King of gigolo

7

In the second round, I lost more than 50,000 yuan.

Looking at them gesturing without hesitation, I still refrained from cheating.

This path, once taken, may never be turned back.

I don't want to end up like my parents, killed by someone.

If I had to choose, I would rather die like my brother Li Bo, who died in a woman's arms.

Dying in pleasure is better than being killed by someone.

I don't want to break my oath.

Of course, an oath is not a constraint.

It's just that my thoughts haven't changed.

Once a person gets involved in gambling, they are likely to become less than human.

I do this job precisely because I am emotionally rich, although I am a bit of a romantic, but what man doesn't have a weakness for women?

Dying under a peony tree is better than being a ghost and still being handsome.

Being a duck is better than being a gambler.

The second round was about to end, and I had lost over 500,000 yuan.

This is not a small amount of money, and I don't have much savings myself. If I lose, I will have to ask Sister Hong for money.

If I continue to lose, and it becomes a few hundred thousand or even millions, it will be difficult to explain.

Sister Hong wouldn't mind if it were normal spending, but this is compensation to other women, so Sister Hong might not be happy.

Just as the second round was about to end, Sister Hong kicked open the door.

A pair of long legs stepped in.

Sister Hong was wearing a fitted trench coat and high heels that clicked on the floor. Her narrow eyes exuded a sense of contempt, and her aura was formidable.

Seeing that I was safe, she sighed in relief and said coldly, "Li Xuecheng, you dare to kidnap me little brother, are you looking for death?"

Li Xuecheng snorted and said, "Your little brother played with my wife, shouldn't I ask for compensation?"

Sister Hong sneered, "It's your wife's fault for not being self-disciplined. She went to find the young master, why blame my little brother?"

Li Xuecheng slapped the table and stood up, pointing at my nose and saying, "Is he the young master? He's just your manager, right?"

"Fine, how much do you want for compensation?" Sister Hong asked.

After listening to Li Xuecheng's account of what happened, Sister Hong didn't mind that we had already lost over 500,000 yuan.

She said, "Alright, I'll take care of the rest."

I gave up my seat to Sister Hong and sat next to her in a chair.

Sister Hong wasn't very good at playing cards, she was just an ordinary mahjong enthusiast.

With three people working together to play hand gestures, Sister Hong had almost no chance of winning.

In the early 2000s, 1.5 million yuan was not a small amount of money.

Sister Hong's face was looking a little unpleasant now, clearly in a bad mood.

I was hesitant for a moment, then decided to help Sister Hong out.

Since I wasn't sitting at the gambling table, winning or losing had nothing to do with me, so it couldn't be considered cheating.

At most, it would be helping out, which wouldn't violate my oath.

Sister Hong's tiles were pretty good, and she quickly went on to listen.

The door was clear, and she had a pair and a tile to match.

In Jilin, this is called a clear door with a floating pair.

After listening, Sister Hong was going to roll the dice to choose the treasure tile.

The treasure tile is chosen starting from the last tile, and whichever number the dice lands on corresponds to the treasure tile.

This is quite random, and if you're not familiar with the tiles, it's hard to control.

Although I couldn't touch the tiles, I could remember what the six tiles were, and among them was the tile Sister Hong needed to win.

"I'll roll the dice for you, Sister Hong."

Sister Hong nodded and looked at me with affection, placing the dice in my hand.

I casually threw the dice, and they rolled around on the table.

When they stopped, four dots were facing up.

"Four."

Sister Hong counted, and picked up the fourth tile from the end. She placed it in her hand, with some hope.