usatvline Chapter 462: Always able to stand up at critical moments.
Chapter 462: Always able to stand up at critical moments.
Qiu Xiaochi’s casino.
The upstairs office is located.
Tu Jun squatted in the corner, wolfing down his lunch box, looking completely unpresentable.
Zhang Baocheng brought him here without caring whether he ate or not.
There was no other reason. All Zhang Baocheng's money was spent on working for the Tu army.
Think about the plot in Stephen Chow's movie Ling Ling Qi where a hundred dollars is used to buy a life. Money can make the devil work, and without money, ghosts won't open the door.
Do you think so many people acting with him was in vain?
Zhang Baocheng and Qiu Xiaochi stood in front of the French window, looking at Zhang Lang chatting and laughing with Haitang in the casino with scrutiny.
"Master, can you tell where this kid came from?"
Zhang Baocheng shook his head and could only pretend to be profound and give an ambiguous answer: "This person is not simple."
Qiu Xiaochi didn't move his body, but turned his head slightly and glanced at the language master Zhang Baocheng from the corner of his eye. It was as if he had said nothing.
"Do you think he's just lucky?"
Seeing Qiu Xiaochi asking endless questions, Zhang Baocheng stroked his chin, squinted his eyes, and spoke slowly: "If you only look at how he plays the dice, he does look like a novice, but he can catch the dice shaken by another person without bias, which is a bit strange."
"Oh, Master, it turns out that I have the same opinion as you do."
Zhang Baocheng: Bullshit, that guy was just lucky, I swear on my hands and feet.
"Whether it's luck or hiding my incompetence, you can rest assured. Even if he comes to the gambling table tomorrow, I will help you win."
Qiu Xiaochi's voice was as hoarse as that of the grouper in Stephen Chow's movies: "Of course I believe in the master's special abilities."
"Hmph, Tu Jun, come here." Qiu Xiaochi snorted coldly. He didn't really care about Zhang Baocheng's answer. He was not a god, and it was impossible for him to know everything. He just wanted to try his best to get what he wanted. What if Zhang Baocheng really knew?
Tu Jun stopped eating and rolled to Qiu Xiaochi's feet: "Brother, what do you want me to do?"
I am very satisfied with Qiu Xiaochi's attitude. This is the attitude of a lackey.
"I know what you did in Qiandao Lake. Be obedient when you come here, or I will kill you first."
"Boss, I really can't do anything over there..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses. The money I left you was enough for you to live comfortably. Don't think I really don't know anything. You are clearly blinded by money. There is no other local tyrant in Qiandao Lake except you. You can't grasp such a good way to make money. You are picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons. You are really good at making trouble. You are not good at making things happen."
"Boss, please give me a chance to make amends. I'm willing to do anything you ask me to do." Tu Jun was sweating profusely and banged his head against the floor.
"Okay, take your men to investigate the young man's background as quickly as possible. If he doesn't have any background, no matter what method you use, take back the money he won."
Tu Jun: "Don't worry, boss. Leave this matter to me..."
"Don't set goals, just do the work."
Tu Jun: Damn, this boss is so hard to please.
Zhang Baocheng waited until Tu Jun left before speaking: "Qiu Xiaochi, you are such a complete bastard."
Qiu Xiaochi turned his head suddenly and stared at Zhang Baocheng.
Zhang Baocheng just shook his head.
Not willing to be outdone, he stared at Qiu Xiaochi.
He is still useful to Qiu Xiaochi now and he is not afraid of him at all.
It's the West Coast game, no, it's psychological warfare.
Qiu Xiaochi said: "Master, you are indeed a master. Can you guess where Gao Jin is now?"
Zhang Baocheng burst into laughter. Fortunately, Qiu Xiaochi had no heart problem, otherwise he would have been scared to death by Zhang Baocheng.
This is the surprise, the divine gold.
Whenever Qiu Xiaochi wakes up in the middle of the night, he has to curse: Is he sick?
"Follow the direction of my finger, the one wearing a black leather jacket."
"He is the God of Gamblers? Go away." Qiu Xiaochi strode out of the office without saying a word.
Zhang Baocheng's face was full of question marks: Why didn't this person listen to what I said? I was just breathing heavily and keeping you in suspense. This is terrible, please don't let anything happen.
……
Haitang poked Zhang Lang secretly with her finger and said, "Look, that person walking downstairs over there is Qiu Xiaochi."
"Look over there, the one in the black leather jacket is the God of Gamblers Gao Jin."
Haitang: "Is this true?"
Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows and whispered, "You don't believe me?"
"Believe it, why are you like this?"
"Speak nicely, or I'll make you draw a map tonight."
Haitang laughed sweetly and changed the subject: "Okay, okay, why is that gambling god so...down and out."
Zhang Lang was ready to watch the show at leisure, the live-action movie shooting site: "1, 2, 3."
Wait, why is Qiu Xiaochi coming here?
Haitang also noticed that Qiu Xiaochi walked down the stairs in a domineering manner and walked straight towards her.
"Haitang, I haven't seen you for such a long time, and I thought you were avoiding me!" As long as they didn't fall out, Qiu Xiaochi wouldn't openly create hatred with Haitang.
Haitang smiled brightly and responded generously: "Qiu Xiaochi, why would I hide from you? I just happened to be traveling and looking for a boyfriend."
"Oh~ I'm really curious about what kind of man can catch your eye, young lady. Bring him here to meet me one day so that I can screen him for my brother Hai." Qiu Xiaochi's eyes were slightly cold. Haitang was the woman he had always wanted to get. Without killing Hai'an, this was one of the fastest ways to get the East Lake Gang...
Haitang glanced at Zhang Lang beside her calmly.
Zhang Lang's mouth twisted, this Qiu Xiaochi was already seeking his death.
He took a step forward and put his arm around Haitang's waist, while at the same time reaching out his hand to wipe his face, removing the disguise that was covering his face.
Haitang had a bright and generous smile on her face. Zhang Lang did not disappoint her and always stepped up at critical moments.
"Yes, he is, Qiu Xiaochi. How do you think he compares to you? He has height, good looks, and..." As she spoke, Haitang bit her tender red lips, looking shy and hesitant to speak.
Those who understand will understand, and those who don’t understand cannot be taught no matter how much you teach.
Zhang Lang: You're so blatantly being naughty? Is that okay? Although I feel inexplicably comfortable.
That won’t work either. I’m going to beat you to death tonight.
"Who is this gentleman?"
"I just gamble——————Saint~~" The noisy voices in the casino suddenly quieted down at this moment.
The God of Gamblers Gao Jin opened and closed his eyes suddenly, and his two enemies were right in front of him... Others may not know Zhang Lang, but he has seen Zhang Lang's photos through some friends, although Zhang Lang doesn't like taking photos either.
But who can blame Gao Jin for having such wide network of contacts?
Good guy.
An enemy who killed his wife and children.
A murderer of his enemies.
One more day, just one more day.
I’ll make them into red bean paste tomorrow.