Don't bother me to make money

Chapter 112 Kissing Everywhere 12
In the third game, Chu Ci won.

His total points are higher than his opponent, so in this group arena, he is the final winner.

When the referee raised his hands to deliver the check to him, Mrs. Chu's face was livid with anger.

"Useless stuff!" She scolded the player she sent with a lot of money, and finally stared at Chu Ci, who was also scarred, for a long while, and left with an extremely gloomy expression.

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Chu Ci stepped off the stage, put on his own clothes, and his muscles suddenly relaxed after being extremely tense, causing an unbearable soreness and acrid feeling.

He took a breath, took a check with a denomination of 100 million, and left through the back door.

As soon as he went out, a middle-aged man with a haggard and sallow complexion walked towards him quickly: "Ah Chu, did you win the competition? How much is the bonus?"

When Liao Wenhai saw the check in the young man's hand, he snatched it away. When he saw the string of zeros on it, his eyes lit up: "Why are there so many this time, 100 million!!"

In the dark alley, a few mean-spirited men came one after another, pushed Liao Wenhai aside casually, took the check in his hand, and after seeing the denomination, he was satisfied and laughed: "Old man, You owe our casino exactly 100 million, I took the check, and we settled it."

Liao Wenhai hurriedly got up: "Brother Yang, did you remember wrongly, I only borrowed 20..."

Brother Yang spat on the ground: "Interest is not money. Our brothers follow you every day to ask for debts or tea fees. It's already an exaggeration for you to clear it up. Old man, don't be ignorant."

Liao Wenhai followed Brother Yang and the others in a humble and pitiful manner. The wanton laughter of Brother Yang and the others was clearly transmitted to the completely ignored young man's ears through the night wind.

He stood there silently, his eyes were filled with thick blackness—he had tried every means to bring Liao Wenhai back on track, even moving out of the former city.

However, in the face of gambling addiction, all his efforts are too small.

Almost... almost paid off, right?

The boy lowered his head and kicked the stones on the side of the road, his expression blurred.

In this world, he was only willing to call that dead man his father, but unfortunately, that man had a bad temper and would never recognize him, the son he raised with one hand, until his death.

Thinking of being served all the way here with a stick when he was a child, the young man lowered his head and laughed: "Your surname is Liao, you died simply. I owe you for leaving such a piece of trash in my care?"

He rubbed his nose, and the smile slowly faded away... Even if he owed too much to Liao, no matter how impatient and dragged down, he still had to continue to take care of him.

He lifted his feet and walked towards home, remembering that there was a mess there, and when he had to clean up after going back, the boy let out a shallow breath.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, he took it out, and found two transfer records and a few text messages.

The transfer amounts are 300 and 1000 respectively.

The content of the text is——Hey, after you received the money, I will treat it as if you promised to send me home every day.

I don't want you to be disadvantaged either. I'll take care of your three meals a day. How about it?
Otherwise, when I find a house in the future, I can help you do the laundry, okay?
These messages were all sent an hour ago. At that time, he was in the ring and didn't see them.

Maybe it was because he didn't reply for too long, the little girl was anxious, and sent several ellipsis in a row.

It was only then that Chu Ci remembered that after school in the afternoon, he saw his new deskmate was pretty, so he teased her, but he didn't expect the little girl to really take it seriously.

300 is the reward for taking her to the hotel this afternoon.

1000 is the reward for him to send her home for the next month.

No matter how short he was of money, he wouldn't be short of 800 yuan.

Chu Ci's eyes fell on the sentence [I'll take care of your three meals a day], and didn't move for a long time.

……

Over there at the hotel, Qiao Xia, who was about to fall asleep waiting for the news, lay on the pillow drowsily, half asleep and half awake, when she heard the notification sound, she dazedly took it over and clicked on the chat page with Chuci A sentence jumped out of it——

【Tomorrow morning I will eat poached eggs】

　The last update, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)