After hearing Fu Zhisong's words, the man on the phone responded after a while, "The old man is out to do business. Is this your phone number?"

"Yes." Fu Zhisong nodded.

"Okay, I'll contact him and ask him to call you."

"How long will it take?" Fu Zhisong asked with a frown.

"He is in the sheep and he has no end to work. I can find him. If it is fast, it is possible for a few days, or if it is slow, it is a year or two." The other party responded softly.

"Okay." Fu Zhisong nodded helplessly: "With him news, please ask him to contact me. My name is Xiaosong, but it will take too long to do so."

"Um."

"That's it." Fu Zhisong hung up his phone, drove away with a serious expression, and kept wondering whether he wanted to tie Du Xu.

...

In a certain place in FuJ, in the third floor lobby of a sauna hall, dozens of people surrounded three round tables, all holding money in their hands or waiting and watching, saying that they had already made a bet.

The house was filled with smoke, and a strong man with a big waist was sitting in the bar, crossing his legs and watching the TV, playing with the bright imitation of May 4 guns.

On the walls of the hall, there were two rows of weapons such as closing, cutting, opening, cutting, gun, and stab hanging in two rows, looking like weapons exhibitions. Next to each gambling table, there were two or three people carrying their hands behind their backs, as if they were watching the excitement. But in fact, they were all professional money-making ghosts in the venue. In the so-called "Five Elements and Eight Works", they were called professional blue people.

In the lounge area, there are free Soft China, Su Yan, and teas such as Tieguanyin, Dahongpao that you can brew at any time, so here is a big picture, and the owner should be very good at local affairs.

A young man with a small flat head was not on the table, but sat here drinking tea and watching the ball game.

"Di Lingling."

Suddenly, a phone ringing rang.

"Hey?" The young man with flat headed connected his cell phone.

"Where is the Master?" the other party asked bluntly.

"What's the game."

“What stage is it?”

"Just paving the way, the sheep haven't come in yet." The young man replied to the other party in a slander.

"You talk to the boss. He has an apprentice who called me, and the other party's name is Xiaosong."

"Okay, I know."

"that's all."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call. Then the young man thought for a while, then stood up and headed for the private room on the innermost side.

...

There is a different world in the private room on the inner side. There is a four-corner table in the room. The people sitting on the table have already made bets, so there is no room for the station to watch the fun. If you are a fellow traveler, you can wait on the sofa next to you.

The house is equipped with a high-power exhaust air, so that even if someone smokes, there will be no choking smoke. Moreover, there are always soothing music in the music box on the cabinet, which is very comfortable to listen to, so the environment here is simply unmatched outside.

In the south corner of the table, there was an old man with half-white hair, a half-sparrow face, and an ordinary-looking person. He looked like he was about sixty years old. When he was holding Paijiupa, his movements were already very slow.

"Dongdong."

A knock on the door sounded.

"Enter."

The gambling "staff" who was in charge of the door turned around and shouted.

The flat-headed guy pushed the door open and smiled and said to the person who was taking care of him: "I'll tell my old man something, an urgent matter."

"I'm playing, I can't talk at the table."

"Yes, I understand the rules." The flat-headed guy nodded immediately and responded: "I'm waiting by the sofa. After they played this, I'll go over and say it!"

"Okay." The person who cared for him nodded.

About two minutes later, after one handful of cards and nine were pushed, the person in charge walked to the table and said, "There are sixteen cards, let's take a rest for five minutes?"

"Road, rest for a while, and move your waist."

"I'll go to the bathroom."

“…!”

After saying that, several people on the table stood up and dispersed, preparing to take a rest for a while, and the flat-headed guy took advantage of this time and walked over, standing next to the old man with old spots on his face and said, "Young Master, what's going on?"

"Damn it, the cards are going well. I can't even give them money if I want to give them money. I can just touch them at seven or eight o'clock." The old man lit a cigar and responded: "I lost less than 100,000 yuan."

"We have lost for a week. Don't ask the boss when the overall situation will be done? If we continue to do this, we can't hold on anymore. More than one million can be made." Xiao Pingtou whispered.

"Little bastard, have you only been out for a few days? Be honest and squint." The old man replied with a frown.

When the young man with a flat head saw that the old man was a little unhappy, he immediately changed the topic and said, "Mr. Gun, Si C called and said there was a man named Xiaosong looking for you!"

"Who?" the old man was stunned.

"Xiao Song! He said it was your apprentice." When the young man with flat head said this, he immediately stretched his neck and asked, "But why don't I reporters that I have such a master uncle?"

"This wolf cub actually called me." The old man frowned and replied: "He must have encountered a difficult situation."

"Do we need to reply to a letter there?" asked the young man with flat head again.

"Damn wolf cub, I took my job and didn't even call me during festivals." The old man frowned and scolded, "Ignore him."

"good."

The young man with flat head nodded and said, "Then I'll leave first."

"Yes." The old man nodded.

After saying that, the young man with a flat head turned around and left the room. The old man sat on the chair smoking a cigar. After frowning, he suddenly stood up.

On the inside of the room, a fat middle-aged man who had just played at the gambling table came out of the toilet and wiped his hands with a tissue and stood next to the cabinet with snacks and water.

The old man walked towards him. When the fat middle-aged man saw him, he smiled and nodded very politely.

"Big brother, are you lucky?" The old man walked over and patted the fat middle-aged man's arm.

The obese middle-aged man obviously didn't expect the old man to talk to him, so he was stunned for a moment and replied: "Haha, let's make do with it, it's better to lose more."

As the two talked, their bodies were getting closer, and the old man suddenly said: "Tomorrow, let's make a big deal with the boss, open your mouth, and I'll help you."

The fat middle-aged man was stunned again: "Master, you're a little anxious?! The road is not paved!"

"...Listen to me, if you can succeed, you can take the book back. If you can't succeed, just treat it as more than a hundred paving roads across the mountain. Let's leave it to you. As long as it doesn't take long, you can still take it." The old man's voice was decisive and unquestionable: "

The fat middle-aged man was very shocked when he heard this, because as long as the old man did work, he never got off the bus halfway. What's more, with his stingy personality, he could leave after throwing more than a hundred, which was simply a strange story in the world.

...

It's past 11 o'clock in the evening.
Chapter completed!