"Since my brother said so, then give up my life to accompany the gentleman. However, ten yuan at a time, the road to riches is a bit long! The beard smiled.

"What? Want to take a shortcut? Long Hao provoked his beard.

"Getting rich overnight, a man's dream!"

"Good!" Long Hao took out a fifty sheet and put it on the seat, and when he saw that he was still not satisfied with his beard, he took out another one.

"Two ...... Let's go! The beard nodded reluctantly, but his heart was secretly happy.

Grandma's, it looks like a flower child, I didn't expect it to be rich and expensive, and today I really stepped on shit luck!

"Brother, look carefully, red or blue?" After some operation, the beard looked up and asked.

"The front two red and one blue indicate that it is reddish today. I guess red, red. Long Hao smiled.

"Okay, it's open, I hope my brother is all the way red today." The beard stretched out a pencil for Long Hao to look at, and then retracted it, laughing secretly in his heart.

It's so stupid and cute, and it's red, as long as Lao Tzu is willing, it's blue all his life!

"Thank you, then give us a red all the way!" At the moment when the pencil was retracted, Long Hao moved his legs, accidentally touched his beard, and the pencil that was about to turn was crooked. He quickly reached out and grabbed the pencil, then removed his finger and stared at it.

The beard didn't mind, and he didn't mind, but he still started to turn the pencil according to his own routine. It's not a pencil, it's money, let alone touching it, even if you slap it twice, you won't move.

The belt turned about halfway, and Long Hao looked up and glanced around. There were a lot of people gathered around, most of them staring at pencils, and a few standing on the periphery and watching. He knew that the people who were looking at him were all accomplices with beards, and if he made a move, the melon-eating crowd staring at the pencil in front of him could buffer and buy himself some time.

"Brother, look carefully, don't say that my brother is playing tricks." The strap was about to be turned, and the beard raised his head triumphantly.

"How can the eldest brother play tricks? Besides, can you play it? Look, guessed right? Red! Long Hao raised his chin.

The beard quickly bowed his head. The strap really fits on the red pencil, and the other end is in his hand. He was a little disbelieving, and tugged hard at the strap, pulling the red pencil crookedly.

"Hey, what's going on? Ming Ming...... "looked at Long Hao with his beard, and then at the pencil, full of doubts."

"It's blue, but how did it turn red, right? I just said it, red, I can't help it. Long Hao smiled.

"It's not...... Could it be ...... Out of the old thousand? ”

"Big brother, it's all in your hands, even if others are out of the middle, they have to have a chance! Again, reddening, if you don't believe it, you can come again. ”

"That'...... Okay, come again. ”

"Big brother, please go through the formalities." Long Hao pointed to the money on his seat and stretched out his hand towards his beard.

The beard stared at Long Hao for a few seconds, and very unwillingly took out two fifty sheets and put them in Long Hao's hand.

"Four, give some speed." Long Hao threw the money into his seat.

The beard began to operate, very carefully and with great care. After wrapping the tape, he looked at the pencil again and looked up at Long Hao.

"Brother, red or blue?"

"Red, it's definitely still red, let's go!" Long Hao lowered his head to sort out the money, and accidentally knocked a piece of money off his seat.

He bent down, leaning on the edge of his bearded seat with one hand, and reached down with the other to pick up the money.

"Excuse me!" Long Hao smiled and put the money in his seat.

"It's okay, it's on." The beard slowly turns the pencil.

The straps were unfurled, and the bearded eyes were rounded. As before, the strap was still on the red pencil, and the other end was in his hand.

"No, it's not like this, it's not, do it all over again!" The beard is in a hurry.

"Big brother, you are willing to lose the bet, you know this better than me, right?" Long Hao grabbed the wrist of the beard.

The beard is strong, and the wrists are like rafters, so the strength is naturally not small. Being the boss of these people is also very telling.

Long Hao is not afraid of beards. He wanted to compete with the beard and see how good he was.

The beard mustered up all his strength, but his wrist was like an iron hoop, and he couldn't shake it at all. He looked up at his subordinates, but they were all behind the melon-eating crowd, and when they squeezed in, they were afraid that their bones would be broken. Looking at the opponent again, the face is not red or rough, as if it is nothing.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. The beard crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, and the feeling is very deep. He retracted his strength and smiled.

"Brother misunderstood, of course I have to admit defeat if I want to gamble. I mean, let's go ahead and start all over again. The beard took out four fifty sheets with the other hand, and put them in front of Long Hao.

"As long as the eldest brother is willing, the brother will accompany him to the end." Long Hao let go of his hand.

"Brother, your luck is really good." The beard rubbed his wrist and glanced around casually.

There were two or three people in the front and back pushing away the melon-eating crowd, standing in front of and behind Long Hao, staring at each other.

Long Hao remained silent and didn't look at those people. Of course, he won't fight with these people, the so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands. Since you can't beat it, you don't have to pay attention to it, what to do.

"Big brother, if you want to talk about luck, it's really not good. The first three were lost, and only two were brought back, and there is still one missing! Long Hao smiled.

"Actually, I won't even ...... Come, I don't believe it yet. The beard began to operate.

"Wait! Five, all of them are big brothers, isn't it time to take turns? ”

"What? In turn? Brother, you probably don't know yet, this is not a turn, rules. ”

"Big brother, you didn't say that at first. Besides, since ancient times, it has been taking turns to sit in the bank, which is the real rule. ”

"It's my rule, you can play if you want, if you don't want to...... Gotta play, too! The beard nodded slightly.

Long Hao felt that his shoulders were hot, and they were two powerful big hands. The two men in front of them stretched out their fists, and they were a foot away from their heads.

"Actually, I don't have a problem with the eldest brother sitting in the bank. I mean it's very tiring for the eldest brother to sit in the village, I hold the pencil, and the eldest brother operates, which is equivalent to taking turns. ”

"Hahaha...... Aren't you taking off your pants and farting? ”

"If the eldest brother doesn't want to, then forget it."

"Your brother has said it, how can you not want to? As you say, take turns to sit in the bank. Now, please ...... Oh, I bet. The beard looked at the money in Long Hao's hand, took out four red tickets and put them on the seat.

The warmth on his shoulders was gone, and the fists in front of him were retracted. Long Hao put down the money, took the pencils with his beard and pinched them together, his movements were very clumsy, and he looked like a raw hand.

The beard shook his head with a smile and wrapped a strap around his pencil, and his movements were quite skillful.

"Brother, you have to pinch it, if the pencil falls, you lose."

"I know, I still guess the red, the eldest brother can open it."

The beard tugged at the strap and guided Long Hao to turn the pencil slowly. During this period, the beard wanted to touch the pencil intentionally or unintentionally, but Long Hao held it just right, and no matter how he turned it, he couldn't fall it off.

When the belt was finished, Long Hao stretched the pencil to his beard.

The beard had long been seen clearly, his eyes were closed, and his expression was quite painful.

The strap was still wrapped around the red pencil, and everyone could see it clearly.

"Oops, it's finally back, it's so hard!" Long Hao stuffed the pencil into his beard and picked up all the money on the seat.

"Grandma's, do you dare to come and bring the big one?" After a moment of silence, the beard suddenly opened his eyes and slapped his seat hard.

The carriage was silent for a moment, only the roar of the shuttle. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and increased the throttle slightly.

"Please make it clear, big brother." Long Hao straightened up, a smile rising at the corner of his mouth.

Dog things, slaughter others every day, let you taste the taste of slaughter today.

"Just a handful, life and death are fate!" The beard took out two wades of money and threw them into his seat.

"Good!" Long Hao nodded.

"Slow down, light up first!" The beard stared at Long Hao.

"Is that enough?" Long Hao took out all the money, plus the winnings, there were more than 1,600 yuan.

"It's not enough, take another thousand, or you'll lose. Don't be verbose, take it! ”

"Give!" Long Hao was about to speak, when he handed over a wad of money behind him. Turning his head, Sun Zhiming was standing behind with a serious expression.

"Let's go!" Long Hao took the money and put it on his seat, and raised his chin towards his beard.

The carriage was silent, and everyone looked at the beard and Long Hao. The driver looked in the rearview mirror again and loosened the throttle.

There's no way, I can't afford to mess with these scumbags!

After some operation, the beard stretched out the pencil to Long Hao.

"I've said it a long time ago, red."

"Hey...... I still don't believe it, but I'm optimistic and ready to open. ”

"Please!"

Long Hao sat upright, keeping a considerable distance from his beard, quietly looking at the pencil.

Sun Zhiming stared at the pencil, his heart "pounding". has come to this point, and can only break the wealth and eliminate the disaster. He hoped that Long Hao would lose, so he would go to the provincial capital for nothing, and he would not be beaten.

Don't dare to win, Long Hao can still carry it a few times, he really can't bear it!

The beard slowly turns the pencil. After turning around twice, he stopped and glanced at Long Hao, who seemed a little unconfident. After hesitating for a second, he turned in the other direction, looking at the pencil as he turned.

There was only one last lap left, and the beard stopped turning, and he looked at the pencil carefully.

"Big brother, let's go, let everyone take a look." Long Hao made a gesture of please.

The beard slowly turned the pencil and fully unfolded the strap, and suddenly he felt dizzy, his lips trembled, and his hands trembled.

Everyone could see clearly, the strap was still on the red pencil, just like before.

"Grandma's!" The beard growled, and with a straining hand, the two pencils "clicked" into two sections. However, the strap is still attached to the red pencil.

"Hey, don't fall off." Long Hao quickly grabbed the money on the seat and stuffed it into his collar, grabbed the pencil with his right hand, put his left hand on the neck of his beard, and leaned over his head.

"Qian, what the hell are you going to do." The beard gritted his teeth.

Several hands in front and back attacked at the same time, some landed on Long Hao's shoulders, and some landed on Long Hao's back, all of them riveted their strength.

"Big brother, I have a scalpel blade between my fingers, and with a little force, your major artery will be broken. If you go a little further, your throat won't be saved, hey......" Long Hao stuck to the ear of the beard, hooked the neck of the beard with his left hand, and pressed down desperately.

The back and shoulders hurt and hurt, and the head was hit several times. But Long Hao can't control so much, as long as there is still a little consciousness, as long as the left hand is still there, he can't leave his beard and neck.

The neck of his beard became more and more painful, and he felt something pierce the flesh, and it seemed that blood was flowing out. He tilted his head hard, trying to get rid of the big hand.

But that big hand was like sticking to the neck, and it couldn't be shaken off. What's worse is that the big hand is moving down little by little, and it is about to touch the throat.

The beard felt oppressed, more and more intense, and a little suffocated.

"Stop, stop...... Stop! The beard raised a hand.

He stopped moving back and forth, but he didn't put his hand down, and he looked at his beard.