Chapter 82: The Accidental Gambling God (1/2)

Feng Biao got into serious trouble.

He lost ten thousand yuan in one night.

Not playing mahjong, Pai Gow, or poker,

but by gambling in a game arcade, which was quite popular in 2001.

He played the gambling machines all night and almost lost everything, even his trousers.

Now he was detained in the game arcade, with the owner demanding the money within a day or else face the consequences.

Zhang Wenqiang, who arrived this morning, had actually been there the night before.

He was at the game arcade ahead of Feng Biao but only lost five hundred yuan. After escaping in the morning, he hurriedly came to deliver the message.

Qingfeng’s mother spent the morning at the game arcade pleading, to no avail.

In the afternoon, she went to the countryside to borrow money from Feng Biao’s neighbors, but they all refused without giving a reason.

That’s why his mother thought of asking Zhao Qingfeng if he had any money, hoping to gather some to ensure Feng Biao’s safety, and then think of other solutions if needed.

But Zhao Qingfeng’s next words dashed her hopes of borrowing money from the Shen family, “I can’t, Mom. I just got into a fight today, and Aunt Ding just compensated twenty thousand yuan for me.”

“Ah?”

His mother gasped in shock.

How much?

Twenty thousand!

After learning the details, she clutched her chest, her breathing becoming rapid.

Zhao Qingfeng was startled and hurriedly comforted her, “Mom, don’t worry, I haven’t finished yet.”

“I just called the provincial city. The sales of the clothing are very good. I will receive my commission of fifty thousand yuan before the university entrance exams are over.”

His mother didn’t know the details yet.

After Zhao Qingfeng explained, she was somewhat relieved but still worried, “Your Aunt Ding’s money can wait, but what about your uncle? Never mind, go study. I’ll go to the factory and see if the director can think of a way.”

The beer factory was not a charity, especially after the incident with the three aunts.

Moreover, his mother, like the compensation, was a sensitive issue for the beer factory, so the chance of borrowing money was zero.

His mother realized this as she spoke.

She sighed, suddenly thinking of Old Yan.

Old Yan was a reasonable man; if he had the money, he would definitely lend it.

Just as she was about to stand up,

she found Zhao Qingfeng already wearing his shoes and standing at the door, “Mom, I’ll go and check the situation. You just wait at home. If we really need money urgently, I can borrow it from the provincial city by tomorrow at the latest.”

After confirming which arcade it was, Zhao Qingfeng ran downstairs and took a taxi straight to the game arcade.

He was quite familiar with the game arcade called “Emperor’s Fun,” located on the second floor of an antique building in the county town. He used to go there often in junior high, but had not been there since internet cafes became popular.

Thirty minutes later,

Zhao Qingfeng pushed open the door of the game arcade.

The arcade, about 200 square meters, was rectangular.

Three pool tables lined up at the entrance caught his eye first, followed by over fifty game machines arranged in a circle against the walls.

The gambling machines were located near the right wall.

Fruit machines, poker machines, horse racing machines, and more.

In 2001, gambling machines were loosely managed in county towns, for reasons that didn’t need to be stated.

Zhao Qingfeng looked around. Besides a few familiar faces, he didn’t see his uncle.

He walked quickly to the owner, lying behind the counter, and asked, “Boss, I’m Feng Biao’s nephew. Where is he?”

The boss, a chubby man in his forties with a fat face and big ears, was lazily watching a video while smoking.

Hearing Zhao Qingfeng, he flicked the ash and lazily replied, “What do you mean? Your mother begged here all morning to no avail, and now you’re sending a kid?”

“Tell you what, no way. Debts must be repaid. Bring the money, and we can talk.”

Zhao Qingfeng didn’t think about using threats like calling the police.

That would be pointless.

If someone could run a booming business less than five hundred meters from the police station, it meant they had some clout.

And the boss was quite reasonable; he didn’t beat anyone.

At this moment…

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