If you want a man not to care about money, give him beautiful women. If you want a man to turn a blind eye to a beautiful woman, take him into the casino.

Now even if there is a beautiful woman stripped naked and standing in front of Mikhailov, he will not look at it.

Surrounded by dozens of people and amazed, Mikhailov's heart was greatly satisfied. He held his head high like a king, and glanced lightly at the two hundred and forty chips that had been pushed in front of him.

Koho Matsumoto Nobunaga and Simao Ulyanova were also watching the scene from the second floor.

"Almost, let him win another game and let him get out. If there are more, I'm afraid that he will want to die by then. Xiaobao said to Simao.

"Also, you arrange for three or four more people to wait at the door. When the time comes, there will be another use. Xiaobao continued.

Simao nodded and went out.

"You have to be ready, and you will come out and deal with him in a while." Xiaobao turned to look at Ulyanova again and said.

"Got it, you guy with a bad stomach." Ulyanova pouted.

"It was a shame that I only bet ten last time. This time you must bet big! A voice sounded in Mikhailov's ears.

Mikhailov hesitated, but only twenty chips were raised.

Several people next to him booed. They were all unhappy that Mikhailov was so timid and cautious.

No one noticed that two or three people were quietly squeezing into the crowd.

"Open! Open! Open! I don't know who started it, and then everyone shouted together.

All of them stared at the cup with fiery eyes. Looking forward to the moment when the miracle happens.

When three of the same number appeared in front of everyone again, everyone exclaimed. Maybe this red-haired guy grew up eating shit, that's why he has such strong shit luck.

Mikhailov thumped his head hard. If he had just bet all in. No, it's okay to bet only fifty, so how much money should he have now. At that time, he can secretly buy a ticket to the United States and go to the United States as a refugee.

Suddenly, a tingling pain came from Mikhailov's thigh. He almost screamed.

Looking left and right, Mikhailov only saw two strong men with expressionless faces standing on either side. Everyone else was looking at him with envy and jealousy, but these two were looking straight ahead like puppets, which was not normal.

Mikhailov immediately came to his senses. This is the casino planning to attack him. He hurriedly took off his suit and spread it on the table, pulling all the chips onto his clothes. Holding the chips wrapped in his clothes, Mikhailov ran to the place where the chips were exchanged.

"Let him redeem his chips. Wait for him to walk out of the casino and have your men follow him. After three or four hundred meters, your men will go up and grab it. Let him be as embarrassed as possible. Xiaobao said to Simao, who had just come back.

When the lady at the place where the chips were exchanged asked Mikhailov what he wanted to exchange the chips for, he did not hesitate to say yen. This money will be enough for him to be happy for several years after he returns to Harbin. Mikhailov seemed to see all the Russian girls in Harbin waving to him.

Mikhailov stuffed the money into two suit pockets. The two pockets are bulging and heavy.

Damn, why don't you have a rickshaw. Standing at the door of the casino, Mikhailov cursed in his heart. He had no choice but to walk briskly in the direction of the Tulip Hotel.

Under the street lamp, red men and green women from various countries walked in the Shanghai Tang Concession in Shiliyangchang.

But Mikhailov always felt that everyone on the street was looking at him. Looking at his suit pockets to be exact. He subconsciously pressed his hand on his pocket and quickened his pace.

A gust of wind sounded behind him, and Mikhailov was struck hard by a stick in the crook of his leg. He fell to his knees with his legs limp. Another kick hit him in the back, and Mikhailov's head slammed into the ground like the tip of a hammer.

Mikhailov did not subconsciously hold his head, but grabbed the pockets of his suit tightly with both hands.

Three or four people pounced on Mikhailov. Fists rained down on his body and face.

Mikhailov's brain went blank.

There was a sound of tears in his clothes, and Mikhailov's suit was torn into several pieces and clutched in the hands of the three or four people.

Suddenly, a crisp girl's voice sounded. She angrily scolded the three men who were pressing on Mikhailov in beautiful Russian.

Mikhailov remembered only this angelic voice.

Then there was a sound of footsteps, and the three or four men ran away.

The fragrance of perfume stimulated Mikhailov to open his eyes slightly. A petite girl was leaning over to look at him with concern.

"Qian Xiaobao, Qian Xiaobao! Hurry up. The girl turned her head and shouted in Chinese into the distance.

A small Kai ran from a distance. He also looked down at Mikhailov with a smirked smile on his face.

"Help me get him up." The girl said to the little open.

With great difficulty, the two men lifted Mikhailov's upper body and made him do it on the ground.

Mikhailov finally came to his senses. He looked at the shirt that had been torn into several pieces, and remembered the suit jacket that had disappeared without a trace and the dream of the rich man he had just made, and he actually cried.

Xiaobao and Ulyanova were also stunned. They also did not expect such a reaction from Mikhailov.

Xiaobao went over and patted Mikhailov on the shoulder to show comfort.

"Thank you," Mikhailov said in a choked voice in Russian.

"You know Russian, you are Russian?" The girl said in surprise.

Mikhailov nodded with difficulty.

"Quick, get him up. Take him to buy him a set of clothes. His clothes were torn. The girl said to Xiao Kai. There is an element of command in the tone.

Xiaobao and Ulyanova managed to get Mikhailov to stand up. His trouser legs had been torn apart, swaying in the breeze like a cheongsam.

Mikhailov was taken like a puppet by Xiaobao and Ulyanova into a clothing store. The people in the shop were frightened by Mikhailov, who was dressed in black green and ragged clothes.

"Sir, we sell high-end clothes here. This is not a hospital. A clerk said boldly to Xiaobao.

"We're here to buy clothes. Didn't you see what was going on with him? Xiaobao said angrily.

"Help him find a set of clothes that fit him and put them on. Don't be afraid to spend money! Xiaobao said.

Not afraid to spend money, these four words are like blowing the trumpet, and the clerk looked at Mikhailov's body with an experienced gaze and found a set of expensive suits of the right size and color.

When Mikhailov came out of the fitting room, he touched a suit that was much more expensive than his original outfit and said: "I'm sorry, I, I don't have any money." ”