Fan Jian thought that it would be bigger for rich women to play cards.

But I didn't think it would be so big!

What's that?

Doxxing at 2,000?

He usually fights at most twenty, good guy, this group of rich women directly multiplied him a hundred times!

Seeing him hesitate, Sister Meng said impatiently:

"Oops, let's get started."

"What are you doing with grinding and chirping?"

The three rich women were all ready, and Fan Jian only felt that he was roasted on the fire at the moment.

Everyone was fooled into sitting up at the poker table, do you want to say that you can't do it at this time?

No!

Man, you must never say that you can't!

Fan Jian cheered himself up in his heart, thinking that he would fight, and it was not certain who would lose and who would win when the time came.

The four of them were ready, and the familiar sound of machine hemp shuffling came.

Fan Jian muttered in his heart, he had to be steady and leave after firing the gun when he fought so big.

The first hand is played quickly.

Fan Jian glanced at it.

"Hmm...... Not bad. ”

He grabbed one and slapped it on the table.

"Three of a kind!"

Qin Lan directly pushed the card: "Hu." ”

Fan Jian's eyes widened.

What the hell, I just hit the first one, and you're nonsense?

Qin Yun urged him: "Manager Fan, what are you doing in a daze, continue." ”

Seeing that he had turned around again, Fan Jian played another one: "Five cylinders!" ”

Sister Meng pushed the card: "I'm also nonsense!" ”

Fan Jian's face was a little dark......

The little hand trembled, and he typed out another one.

"II...... Twenty thousand. ”

Qin Yun ruthlessly pushed the card: "Hu, it's all the same." ”

Qin Lan smiled: "My side is a grand slam." ”

Sister Meng's face was happy: "What a coincidence, I am also a grand slam!" ”

The three rich women looked at Fan Jian with a smile at the same time.

"Manager Fan, you lost a bit too much in this game."

Looking at the cards on the table, cold sweat gradually flowed down Fan Jian's forehead.

Only then did he understand what Qin Lan meant when he said that they had fought from childhood to adulthood!

What is the daily life of the rich woman?

Collect rent, play cards, do your hair!

Playing mahjong is their natural skill!

If there is a Sparrow God Contest, they are all professional players!

His little Fan Jian is an amateur player who practiced in a street teahouse, and it is strange that he is not tyrannical when he is pulled to play this kind of high-end game!

A deep sense of regret rose from Fan Jian's heart.

But again, as long as you are on the table, there is no reason to get down easily.

In desperation, Fan Jian took out the playing cards used for scoring and continued to draw the cards.

……

Eight hours later.

It's late at night.

Ah Bing was shirtless, on the lawn in front of Qin Lan's house, practicing the Yijin Sutra that he bought for eight hundred yuan.

Now that the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, he can already complete six and a half big weeks.

With a little more effort, a breakthrough is imminent.

And with his serious self-discipline, the original thin figure of Ah Bing also began to change.

The tight muscles are gradually formed, and fitness experts are envious of three points when they see it.

Just as he was rushing towards the seventh Great Week.

Chirping!

A brake sounded in front of the hospital.

Qin Lan carried her bag and got off a Mercedes-Benz elegantly.

Ah Bing stood up from the ground, a little puzzled.

"Sister Lan, isn't this your car?"

She smiled and tossed the Mercedes car keys over.

"This is Fan Jian's car, and now it's yours."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw another Rolex over.

"This is Fan Jian's watch, and now it's yours."

"And his house book, too, belongs to you."

"And his cell phone ......"

"And his Alipay ......"

"And his belt......"

The same thing was piled up in Ah Bing's hands, and everyone he looked at was stupid.

"Sister Lan, what did you do to Fan Jianying?"

Qin Lan stretched a little tiredly:

"He lost everything but his underwear, and he owed me 1.8 million."

"The IOU is here, you take it."

"How to pinch him later, you can do it yourself."

As she spoke, she smiled and slapped an IOU with Fan Jian's handprint on Ah Bing's face.

Bing smiled.

"Sister Lan, six, six, six!"

Qin Lan chuckled enchantingly: "Okay, my hands are sore after a night's fighting, come in and give me a good massage." ”

"Okay!"

……

A hero's misstep becomes a hatred for eternity.

As soon as the bear went up, he became a paralyzed brother.

Fan Jian clearly belongs to the latter.

When he came to work in the property center the next day, the Mercedes-Benz was gone, and the brand-name suit was gone.

Some are just big pants and shared bikes.

Overnight, his image changed from the God of Gambling Gao Jin to the evil god of Huoyun.

When he arrived at the community, he was listless, so he locked himself in the room of the manager's office, slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, his eyes lost.

Sitting like this until the afternoon, Fan Jian's stomach growled.

He came out of his office and went to the cafeteria in the property center.

Every day at five o'clock in the afternoon, the security guards and cleaners of the morning and evening shifts will come here to eat, which is also the busiest time of the day in the canteen.

Fan Jianxing came to the window, made two taels of porridge, asked for a straw, and took it to the side and sucked it silently.

The fellow villagers in Tianxingzhai on the side were a little curious when they saw him like this.

But because Fan Jian's majesty was too high for them, they didn't dare to ask more.

And when the porridge was halfway sucked, a figure suddenly covered Fan Jian.

The surrounding crowd moved and dispersed.

Fan Jian raised his head and only saw Ah Bing standing opposite him.

"What for?"

Bing took out the IOU from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"Nothing."

"I'm just here to help Mr. Lan ask, when will Manager Fan pay back the bad debts he owes?"