Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Definitely Turn the Tables
In the not-so-spacious room, the sounds of mahjong and poker intertwined.
Expressions of regret and cries of excitement rose and fell.
However, in such an environment, Yue Jiannan seemed bizarrely unable to see the people around him or hear any superfluous noise.
It appeared that only the cards in his hands could catch his eyes.
Yet sometimes, the noise was too loud and inevitably disturbed him.
Yue Jiannan was about to place a bet when suddenly he heard a scream from the neighboring table.
All the cash in front of him had been swept away by the winner, leaving only a crumpled, empty cigarette pack.
“Hurry up and step aside; others are waiting behind you,” someone urged the man to leave the table, but he clearly did not want to.
“I can turn the tables; I’m sure of it!” he clung to the table, refusing to leave despite others shoving him.
Spectators around them buzzed with comments.
“Mao Hui, you have no money left. How can you turn the tables?”
“Just go home and bring some money; your house isn’t far, it’ll only take a moment.”
Some who had stayed long in the room faintly recalled that Mao Hui seemed to lose a considerable amount of money every day.
His family was not wealthy to begin with; after all, how much could he still bring?
Mao Hui gritted his back teeth; he knew all too well that besides a few bags of grain, all the cash at home had been lost at this card table.
His mind was full of irritation, not over losing the money, but because he couldn’t come up with any extra cash.
Mao Hui felt that he could definitely change his luck in the next round; he was so close to winning just before!
He looked at You Zhichao with a face full of pleading,”You Zhichao, lend me some money. I’ll pay you back once I win.”
You Zhichao stroked his chin, troubled, “Isn’t that risky? What happens if you cannot pay me back? I’m not into risky deals.”
“I can pay you back; I’m sure I will!”
You Zhichao shook his head, urging him off the table, “Forget it, stop playing if you’ve lost money, and go home to rest early.”
The more he was urged, the more Mao Hui couldn’t bear to leave, desperately pleading, “You Zhichao, please do me this favor. I just need twenty, and I’ll give you twenty-five tomorrow.”
You Zhichao hesitated, “What if you can’t pay it back?”
“I still have land at home; I’ll compensate you with the land if it comes to that,” Mao Hui was downright obsessed, with his mind completely fixed on turning the tables.
He believed that once he had the money, he could not only break even but also make a large profit.
In the beginning, he had been quite lucky and won quite a bit.
You Zhichao seemed to be persuaded, sighing helplessly, “Alright, then I’ll write an IOU, and you need to sign it.”
Soon, You Zhichao produced an IOU with handwriting as ugly as worms, but Mao Hui hurried to sign it impatiently.
“You can read, so don’t claim later that I duped you.”
Mao Hui nodded repeatedly, taking two large denomination bills from You Zhichao.
“Thank you, You Zhichao; I will definitely repay you.”
The people at Mao Hui’s table stopped making a fuss and continued to play cards with smiles on their faces.
This interruption, however, made Yue Jiannan sharply pause, a thought flickering through his mind.
Yet in the next game, Mao Hui actually won big and managed to recover three dollars—almost all of his interest.
People around him congratulated him, and Mao Hui was all smiles himself.
Seeing this, Yue Jiannan relaxed and continued to focus on the cards in his hand.
Hey, he had dealt a good hand this time; he was sure to win.
Money came too quickly in such card games; had he known about this kind of place earlier, wouldn’t the Yue Family have become rich long ago?
Why then had they been poor for so many years?
As Yue Jiannan pondered, he placed his notes down in front of him.
“I’ll match it, double the bet!”