Wenwen's home.

The old cat looked at Fu Zhisong in front of him and gritted his teeth several times to raise the knife in his hand, but he put down the knife in the air several times.

He came to ask for money, not to kill people.

He hated Fu Zhisong, but he was also cowardly and afraid of causing a big deal and would bring himself unscrupulous punishment.

"Damn it, will you cut me down?" Fu Zhisong looked at the old cat very barely, stared at him and shouted.

The old cat gritted his teeth, his palms trembled in anger, but he didn't dare to cut them down. He was afraid that he would accidentally kill the bastard in front of him, and he was afraid that Fu Zhisong would be killed by a knife.

"You don't chop, right? Fuck your mother, then stand for me, I'll chop you up!" Fu Zhisong was not spoiled at all. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his knife and was about to chop off the old cat.

The old cat was scared and immediately shrank his neck and hid back, and he wanted to block it with a knife.

"Pudong!"

Wenwen rushed out of the house like lightning, hugged Fu Zhisong's back, opened her mouth and shouted: "Do you still want to go in and want to go to prison? Stop doing it, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old cat threw away the knife, knelt on the ground with a gurgle, and said with tears in his eyes: "Fuck your mother Fu Zhisong! I am not as good as you, nor do you dare to mess with me. You dare to use 200,000 fake money to play in the game, I don't dare. But you are pitiful today, can you please me? Xia Yong caught me, I borrowed 50,000 yuan in usury first, and I can't pay the money... If those usury people can go to my house and harm my parents."

Fu Zhisong was stunned when he heard this.

"Just think you are pitiful and pity me. Give me 50,000 yuan. I will find a way to make the interest myself. I beg you. Can you kowtow to you?" The old cat said and kowtowed to Fu Zhisong on the ground.

When Fu Zhisong saw the old cat like this, he became soft-hearted again inexplicably, and he was no longer as powerful as before.

"You give me 50,000 yuan, just treat it as begging for food. Is it okay?" Lao Mao discussed with tears in his eyes.

Fu Zhisong lowered the kitchen knife when he heard the sound, cursed at the old cat with a squint eyes: "Did you say you are not cheap? You want money to come and talk carefully, and ask me for trouble for a JB?"

"I'll call you, you won't answer!"

"...I'm fucking famine, dare to take it?" Fu Zhisong replied as if he was quite reasonable.

"Zhisong, give me 50,000 yuan, please."

Fu Zhisong was silent for a while after hearing the sound, then threw away the kitchen knife and responded: "Don't make trouble here, let's go out and talk."

"You can't go out!" Wenwen was afraid that something would happen, so she still stopped her.

"It's okay, let's go out and say a few words, and we'll be back in a while." Fu Zhisong replied carelessly.

...

Two hours later, Wenwen still didn't wait for Fu Zhisong to come back.

Outside the community, there is a 24-hour barbecue stall. The young lady who just got off work is sitting in a barbecue stall, an idle person in the society, a driver who worked over night, and a few of them. She only ate three or five skewers of mutton and drank a bottle of beer to sweep the streets, which formed the night life of the lowest-class people in this society.

On a dirty table, there were more than a dozen bottles of beer. The old cat wiped his tears and said, "Fuck, I really can't live this life anymore. My wife ran away, my parents were sick, and I still did this... Sooner or later, this family will be gone... I have decided to stop playing money. From now on, I will just sweep the streets and be a security guard. I will earn 1,000 yuan a month, and I will also admit it...!"

Fu Zhisong looked at the old cat with a squinted eyes and cursed with drunken eyes: "You look at your cowardly, are you worthy of playing money? I feel a little bit weird. Before the table can be reached, my legs are weak. Can you eat this bowl of rice?! Hurry up and do some serious business, it is better than anything else!"

"Yes, you're right. I really don't have the courage to eat this bowl of rice from now on." Lao Mao knew that Fu Zhisong was doing his best, so he nodded frequently.

"Let me say it again, the matter of our cooperation in the game is all for money. You are not to help me overcome difficulties, nor to treat me as a friend, but to the RMB. So now something is wrong, I have no obligation to care about you... right?" Fu Zhisong asked with a serious face.

"Yes!" The old cat gritted his teeth and nodded.

"...I won't lie to you. I'll give Xia Yong a 150,000 yuan. It was my friend who helped me get it. I still owe him money now." Fu Zhisong waved his hand again and said, "It's not easy for us now, so don't bother me, do you understand?"

"I understand, can't I just need money? I'll sell my rural ancestral house tomorrow. From now on, I'll give my parents one cent... After we drink this wine, no one will know each other. Is it okay?!" Lao Mao cried and slapped the table and shouted at Fu Zhisong.

"Yes, let's have a drink!"

"Come and drink!"

In the early morning, the old cat left alone, but when he left, he was holding the gold necklace that Fu Zhisong had just bought some time ago and the watch in his pocket.

Fu Zhi was relieved, but his heart was soft.

When the old cat left, he was lying on the ground and crying, and no longer became a human. Fu Zhisong was anxious and kicked his head: "You can't afford to play the fuck! I have a tens of thousands of dollars on my back, but I haven't shed a single tear. Look at you crying, how can you be so shady?!"

After speaking, Fu Zhisong reached out and pulled the chain around his neck and the watch on his wrist, threw it at the old cat's feet and said, "... Let's go quickly!"

"Fu Zhisong, I kowtow to you, you didn't let me sell my ancestral house."

"Gogun, go, go..."

In the night, Fu Zhisong waved his hand and walked towards Wenwen's community. His back made people look perfectly in line with this crowd of people and the dim street barbecue stall.

...

More than ten days passed, and Fu Zhisong took Lao Hu to a total of six bets, losing 170,000 to 180,000, and 110,000 to 20,000, all of which were lost to the boss.

What is the boss's game? In fact, no gamblers are willing to be the banker in the gambling field, and then the director will play the banker and push a few times in order to prevent the gamblers from being separated. But there are not many opportunities like this, because the director himself is doing gambling. He knows that this game should be a bottomless pit. If anyone really plays it, he will lose everything. So he just plays a few times in a row when no one pushes it, and holds some gamblers who are about to leave, and then when someone is willing to push it, he will come down immediately.

Lao Hu just lost his money in such a situation.

After scattering 170,000 to 80,000 yuan, Lao Hu found Shen Tianze and asked, "Is it almost done?"

"I have arranged other things. Don't play tomorrow night. Do as you have agreed before," Shen Tianze replied softly: "The bigger the matter, the better!"

"I know." Lao Hu's face was no longer as smiling as before, and his expression became much more serious.

Chen Tianze looked at Lao Hu and asked softly again: "I regret it now, it's still time."

"It's too late. You spent more than 100,000 yuan. How can I withdraw at this time?!" Lao Hu gritted his teeth and replied, "I've done it!"

...

The next afternoon, Fu Zhisong drove Lao Hu as usual, but at the same time he noticed that Lao Hu was wearing a particularly loose dress today, and his right hand was stuck in his pocket.

At the same time, Chen Tianze called Gu Boshun's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Have your friend arranged the people?" Chen Tianze asked.

"Okay, it's over."

"Don't go over as soon as something happens, it will seem too fake. When the police station receives the alarm, let someone go over." Chen Tianze instructed.
Chapter completed!