slang word in casinos, which means that there are scammers making money in the venue.

"Your brother hasn't noticed the situation for two days after he came back. This time, the younger brother will come out in person, so there must be no problem!" Ma Yingying said as she put her hand on my shoulder to pretend to be intimate.

"Let's go and have a look first!" I took a step forward and shook off the hand on my shoulder, turned around and took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"What do you know? Brother Dong is afraid that this kid will suffer outside. It's better to hang out with your own people than outsiders!"

The inadvertent words of the first brother made me suddenly realize that the real intention of the second uncle is here...

At ten o'clock in the evening, my elder brother took me to Erdao District. His small shop was an ordinary two-story building along the street, with a signboard of a tea shop hanging on it.

From the outside, it looks like a tea house. On the first floor, there are several wooden stools for drinking tea, and there are some tea leaves on the shelves. An old woman in her 50s is guarding the door.

I glanced at the dust on the shelf, and I knew that the tea business here is just a lie, and the real profitable business still relies on gambling.

Brother Chu took me up to the second floor. There was a dark green anti-theft door in the back passage. I guess the upstairs should be the place to gamble.

The stairs through the anti-theft door are very narrow, a slightly yellow light bulb flickers on and off, and there is a faint musty smell.

"Hey! Little brother, help me, the steps are not easy to walk." Ma Yingying pulled me from behind, but I didn't reach out.

Although she wears high-heeled shoes more than ten centimeters high, I don't need my help to walk up this kind of stairs, and I don't want to trouble myself.

"Sanming help your sister-in-law! This broken staircase is not easy to walk!" Brother Chu turned around and muttered, I had no choice but to help her.

The stairs were a bit crowded for the two of us to walk together, but for some reason she kept leaning towards me, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground was very clear.

On the second floor, I quickly let go, but she looked at me with a smile.

"My shoes are too tall, thank you brother!"

I waved my hand to indicate that it's okay, and my heart became more and more disliked by this woman. A woman who wears mink and shredded pork heels must be a bad person!
A fox used to dress up like this, but the fox is coquettish and she is coquettish. The difference between the words is thousands of miles away, it is not a concept at all!
The second floor is very spacious, about the size of two classrooms. There are more than a dozen Eight Immortals desks in the venue, and Mazars are placed everywhere. It seems that the condition is very poor.

The air conditioner hanging on the wall has turned yellow, and it looks like it has been around for some time. There are about [-] or [-] people playing cards here, and most of them gather at a table.

"Brother Chu, Sister Yingying." A young girl stood up at the bar at the door to say hello. Her heavy makeup made it impossible to tell her original age.

"Well, come here for a while, how are you doing today?"

"Go over and have a look, there's not much money for water yet." The girl at the bar looks like she's pissed off, and I wonder what's going on here?
As soon as I heard it, I vaguely understood that this small place is a pumping bureau, which makes money by pumping water from customers.

But if the business is only based on pumping water, is it necessary to get me here?There must be someone involved in the gambling game!
The table with the most people is the busiest. From time to time, someone swears, pats the table and yells, which is a typical vulgar situation.

The group of people in front of me are not typical good stubble, with green scalps on both sides of their scalps, they don't look like good people... But now this hairstyle is popular among young people.

In fact, no matter whether they come out to hang out or not, they want to make themselves look like a bad person... To put it bluntly, such people lack a sense of security in their hearts.

"Brother Chu, here we come!"

"Long time no see, Brother Chu! Sister Yingying!"

A few people took the initiative to say hello, they looked like regular customers, and the others also nodded in greeting.

"How are you guys feeling today, how much did you win?" Ma Yingying stepped forward to joke, her voice sounded awkward.

The game on this table is to compare the size of the dice. The gambling method of the Kyushu Kingdom has been passed down for thousands of years. The person in the casino is in charge of rolling the dice. He is a young man in his 20s.

I have seen this kind of game in Fenghuang Tea House before, the rules are basically the same, 4-10 is considered small, 11-17 is considered large, and all the big and small dealers win when the leopard is played.

It stands to reason that the banker will not lose money in this way of playing, because he has an advantage in probability, and it is understandable to say that one day and two days are paid back.

But if the dealer loses money every day, there must be ghosts in it!If gambling can win money every day, why would the casinos in the world drink northwest wind?

I stood by and looked carefully at the players here. They were all under [-] years old, and some of them were even about my age.

But all of them have blue hair and tattoos, and they look like they are messing around, and they are swearing when they open and shut their mouths.

The young man in charge of shaking the dice began to shake it, that is, two bowls were clasped together, and people at a table placed their bets separately, and those who placed different bets also began to shout.

"big big big!"

"Little little!"

The bowl is buckled on the table at once. After opening, two twos and one three, and the small bet wins immediately.

The one who won the money beamed with joy, and began to brag to the people next to him about how accurate the bet was, and the big bets all gritted their teeth, wishing they could stud the next bet if they were right.

In fact, who can see this thing accurately?Are you sure you don't stud directly?But the atmosphere is the same wherever you go.

There is a guy in the gambling game who has been silent all the time. He is in his 20s and wears tattered clothes. His fingernails are covered in black mud. It makes people sick to watch...

But just now when everyone was shouting big and small, he didn't move. He just smirked but didn't make a sound when he won the money. His hair was messed up like a bird's nest.

He is the sloppiest gambler I have ever seen, but not the worst, at least his fingers are still healthy.

I have seen some old gamblers in my hometown before, who lost their fingers and still bet on the slot machine. In comparison, the kind of people who chop their hands and make up their minds to quit gambling are the saddest people.

"Dumb is lucky tonight! What are you betting on this bet?" A man threw a cigarette over. Just now he won a small bet.

The guy scratched the bird's nest and put the cigarette in his mouth. He lit it and took a puff.

"Abaaaba, Awaaaaaaaa!" He gestured for others to follow him, and it turned out that this guy is really dumb!
But can the mute speak?He obviously has no tongue, and his vocal cords should still be good, otherwise he wouldn't be abababa...

But this guy is really not afraid of death!You must know that at the gambling table, ordering others to bet money is a taboo!If you win, you can at most make a lip service, but if you lose, you will definitely suffer...

"The dumb luck is so bad tonight! There are ten chances that you can hit the bet!"

"I don't believe that he can be accurate all the time! You can actually believe this dumb guy who loses every day?"

A group of people said everything, and then placed money and began to wait for the dealer to roll the dice. The dumb stared at the black bowl with wide eyes. This kind of look seemed familiar.

The two black porcelain bowls are clasped together to shake the dice. The clinking sound of the dice sounds very crisp, and it also determines the next victory or loss.

"Buy and leave, let's go!"

The two bowls were placed on the table, and they were opened slowly after a pause of two seconds. I knew it was to stop the shaking of the three dice and show points.

After opening, it is still small, and the dealer loses money for the small bet, otherwise the big bet is pocketed.

"Damn it! The mute has changed his luck tonight! How accurate!"

"You dumb! If you talk too much, I will slap you to death!"

The reactions of the winners and losers are also completely different, the winners are smiling and the losers are blowing their beards and staring, the mutes lower their heads to collect money and dare not speak...

(End of this chapter)