Brother Hei took his head and walked down two steps, and everything was clear. This basement is very simple, to say the least, there must be four or five hundred square meters, the height is set to exceed three meters, there is no decoration, clean and neat blanks, * naked, as if specially prepared for gambling. The incision in the iron shelf next to the wall is obvious, and it seems that this should have been a boiler room before, but now the boiler is gone, and it should be a common property. The wires all over the ground are in the open, I'm afraid that they will burn and be difficult to clean up, and they haven't done much to decorate. On the right side of the staircase is a luxuriously rounded table, which is not suitable for this place, which is extremely elegant, divided into two floors, and has an electrically rotating tabletop. Peng Cheng worked in a big hotel, he had seen such a table, but he had never seen this kind of material, so smooth, stealing the shells only to be moist, Brother Hei said, it was an enamel tabletop.

All kinds of gambling machines are placed in this basement, horizontal and vertical, but not really messy, each group has its own way of arranging, it is really wasteful. Peng Cheng has seen many machines, people who have always come to play in the dark field, although they have never entered here, they have also seen it in other fields. Four big dogs, sixteen kinds of animals, and small rabbits, Peng Cheng didn't know what the names of those machines were, he only knew that the same machines would always be placed in different positions, for example, there was a group of rabbits jumping machines here, and the other group would always be far away.

Most of these machines will be hung next to a large whiteboard, on which the odds and the price of the score are written casually with a whiteboard marker, large and small, and the writing is extremely ugly. There was a board in the northwest corner that said 1:100, Peng Cheng glanced at it from afar, quite puzzled, he couldn't understand, could it be that 100 yuan would buy 1 cent? This is too expensive! But if 1 dollar buys 100 cents, who will pay for the electric word?

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Brother Hei led Peng Cheng all the way inside, three steps and five steps, with some frosted glass partitions, so that the machine could be placed against it. It wasn't a partition, it was a screen, and it wasn't next to the wall on either side, making it easy for people to move back and forth. There will be most of the two people in the space between the screen and the screen, and the person carrying a small waist bag is also a good score! Peng Cheng roughly calculated, six, counting himself a total of seven people, all of them are old ladies in their fifties, and they are dressed up like no conventions.

Walking to the fishing machine inside, Brother Hei stood still, he looked at all the machines, pointed to the six machines in it and said: "Xiao Peng, you are here! ”

It was the first time that this bright big brother spoke so gently, like Lord Ao Bai before he went berserk, although he was born with a starry face, and he was always a little fierce, but Peng Cheng still saw the change in his attitude and nodded hurriedly.

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Peng Cheng's six fishing machines, in the tight position in the field, he was the only one, and he looked at the entire partition by himself. The fishing machine is not better than the windlass, it occupies a large area, and it always has to be tiled, and he is a little careless, and there are always not as many people who want to play the fishing machine as there are not as many people as the windlass! This thing has no technical content, and there is no calculation, and there are few people who love to play. Looking at the six machines in front of him, Peng Cheng estimated that this eighty percent was a job that didn't come with money.

The young man was thinking about it, the door opened again, a strong wind blew, Peng Cheng followed and raised his head, and the woman in the gypsy dress came in. This time she was joined by a young boy, who looked to be in his twenties, with a wide back, a round face and big ears, and looked very similar to the big boss in his forties that day. Probably fat, the young man's feet are skimmed out, and the two legs can't be together, but he really doesn't look very fat, that is, a little strong. He wore glasses, rimless glasses, his hair was short and energetic, and his face became bigger.

The six old ladies in front seemed to see Tang Seng's monsters, and they all leaned over, chattering, and Peng Cheng, who was far away, could hear it clearly. The sound transmission in the basement is particularly good, and these stinky feet are simply disgusting. The fat boy whose legs couldn't touch each other was really the son of this old girl, Peng Cheng glanced at it and lowered his head to test the key, and then never looked at him again.

The mother and son turned around and entered a security door next to it, and Brother Hei also followed, muttering inside for almost twenty minutes, and then walked out one after another. The old woman didn't look like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve today, and her black down coat looked much more temperamental. She raised her neck, looked in the direction of Peng Cheng, and whispered a few words to Brother Hei, at this time, her son also glanced back at Peng Cheng, and then turned back.

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When night falls, it's hard to tell the difference in this basement. Peng Cheng's mobile phone has no signal, and he has never gone out to see Ba An again. Around six o'clock, Brother Hei came back with two large boxes, the kind of white foam boxes for fruits. Brother Hei put the box down and filled the beautiful enamel table with food, six hard dishes, fruit and cigarettes. Then, he shouted for everyone to come over, this is the time to eat, Brother Hei picked two meat dishes from the pile of dishes, packed a lunch box, and packed another box of rice, and walked towards the stairs.

Peng Cheng obediently waited for the aunts to take out the dishes and chopsticks, and turned around to tell him to walk over, like a restrained child, standing only on one side. After setting up the plastic stool, several people sat down, and Peng Cheng still stood aside. The aunt he could always see, she wore a small blue floral sleeve, a blue cotton shoulder, and a big masalati white label on her back, she glanced back at Peng Cheng: "Sit down, young man, eat." ”

During the meal, the aunt stared at her eyes very proudly, and the wrinkles on the side of the eyelids became more and more obvious, like multiple layers of double eyelids. She raised her hand and patted the stool next to her, and pulled down Peng Cheng's sleeve, Peng Cheng smiled embarrassedly and sat down.

"The young man is honest, it's okay, our food is good, it's like this every day. The aunt said, picked up the chopsticks, these people are all familiar, they are all old ladies, and they naturally can't be quiet when eating.

Peng Cheng was a little strange, there were so many machines here, in fact, there was no one who came to gamble, he had never seen anyone come to this scrap yard, and he had never paid attention to this place.

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After eating, Peng Cheng sat next to the fishing machine he watched, and looked at the big fish on the table like Ba An. These six machines, the highest odds are one to six thousand, that is, the big yellow golden dragon in front of him, and if he defeats it, it is six thousand, in fact, this place is the same as the field he watched during the day, this six thousand machine, he also has one there.

Peng Cheng turned his head and saw the aunt next to him, the blue Maserati aunt, and leaned over. Brother Hei was still eating on the enamel table, Peng Cheng felt a little abrupt, but he still took the risk to ask, he didn't believe that this old lady could have any great wisdom: "Auntie, no one is here either?"

"What! This isn't the hall outside you, what is that?" said the aunt, her eyebrows and eyes were clamping back and forth! For Peng Cheng's question, her disdain was about to overflow. "It's not time, there aren't many people here during the day, and I can't say that there isn't one, so I didn't call you in in the morning. ”

When Peng Cheng heard this, he understood in his heart, but he still asked: "Then why is there no one now?"

The aunt glanced at him with contempt and said, "Let you catch up." ”