Peng Cheng welcomed Xiao Min into the house, elated. He poked the wet umbrella at the door, and he didn't make a sound, but in a trance, he seemed to see a person, who was standing at the top of the building, aiming at himself. But he didn't look carefully, he just swept it subconsciously, and now that he thinks about it, he can't tell it, and he thinks it's an illusion.

He doesn't care about these, this Hong Lei Ge's temperament has always been very evil-warding, he is scary when he sees people, he scares ghosts, he wanders in the casino all day long, and the night is far more cautious than having no money, what else can he be afraid of. Only when Bei Bei said that he was going to cook the wontons before leaving, Peng Cheng was a little flustered, he was afraid that Xiao Min was coming, and he happened to see that Bei Bei hadn't left yet, but what could he do?

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Peng Cheng didn't expect Xiao Min to come over today, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to find Beibei. It seems that he once again underestimated his charm, and he has always played better than gambling when it comes to getting objects.

God closes a door, it means that God asks you to dig a hole, you don't have to worry about the world outside the door you can't see, this is not to worry, it is still a gift, the world at the mouth of the hole may be more exciting.

Peng Cheng, this kid is still a bit of a gambler, playing with money, as long as he doesn't care about himself, he is almost ready to win and not lose, but his luck has been a little worse in recent days. Since he lost the thousand three with Xiao Min, Peng Cheng felt that his luck was like falling into a bottomless pit, and he didn't even report the news of his death.

For a few days, he soaked in the dark field every day, and he felt that there was a breath in his stomach, a breath of unconvinced, jumping up and down, and the thousand three made him sleep. He always stood behind the big bosses, quietly not letting anyone see him. Watching those drumming bags deflated one by one, I was really anxious!

That time was an opportunity, and every time a bag went from bulging to deflated, that process made Peng Cheng feel tormented. As long as he grasps it once, even once, he will ......

Ay!

A stream of blood rushed to the top of his head, and the Tianling Gaili seemed to be boiling, and for a while, Peng Cheng couldn't figure out how much money those opportunities could become, anyway, it was all money, and it shook people's heads in a daze.

But he didn't have any money, he only had ten dollars in his pocket, ten dollars, and he was not qualified to gamble with ten dollars. This is like a corrupt official, if you only have one chance to be greedy, maybe most people can resist it, but if you have the opportunity to be greedy every day, and even every time you come into contact with people, you have the opportunity to be greedy, that repeated stimulation, Peng Cheng swallowed his saliva, can you still resist it?

It was still the words that did not enter the tiger's den that supported Peng Cheng and supported him for a day, did not go to the dark field, and when passing by the open garage of the car repair shop next to him, he saw a small device much smaller than the Xiaoice box, and it was that equipment that gave him another chance.

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It was a small machine almost a meter high, shaped like a miniature version of a small Xiaoice box. On the day Peng Cheng saw it, a man in dark blue labor clothes sat on a plastic stool in front of it, and the man was dirty with a few steel hammers in his hands. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, and he was putting steel hammers into the small machine one by one, and each one had to be lowered to the waist. When the steel hammer in his hand was finished, he chose one of those beautiful fruits on the interface of the machine, or sometimes a few, and the little machine spun around.

All this, Peng Cheng is very familiar, it must be a mini version of the kitten machine. He stood behind the man, the fruit that the man chose did not appear in the end, and those steel hammers would never pop out again, he looked back and saw Peng Cheng, smiled indifferently, stood up and walked towards the shabby half-cut beauty next to him.

The young man put his hand in his pocket and held the ten dollars he had been going to buy cigarettes.

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Everything has a beginning, relying on ten yuan, Peng Chengxiong got up.

The small equipment won and lost less, and he was busy for a night, but he made a lot of money, and he had 200 yuan. The two hundred made him feel that he was going to be angry, so he took the money, stopped going to class, didn't eat, and was sleepy.

He went into the darkness, two hundred went in, and two thousand came out.

At that moment, Peng Cheng took a deep breath and spit it out again, choking himself violently. He had a feeling, a feeling that only came in a trance, that he was eighty percent a gambling god, ten yuan! Two thousand! The young man looked up to the sky and closed his eyes, and smiled slightly.

On the high horse!

Peng Cheng finally couldn't see himself clearly, and he needed an even bigger defeat to stop everything. Please don't worry, the bigger defeat was destined to come from the moment he gambled, it was just a matter of when and how.

Peng Cheng is too serious, forgetting to sleep and eating, not doing his job, and the stimulation of winning money makes him not sleepy and tireless. So soon Peng Cheng ushered in, holding him back to the ground again failed.

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This is a matter of probability, the more you gamble, the more chances you have to lose, but he doesn't even need such a probability at all, as long as he wins that time, from ten yuan to two thousand, then every attempt after that is destined to lose.

Peng Cheng also wondered if he was too godly that time, and used up all his good luck, so he would be like this later, like a lost dog. But soon he dismissed this idea, and he confidently believed that his extremely smart brain could defeat the computer, because the computer only calculates, and he can think.

There must be a law to follow for that thing in the cat machine, Peng Cheng firmly believes in this, but he hasn't found what the law is, so he tried repeatedly, put forward hypotheses again and again, and then took the money to prove the truth of those assumptions in the dark field. Every argument is a truth that comes out of real money.

There is always a price, Peng Cheng understands, so he doesn't feel sorry, only when he faces Beibei, he is a little distressed.

Today he lost money again, so he didn't dare to tell Xiao Min that he was going to starve to death if he didn't eat or drink. Although he didn't say it, he was really going to starve to death! Hungry and waiting until the evening, Xiao Min didn't come to see him. Seeing the clouds in the sky, like a rag full of dirty water, Peng Cheng pondered that Xiao Min must not be able to come. Hunger reminded him of Bebe, the woman he had said he didn't want to hurt at the time.

Conscience is in trouble!

In the face of survival, it seems that everything is secondary, and people always have to grasp what they can grasp in front of them.

Peng Cheng felt that he was already very powerful. In the past, even when there was no food to eat, he would never have deceived Bei Bei like this, he would rather starve to death than call Bei Bei, but today, oh! He seems to be really hungry.