When Peng Cheng was a child, he was not as high as the floor tank, and he was probably just able to reach the cabinet where the TV was placed.

"Peng Cheng, come, here you go. ”

Grandpa is a tall and handsome man, very similar to Peng Cheng's father, he is a cadre of a large company, just that very good state-owned factory, an old Communist Party member, is a serious man, many people see him, they are like a big dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy. Grandpa is the most handsome man Peng Cheng has ever seen, completely different from himself, he always gives Peng Cheng a piece of five cents, two paper tickets, dirty, the same as the second uncle's sister, but the sister's money will be more.

"You're a little brother, you don't need that much money. Grandpa always said this, he still touched Peng Cheng's hair, at that time his hair was scorched and burnt, like a malnourished boy, the hair was soft, close to his scalp, and the sun always made the hair look valuable, like it was made of gold.

Grandpa always gave that sister twenty, once when he was talking to his grandmother, he was overheard by Peng Cheng, he said that girls should be rich, otherwise they will learn badly. At that time, Peng Cheng didn't know how important money was, but his sister would have delicious candy, the key was that those candy were still very good-looking, so he went to his sister's class, the uncle's sister, far less pleasant than Cheng Dan, Peng Cheng wanted to secretly take a lollipop from her seat to eat, and all my sister's classmates would see him and see that he was a different child, and then my sister told her father about it.

"Uncle, my little brother went to my class to steal my candy to eat. "This sister is really good-looking, her big eyes, double eyelids are only a little smaller than Beibei, but she always closes, not like Beibei, to like a grandmother.

Peng Cheng cried so badly that day, he kept sobbing, even though his father carried him home along the road, he still sobbed. His father also gave him twenty, but Peng Cheng refused, the young child, who happened to be stubborn, threw the money far away, and his father went to pick it up, and he ran over and stepped on the money hard.

"Peng Peng's child, hey, how can she say Peng Cheng's words?"

The little child's tears welled up in his eyes, he stood at the door, dead or alive, he didn't enter the door, although he was young, he understood what his sister had just said, and he also understood his father's words.

"He's just like that, Peng Peng is a child, what can she say?" "Mother is always like someone else's mother, she is always objective.

The next day, Peng Cheng returned to his grandfather's house, and when his father left, he took out twenty yuan and handed it to him, but the young man didn't ask for it, he turned around to leave, but his father grabbed him and stuffed the money into his pocket. That day, Peng Cheng saw his grandfather and put so much money on the cabinet where the TV was placed, it was money he had never seen before, and there were four people's heads on it, and there was a stack as thick as a language book.

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The 1,500 yuan made him energetic, and he sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly, squinting at the money, like squinting at the girl he liked. He seemed cautious, and it was so complicated that it was awe or contempt, it seemed the opposite, but it was impossible to judge. After thinking about it for a long time, Peng Cheng stretched out his hand and touched it, the texture of the money is really special, it is different from anything. The young man grabbed the money, held it up in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and then counted it again and again with both hands, fifteen hundred yuan, how fresh, and there were many pieces.

Peng Cheng scratched his head vigorously, he seemed to be annoyed, and wanted to scratch something out of his head, but it didn't seem to help. He put the money a little further away from the television, and then lay back on the bed, lying furthest away from there, as if he were deliberately running away from them.

The room was so soft and silent that he could barely see anything, but he could not be idle, and his eyes were still unplaced, and he could not find anything in the darkness. From this angle, although he couldn't see the money, he could see the table where the money was placed, and he really wished he couldn't see it, the corner of the table that was deep in the ground, like the table where his grandfather put the money, and there was also a TV on it.

Oops! A little frustrated, Peng Cheng turned over suddenly, covered his head with the quilt, and remained still for a while, and suddenly he sat up again. What the hell was going on, he reached out, but before he could sit still, he had enough money on the table.

This time, he stood up, pinched the money in his hand, and never looked at it again. He made a long phone call to his brother, and he was very happy, and then he put Qianfi into the pocket of his yellow-green pants and touched the guy under his crotch. The guy was already limp and well-behaved, but despite this, he suddenly gained confidence, and Tatar pulled up his old blue and white slippers and slammed them against the door.

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It is a game hall with a secret door behind a cabinet, and it is still a hall, and there are no less than 300 square meters outside the secret door. The game console is new, there are many types of games, and the little boys with small school bags on their backs get under the armpits of adults from time to time, sit in front of the game console, and play noisily.

Brother Yi led Peng Cheng into the hall, he was very familiar with the players here, two elementary school students in front of the King of Fighters machine were fighting, one of the children was black and swarthy, buried eight times, on the machine in front of him, there was some money, there was a fifty one, which was wiped out very neatly. The schoolboy grinned, hit a few times, and then glanced at the schoolboy who was the same as him opposite, he had a good job at hand, and he was a master.

The King of Fighters machine is placed next to the door, and there are many people coming in and out, and the elementary school students play well, so naturally there are many onlookers. Brother Yi knew a forty-year-old man standing behind him, the man was burly, his shoulders were almost twice as thick as Peng Cheng's, he was wearing a little thick, and the clothes on his body looked like the kind of jacket he only wore in autumn, with a beard on his face.

"Why didn't you go in here?" Brother Yi smiled all over his face, and under the light, the oil was shining, he was flattering, inexplicably flattering.

"Hmm! As soon as the old man turned around, he saw Brother Yi, and smiled wryly, he was about the same height as Brother Yi, and he also had an oily face, and took the cigarette light handed over by Brother Yi. "This kid has played well, won money, and has been playing for a day. ”

Peng Cheng also likes to play The King of Fighters, and he plays very well, he looks at the child's play, compares his own methods, or tender, if he is replaced, it must be no problem to abuse this child.

Brother Yi didn't have much ink, he still knew the purpose of coming today, no matter how good the King of Fighters was, but he won to the death all day, that is, a hundred and eighty yuan of oil head, he didn't like to look at this thing, and he didn't fight, so after a few simple words, he patted Peng Cheng who was staring at the King of Fighters behind him.

"Brother, let's go. ”

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The large iron shelf next to the toilet left only a small space when it was oblique. The emptiness is very small, and with a figure like Brother Yi, he rubs it sideways, and his stomach always has to be sharpened on the iron shelf. He squeezed in, the shelves creaked, and the old man looked down at the white shirt and cursed.

It was very easy to change Peng Cheng, and he got into it with a little side, and he didn't make a sound. I can't see it from the outside, there is not even a bright spot outside, unlike this is a big gate, and then when I enter the door, it is bright, there is no hole, and it is all in this stuffing.

This place in the stuffing, how bright and bright it is, as soon as Peng Cheng came in, he was taken aback by the spaciousness inside, which was even bigger than the entire field outside. It was his first time here, and for someone like him who had only seen a dark field the size of a toilet, the place was a bit ridiculously big.

Sanjin house, each room to play a game of table tennis should be no problem, surrounded by the kind of fishing "windlass" that Brother Yi often plays, like a Xiaoice box in a smooth water. The young man who came for the first time couldn't tell which one was in a group with which one, and he was a little dazzled. Brother Yi looked at Peng Cheng's eye-opening appearance, patted him on the shoulder very proudly, and motioned him to take two steps in.

It's like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, these young men have seen these plays, but they have never seen this posture. Peng Cheng was very excited, his face was still oozing calmly, and he didn't say a word, for fear of missing a cut. He walked into the two rooms further inside, and as soon as he passed the door, there were rows of cat machines on all sides, and then he entered the third door, and there were not many cat machines. Brother Yi pointed to the chicken in the middle of the big machine, like a table in the middle of the ground, Peng Cheng walked towards it again, getting closer, he finally found that the hidden Qiankun lies in the middle of the big platform.

This big platform is an ordinary game, which is available in most game halls, even on mobile phones and computers, and is generally placed in the hall outside, and there is no need to carry people. The game Peng Cheng called it fishing, and it also has a well-known name, fishing master. The origin of the name will not be recounted.,It's unknown what the name of the first similar game was.,Anyway, the result is that this kind of game quickly became popular.。

The popularity of fishing games is inexplicable, you say that this thing is all luck! Sometimes it is really not said, some people do play better, I don't know when the day will be, just see people all over the street holding a mobile phone, like Chaplin in modern times, dumbfounded at the mobile phone drums.

Peng Cheng smiled childishly, leaking out a pair of tiger teeth that he was rarely seen, he reached out and touched the big platform, and looked back at his righteous brother: "Brother Yi, look, there is this here." ”

God has God's play, and the devil has the devil's play. Brother Yi glanced back at Peng Cheng, then put on a disdainful face of an old-timer, pointed to the platform and said, "Isn't there one outside?" ”