On that day, Peng Cheng called Beibei. It was midnight, a deep night when she could no longer go out. The bright moon hung high in the thick darkness, with the clear and bright white light of April, and the soft white light that was not very bright. He spoke hesitantly, but he could still hear the urgency of restlessness. He said that he met a person in the Internet cafe. This person was their Internet cafe partner. He said that he was very safe. He had been selling game points in the Internet cafe for a long time and was a capable uncle.

Peng Cheng couldn't wait to let Beibei know that it was person who would open a new era of wealth in their family. Happiness came too fast, or maybe it was ragged so that people couldn't see the truth, but if you recognize it, everything would be different. You must know that it can bring too much. They can get married, have their own life, their own house, and their own children, but the premise is that they need to chisel the person and let him give them the beginning.

Hum, everything comes from a new beginning.

"Daughter-in-law, don't hesitate. Uncle Li recently booked a new job."

Beibei understands Peng Cheng's meaning, maybe is the beginning for Uncle Li. If that's true, then they will be the same group of people who eat crabs first. This is so important for anyone to come first and everything, and Beibei also understands these things, but new job is not very new, but it is also considered fresh. The key is that it is fresh in form.

"My wife, keep up with the times. Only those with vision and courage can make money." Peng Cheng claimed to be such a vision and courageous person. He said that Uncle Li has a private server game website, which is not a game such as legendary fighting and killing, but a thing that plays fishing machines and gambling on the Internet.

"That won't work." Beibei vetoed angrily. At the same time, a hint of confusion arose in her heart. It was still gambling. She could not believe in those things anymore. It was not an opportunity at all, it was a trap that harmed people.

"Never, don't you understand? Don't even think about it." So she said again, her words were full of experience, but she still felt very bad.

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Peng Cheng is obsessed with making money. He is very smart, so he naturally has many ways to make money. His strange and delicate heart is always transparent. Uncle Li comes as usual every night, and he adds some points as usual. He makes up for any game points, and he is not picky about it. That day Peng Cheng sold a special card. The card only has red and white colors on the surface, not a single Chinese character, not an English character, not a single word, not a single word, as simple as if it was saved by himself and his family, and cut it with a handmade plastic pad.

The man who bought the card did not play in the Internet cafe. He packed all the red and white cards and gave Peng Cheng 1,100 yuan. He never came back after going out. At night, Uncle Li came to re-do the card, and there were also such red and white colored cardboards. Not only that, the card was gone without plastic wrapping.

"Uncle, what kind of game card is ?"

Peng Cheng raised the cardboard and asked, his curiosity getting heavier. He looked at Uncle Li counting the money as usual, still looking like he was never moved. Then the old man glanced at Peng Cheng from the corner of his eyebrows and said, "It's the website."

"Web game!" Peng Cheng continued his question. He slapped the uncle's shoulder with his fist, trying to make him speak faster.

Uncle Li insisted on counting the money. He unbuttoned the two buttons in the collar of the cotton jacket and put his hand into the coat. The collar of the coat was no longer as color as it was, it was a little dark, but it was not dirty, like a washed-out color. He put the money away, and did not speak. He gestured to Peng Cheng to take a piece of paper and took a pen. The old guy's handwriting was really good, but he was a little dazzled. He leaned back and glanced on the paper for a long time, and wrote an English website with a very Chinese style pen. Then, he pointed to the words on the paper and the fragments on his face, all of whom were confidently entangled: "This."

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That night, Peng Cheng opened a card himself, a red and white card without words, and a card cost 100 yuan. Peng Cheng had no money, so it was Song Xiangnan who opened it for him.

After midnight, Xiangnan came, so she applied light pink lipstick, and the cream was shiny, evenly applied to her thin and heartless lips, which looked pretty good. She didn't go to the bar to drive the machine. The two of them were so familiar with each other, so there was no need to be arrogant and reserved. She walked over and the sound of the clicking heels hitting the ground. She stood beside Peng Cheng, bowed gently, and itched on his arm, and the young man said, "What do you think is?"

The website left by Uncle Li opened at a glance. It was a colorful new world. Like all private servers, it made simple 2D pictures and undeletable plaid frames, but it still attracted Peng Cheng deeply. He looked up at her with his eyes dissipated. He felt very comfortable. He reached out to hold her and sat on his legs, stretched his body back hard: "I think Nan, you must have never seen before."

"What is ?" Xiangnan leaned closer and looked at it. Peng Cheng smiled without saying a word. He clicked on a room, which was a green interface, and there were some playing cards scattered in the middle of a green oval: "Haha?" Xiangnan seemed to understand it. She spoke like she was disdainful after knowing her hands.

"Okay, Professor Song, I know everything!" I had to look at her with admiration. Peng Cheng still remembered that when he first mentioned the casino with Beibei, the girl had big empty eyes and stared at her, as innocent as a fool, she could only slam it.

"What's wrong with ? Is it so stupid like you? Do you like to play ? Then how good you can play JJ games, picture is too slow."

The light of the computer screen covered Xiang Nan's face with a large and slap, with high and low undulating pits mixed with unexpected shadows. Looking at Peng Cheng's oblique angle of 14 or 5 degrees, it was very uncomfortable. The young man decisively turned his head: "Uncle Li did it, but he could win money."

"Then do you have the money to play?"

Xiang Nan did not hide his ridicule of him, which made Peng Cheng unable to indulge him. "Tsk!" The young man swiped the game interface: "If I don't go home, my mother can give me money. She just stuck me with money and let me go back!"

"Cut, cut, cut, cut less." Xiang Nanteng sat up from Peng Cheng's lap, took out a hundred yuan in his pocket and slapped it on the table: "Don't always feel like I owe you something, it's because you don't like to go back, okay? I'll give you money, and you won't win."

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If you don’t win, can Peng Cheng not win? Twenty minutes into the air and twenty minutes out, he called Uncle Li and then transferred the money to Xiangnan’s bank card. That night, Xiangnan went home early, but before the sky was clear, Peng Cheng stood on the steps opposite the Internet cafe and watched her walk upstairs. The sensing lights lighted up layer by layer, and then became darker again, until she opened the window of the balcony, reached out, and shrank back.

The young man came back and sat at the bar. The wind was blowing through the bones in the middle of the night, and he was a little cold, but his hands were trembling with stimulation. His mind was full of colorful colors, and the little rabbit was jumping and cute, like a woman's pain during childbirth, and bursts of bursts came.
Chapter completed!