Wen Beibei would never know what that three hundred yuan was worth to Peng Cheng. She thought it was a lot of money, but she didn't know that in Peng Cheng's opinion, it was just a little money. Although he had never seen any big money in his life, he really didn't take the money seriously.

Peng Cheng has loved to spend money since he was a child and squandered his money. Only spending money makes him feel fulfilled, as if he suddenly became full of knowledge and said everything right!

The young man took the three hundred yuan given to him by Beibei and walked back from the back of the woods. He almost sobered up, and the singularity he had just eaten skewers had long dissipated. Even though he had drunk too much and had been making a fuss for a long time, he was still very awake. If he was still in the dizzy state just now, he would go back to the mobile room to sleep, but at this moment, everything had passed. He touched the three hundred yuan in his pocket, and the unique tenacity of the banknote seemed to inspire him, and he remembered that last night was a wonderful night of ups and downs, and I think it was always more unsatisfactory than when he was in it.

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When I returned to the dark scene with Liangzi's money again, it was already a mistress. It was getting dark, and the curtain in the distance was like a blue-white glaze edge of porcelain. It was strange. Why did all the people playing games in this small place leave in a short while? It was just like the big guys before Peng Cheng came out, like the cinema after the end of the show, and there was no one on the second floor.

There was no one anymore, Peng Cheng was a little upset. If this person was gone, he would definitely not take action again, but today, Peng Cheng was a little hesitant. Liangzi's seven hundred and Xiaodou's three hundred were all given to him with hope. The young man's sense of mission arose randomly. He didn't even think that this was an unreasonable proposition. Why did they both hold hope for him? What did it have to do with them?

His charm came. If he didn't take action now, he would be dawn in a while...even if there were two hours, it would be dawn. Wouldn't everything be too late? No one knew where his sense of urgency came from, but it was only two hours, what would it be late?

However, Peng Cheng felt that it was too late and that it was too late for no reason. He clearly knew that gambling was nothing more than playing with the dealer or the player. Now there is no player. How likely can he win by relying on himself to choose the dealer alone? Thinking of this, he decisively ignored this issue. Even the dealer was a computer, he didn't want to think about it anymore. Such courage was unknown.

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No matter how you win, you will win, the king will lose, the enemy will be brave, and it is not the second tiger.

Now that he was holding the three hundred that Beibei gave him, Peng Cheng was a little picky, and it seemed that it was not much money. Just like when he was a child, how much money was not much money in the eyes of a child. He remembered that he had the first time to go to the dark scene. At that time, such places were not called dark scenes. At that time, he might not be nine years old. He was small, like a bean, and could only run around other people's thighs. He could not reach it even if he was taller.

That day he wore a beautiful sling overalls, dark green, and a red sika deer embroidered on his chest. The place was a pocket containing the candy given by his grandfather. Although he was nine years old, he was very small, just as if his children were seven or eight years old. He went to school with his cousin. Every day, he sat on the beam of his sister's bicycle, set off from his grandfather's house, had breakfast, and rode less than three hundred meters before he arrived.

When my sister was in class that day, Peng Cheng sneaked in from the back door of the small classroom. It was strange. When she was in elementary school, how could her sister look so tall? She was almost half taller than herself. He remembered that at that time, her sister was already in the sixth grade and still had to sit and listen to the class. She put her hands behind her back, and she couldn't let go of her palms. She was a male teacher in that class. He was writing something on the blackboard. Peng Cheng probably hadn't learned to carry a little man on his back. He walked straight into the open back door, walked to his sister's seat as if no one was around, grabbed her red school uniform, climbed onto her legs, peeled the candy in her pocket, and handed it to her sister's mouth, and said in a low voice: "Sister, you eat."

My sister was like a dummy. She stretched her legs straight and drooped. Peng Cheng slid down the slope, slipped down the table, and fell on the foot of the table, hitting the desk, which hurt a little. The desk jingled, and the male teacher coughed and asked who it was, but no one answered. The child was not discouraged. He climbed up again regardless of the slope. After climbing for a long time, he said to his sister's ear: "Sister, I'm out, you go home by yourself at noon."

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At noon that day, Peng Cheng did not go home. It was a game hall next to the school. It was a place that was more blatant when he was a child than now. Almost all elementary school students could play in it for a while. They all stole zero coins from home, stuffed them into the small boxes, stuffed them with coins, and started to turn the small boxes, placing some apples, pears, etc., which the children could understand, but even at that time, more adults were playing with this thing.

Peng Cheng tiptoed among a group of young men and fiddled with a machine by himself. That day he was simply amazing. A little kid got less than ten yuan of pocket money, and he cheated him out of 1,200 yuan when he was a child. It was almost the income of the family for several months. He didn't get much excited and looked calm and silent. He didn't win the money, he left with a tight face, and continued his victory, winning so that all the young men were watching behind him, and no one left.

That day, Peng Cheng only got back 200 yuan, and after he went back, he was beaten by his grandfather. When he was playing, he realized that he probably couldn't take the money away, otherwise the young men wouldn't be standing behind him. Anyway, he couldn't take it away, so he just thought it was a joy to listen. In the end, there were only 200 left on the table, and the little child returned the money.

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It was only 300 yuan, and it took a day to spend it. I don’t know if it was a misunderstanding or if it had a memory of his legs. Peng Cheng seemed to have deliberately gone around the street on the second floor. When he passed by the second floor, the sound of the small refrigerator became louder and louder, just like he was coming for the refrigerator, and the young man went in without thinking.

After a while, he came out again.

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Chapter completed!