bustling city

"You want me to be the one to replace you at the gambling table?" Zhou Jin asked.

The excitement of this matter exceeded his expectations, and now he felt that it was worth waiting for half a month for the answer. This would be a great adventure that he had never seen in his boring life of more than ten years.

"Yes," Yan Jun said, "As you can see, as an actuary hired by these people, it is impossible for me to practice this plan myself.

But you don't have to worry too much about your situation. Before that, I will train you so that you have the ability to protect yourself and win. At the same time, I will provide you with the most first-hand information, and the two of us will design a solution together Their thousand skills, in order to win all the bets absolutely naturally. "

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, it's just a gamble, I can play now - how much stake?" Zhou Jin waved his hand indifferently and said.

"I don't have any capital," Yan Jun spread his hands and made a gesture of nothing, "Before I was hired, my assets were thoroughly checked. To be on the safe side, there should be no abnormal increase or decrease in my name."

Zhou Jin sneered: "What do you bet without a stake? Empty glove?" "I don't have a stake, but you do," said Yan Jun. He took out a bank card from his wallet and threw it in front of Zhou Jin. "This card is opened with a new identity, and there is 40 in it as your initial capital. Use it to earn the principal of the final game. Our final goal is [-] million US dollars - [-] million as a bet, betting all of them Net worth."

Zhou Jin picked up the bank card, only looked at it twice, and then started to play with it in his hand, with a casual attitude as if it was just an ordinary card worth nothing.

"The identity used to open an account for this card will be the identity you will use in the future.

It will be famous and worth immeasurable, if at the end of the day, you still like this life, then you are it; if not, I can give you another identity as a reward. "

"It sounds good," Zhou Jin clapped his hands a few times with a look of deep approval, then changed his face in the next second, and asked a bit teasingly, "How can you be sure that they will definitely fall for you?" ?” “It depends on your ability.

As long as you're good enough to make them feel threatened, they'll be hooked. "

"What if you misread me?" "Then wait until you finish playing with the 40 yuan," Yan Jun stared straight at the boy's self-righteous eyes, and replied nonchalantly, "I'll kill you. "

After finishing speaking, he keenly caught the momentary dodge in Zhou Jin's eyes, and he knew that this savage weed was not really fearless.

And the slight wavering was quickly covered up by Zhou Jin: "That's not bad," he raised the corners of his lips, confronting Yan Jun, "It's a worthy death."

Yan Jun didn't care about the childish provocation of the young man at all, and returned to the topic with a calm face: "Remember what you think of me now, there is only one rule you have to follow: when you are on the gambling table, I am your opposite, and I am in charge of the game. Man, you are the one who breaks the game, your only goal is to defeat me--at that time, it will not only be with this mouth."

Zhou Jin snapped his fingers confidently, and put the card into his pocket.

"And now? Am I still spending time with you?" he asked.

Yan Jun got up and motioned for him to follow: "Let's go, let's find something for you to do."

-Zhou Jin has never visited the basement of the small building.

From the outside, it is easy to see the existence of the basement. Surrounding it, the entire turf outside has been sunk. Therefore, it is more transparent and bright than the basement in the general sense. It is a floor-to-ceiling glass window, and you can clearly see the inside: a solitary table is placed in the middle, and an octagonal boxing ring is set at one corner. Apart from that, there is nothing else.

Not because of anything else, but because it looked too boring, Zhou Jin never went down to read it.

Now Yan Jun took him there.

Halfway through, Yan Jun poured himself a full glass of wine: this man seemed unable to leave the glass for more than three hours, and the alcohol he drank was always strong. Judging by the standards of alcoholism, he was already a full-fledged addict.

However, judging by his elegance and self-restraint, he couldn't match the greed and recklessness of an addict.

I have never seen him drunk, and even the situation of wandering mind has never happened.

Sometimes Zhou Jin couldn't help wondering whether those geniuses he never had the chance to meet in his life, those superior races who surpassed ordinary intelligence and sat in ivory towers to study things that normal people couldn't understand, would they be like In this way, Yan Jun inlaid all the humble and dark evils with gilded medals of honor, provided them with absolutely reasonable and advanced parasitic places, and made them a part of good and light—or at least became part of beauty.

If you climb there, doing whatever you want can become a reason to be sought after and admired by others——Zhou Jin thought, thinking with a kind of almost revenge—he is willing to try it himself.

Yan Jun took him to the empty table and took out three decks of cards.

"Calm down," he said while shuffling the cards, "Agility, force, endurance, I will teach you these.

Don't expect me to be merciful, take my money, and don't try to be lazy as long as you have one breath left. "

At that moment, Zhou Jin still couldn't fully understand the weight of this sentence, or, at that time, he didn't understand that when Yan Jun said this sentence, what he had in mind was complete honesty without the slightest threat .

He watched Yan Jun's bony fingers shuttle back and forth between the cards, and quickly counted out a thin stack, placed it on the table, and spread it evenly with his palm: ten cards in total.

Then, Yan Jun took out a stopwatch from his jacket pocket, which was much smaller and more exquisite than the stopwatches commonly seen on the market, and its diameter was only as long as one and a half knuckles.

"Ten seconds," Yan Jun said, "remember the faces of this set of cards, and then you can say which one I point to."

Zhou Jin sneered secretly: He also said how amazing the talented student in front of him could do. He didn’t expect it to be this kind of pediatrics—it would probably be very suitable for him when he was ten years old or younger. As for now...that’s not enough for him to stick his teeth of.

Yan Jun saw all his conceit, and the latter pressed the stopwatch as if he hadn't seen it.

Yan Jun dexterously turned all ten cards over with his fingers, and quickly turned them back to the back. At the same moment when the last card fell back on the table, he pressed the stopwatch. It took ten seconds, no more, no less.

He clicked a few, and Zhou Jin answered smoothly, his eyes only lowered his eyes very briefly to confirm the position he was pointing at, and at other times, he looked at Yan Jun with pity and ridicule.

It seemed to be declaring how superior his talent was compared to Yan Jun.

To Zhou Jin's surprise, Yan Jun was surrounded by such gazes: he didn't show the slightest waver or anger, but returned with an appreciative smile: "Looking at you like this, you probably won't bargain with me.

good. "

"That's it," Zhou Jin lazily clicked on the cards on the table, "Is there anything worth bargaining with me?" continue."

Four hours later, Zhou Jin realized that he had spoken too much.

Worse than a loss of consciousness is a total loss of patience.

When he initially became irritable, he used his competitive spirit to convince himself that he saw this simple game of identifying cards as a contest with Yan Jun: he would persevere unconditionally until the other party fell.

But it doesn't help.

Yan Jun is like a programmed machine that has no emotions or feelings. He keeps repeating such boring actions as shuffling, opening and closing the cards so accurately that Zhou Jin can't help but suspect, This person himself didn't remember the points and suits on the cards at all, he was just making things difficult for himself.

He played a clever trick and deliberately said that he didn't remember.

Yan Jun raised his eyes and glanced at him, and reported the information of the ten cards in order, and opened a confirmation card for each one he said-in fact, both of them knew that this step was superfluous.

At that time, according to Zhou Jin's rough calculation, this game had been played more than five hundred times.

In the cold basement, Zhou Jin felt that his clothes were completely wet with sweat on his back.

When his patience was approaching the limit, his thinking naturally began to slacken: at the beginning, he could memorize all the cards in less than ten seconds, but now, after Yan Jun turned all the cards face down, he still needs an extra review Just to make sure I remember correctly.

The scary thing is that Yan Jun seems to be able to see which cards he is uncertain in each group, and when counting cards, he only counts those cards.

After making several mistakes, he could no longer restrain his temper, and slammed his fists on the table.

The stacked cards collapsed, scattered on the table, and some fell to the ground.

Yan Jun also turned a blind eye to his anger, he picked up the wine glass in hand, stepped back a little, and signaled Zhou Jin to pack up the cards.

"Pack up and rest for 5 minutes."

he said.

"And then?" Zhou Jin gritted his teeth and asked.

"Then it's not your worry, you just focus on the cards."

Yan Jun said, pointing to the mess in front of him.

Zhou Jin didn't move, staring at him, his eyes were burning with anger.

"650 groups today," Yan Jun lowered his eyes, staring at the swaying liquid in the wine glass, and said softly, "If you still don't move and stand in a stalemate for 1 minute, we will add 650 groups."

Although he didn't want to reveal his dread of this threat, his subsequent actions already explained everything.

Zhou Jin felt that he had lost face in front of Yan Jun.

When it came to sorting out the cards, he acted fiercely as if he was about to fight.

Yan Jun stood by and said, "Keep your anger, it will be used in a while."

In 5 minutes, Yan Jun went upstairs, and Zhou Jin had no way to vent his resentment, and the empty and bright environment in the basement seemed to be against his emotions, which made him feel disgusted.

Yan Jun changed into a light tracksuit and threw him a pair of boxing gloves.

"Come up, let's see how hard you can go."

His tone was flat, and he was not at all affected by the young man's outrageous emotions.

Zhou Jin took off his coat and jumped onto the ring.

There are no sandbags, no protective gear or equipment other than gloves, and it's sparring.

Yan Jun lowered his focus, and his punches and moves were all well-trained martial arts. While feeding Zhou Jin with moves, he observed the way the young man fought.

The routine of typical street gangsters fighting in groups, the punches seem fierce, but there is no trick, every punch and every leg, the number of moves is the same, as long as you pay attention, you can quickly figure it out; Against an opponent with a little experience, the flaws are fully exposed in front of the opponent.

It was only after that day that Zhou Jin realized how vulnerable everything he had relied on for his survival and everything he thought to be indestructible before was actually vulnerable.

After Yan Jun left, he lay in a dark space for a long time before he gathered his strength to get up, and he didn't even know when the night came.

By the moonlight, he stumbled out of the basement and returned to his room, not remembering whether he crawled or walked.

Before reaching the world of lights, he fell through the gates of hell.