After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

[Mr. Qin is not a president, nor is he a banknote, but he is the spokesperson for the banknote.]

[Does the banknote have a spokesperson?]

[Can you please stop keeping me in suspense? Is there anyone who knows something about this who can speak up?]

[Um... I have some understanding of Mr. Qin, so I will just give you a brief introduction. If there is anything wrong, other brothers are welcome to provide additional explanations.]

[Stop talking so much and get on with your story.]

[Oh, okay. Actually, Mr. Qin was just a desperate gambler at the beginning. He appeared in the stock fund trading market...]

At that time, he came here alone with all his savings.

When electronicization begins to cover all aspects of human life, the same is true for stock and fund trading. People can trade at any time through the Internet, so the number of people who actually come offline becomes increasingly pitiful.

The hall that was bustling with people in the past became empty at this time, with only a few people walking in the small trading hall.

The red, green and yellow colors on the screen were reflected on the smooth floor, and sounds of wailing and howling echoed in the hall.

Some people become rich overnight, while others become penniless.

Some people cry, some people laugh.

Everyone was immersed in their own world, so no one noticed that a figure who didn't fit in here came from outside.

Actually, it’s not quite right to say that they are out of place, because from the outside, this place accommodates all kinds of people.

Some people were wearing neat suits, shiny watches, and shiny hair wax, looking like successful people who were about to attend a high-end dinner.

Some people are dressed simply, wearing plain but generous ordinary shirts and pants, looking like ordinary people that can be seen everywhere on the street.

There are also homeless people who wear tattered clothes, have messy hair, and look dirty, like street beggars.

There are men and women, young and old, all kinds of people here.

In this case, the thin, ragged, short figure who stepped in from the gate and looked like a refugee did not seem so abrupt.

He walked straight to the huge screen, staring at the red, green and yellow lines on it.

He looked so thin, probably because he had been malnourished for a long time, so that his cheeks were so thin that they looked unrecognizable, but his eyes were frighteningly dark.

That's why he doesn't fit in.

Compared to others, he seemed a little too calm.

All around him, whether successful people, ordinary people, or homeless people, their eyes were all filled with extreme fanaticism.

They stared at the direction of the lines, their breathing as heavy as that of a bullfighter.

Whether excited or annoyed, the expressions in their eyes were all very intense.

But he, Qin Xunwen, is different.

He seemed to have no idea where he was. His eyes were calm and his breathing was steady.

It was this kind of reaction that was the real reason why he seemed out of place.

After casually glancing around, he walked straight to a homeless man.

The homeless man stared at the big screen in a daze, muttering to himself, "It's over, it's over... It's all over..."

There was an air of despair all over his body, his shoulders were slumped and he looked as if he had lost his soul.

No, it’s not that I lost my soul, but that I lost my money.

To be more precise, in just one minute, he lost all his money.

So now, his eyes are empty, as if he is dead.

It was this kind of person that Qin Xunwen walked straight to his side.

A very abrupt, cold, and emotionless voice suddenly sounded, "I can help you win it back."

Before the homeless man could react, a successful man next to them sneered and looked Qin Xunwen up and down with undisguised disdain in his eyes.

The successful man said to Qin Xunwen in a tone that could not be called kind: "Little friend, this is not an amusement park. You have come to the wrong place."

Qin Xunwen didn't even look at him, but just replied casually: "I'm not in the wrong place."

As for the child mentioned by that person, he did not deny it.

He looked at the homeless man and repeated once more, "I can help you win it back."

The homeless man suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at Qin Xunwen beside him, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, "You..."

Obviously, he didn't really believe that Qin Xunwen could do it.

In fact, it was not only the homeless who doubted him. Successful people also expressed their disbelief, saying, "Little boy, stop bragging. This is not a place for you to play. Leave now."

The crowd that had gathered around them echoed casually, "That's right."

"Little boy, your mother is calling you to go home for dinner."

"Haha, this kid probably doesn't even know what he's talking about."

"He probably thought this was a video game disco."

"..."

Amidst all the teasing voices, Qin Xunwen remained calm. He just stared at the homeless man in front of him who had nothing left with his dark eyes.

"How about it?" He tilted his head, "Have you thought about it?"

The tramp looked up and down at the thin figure in front of him, his lips moved a few times, but in the end, he still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Qin Xunwen nodded as if he had realized something, "Okay."

Then, he turned his gaze to the successful person beside him.

He was about to speak when the homeless man suddenly stretched out his hand, "Wait!"

Qin Xunwen turned around and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The homeless man licked the corners of his dry lips and said, "Perhaps you don't know yet, but just now, I have nothing left."

Qin Xunwen said casually: "I know."

The tramp was even more confused, "You know?"

"Yes." Qin Xunwen nodded, "I know."

Because, it's you I'm looking for.

Suddenly, he smiled and said, "Or let me put it another way."

He raised his head slightly and looked directly at the homeless man. “Would you like to make a bet with me?”

Homeless man: "A bet?"

Qin Xunwen: "Yes, since you have nothing, why don't you gamble with me?"

"If you win, you can get back everything you lost."

"I lost..." Qin Xunwen tilted his head, "It's not a big deal, anyway..."

The homeless man took up Qin Xunwen's unfinished words, "I have nothing left."

No, you still have... Qin Xunwen glanced at the homeless man's head.

Taking a deep breath, the homeless man looked at Qin Xunwen steadily, "So, what do you want to bet with me?"

Not only the homeless people, but also the successful people around them and the onlookers gathered around them were all very curious.

What on earth was this young boy, who looked like a little kid, going to bet on with this homeless man who had nothing?