The steward of the gambling house saw that Nan Wuji had not lost since he entered the gambling house, so he kept an eye on him.

Nan Wuji stared at the pile of broken silver in front of him, stood up quietly, and said, "Don't play, it's not interesting at all, Meng Gang, let's go!"

"Yes!" Meng just saw the master turn around and leave, not caring about letting the people in the gambling house exchange for silver tickets. He propped up his robe, swept his arm, put all the money he had won into his robe, and walked out of the gambling house with his pocket.

The person who followed Nan Wuji and won a lot of money saw that the God of Wealth was gone, and his face was reluctant.

As soon as Nan Wuji and Meng came out of the gambling house, they noticed that someone was following them. Nan Wuji didn't seem to know, and still walked on the street in a chic and free way.

Meng Gang paused, a sneer on the corner of his mouth. When he walked in front of a few begging children, Meng Gang's hand holding the silver loosened. The silver "banged" and fell in front of a few little beggars.

The little beggars were stunned, looked at the silver on the ground at once, and looked up at the man in front of them.

Nan Wuji looked back and saw that not only did they not immediately go to rob the silver, but instead stared at Meng Gang stupidly, he walked over funny, looked at the tallest boy in front of him and said, "This silver is all for you, why don't you pick it up?"

The three or four children beside the boy blinked innocently and looked at the good-looking uncle in front of them.

"The master said that pies don't fall from the sky for no reason. You can't take things from unknown sources, and you can't covet things that don't belong to you. The boy spoke.

"Oh, boy, whoever your master is, but he's not right. Nan Wuji looked at the calmness between the boy's eyebrows, which was trust in his master.

When the boy heard this, he tilted his head, a little incomprehensible to him: "What do you mean?"

Nan Wuji hooked the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Your master is right, pies will not fall from the sky for no reason." However, there are some things that you also have to see if it is what you want. If something is what you want, but it's someone else's. So, did you just give up so easily?"

The boy frowned, "I don't know!" he didn't think so.

Nan Wuji picked up the fan and fanned it gently: "Since you don't know, then think about it! Ben Gongzi just gave it to people who needed it, you know?"

The fan struck the boy twice on the head, then spun away.

"Brother!" a girl next to the boy who was pretending to be a boy tugged at his sleeve.

The boy looked left and right and saw that no one noticed them in the corner. Hurriedly took off his clothes full of patches, picked up the silver and wrapped it so that it would not be seen and robbed by others. The man was right just now, he can use this money on people in need.

"What about people?"

"Lost it!"

"Damn!" the three strong men walked around the street, not seeing the two men they were looking for.

It was night, Nan Wuji was alone in the courtyard, admiring the moonlight while inviting a cup to the moon, so happy.

Suddenly, a figure leaped into the courtyard from outside the wall.

Nan Wuji heard the sound and raised his eyes to look at him.

The visitor saw two wine glasses in front of Nan Wuji, took a secret breath, and stepped forward: "The prince knows that he will come next?"

"Sit"

Nan Wuji raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement.

"Lord, let's say, you came to find you, what are you going to do for your lock?" the man sat down and filled his wine glass for himself, naturally without the slightest scruples or pretentiousness.