A Generation of Gambling King
by Yan Qicheng
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Dim lights, smelly work shed. Several heads formed a circle, with a deck of playing cards in the middle of the circle, and a pile of crumpled food stamps in front of each person. Of course, there are more and less. In this circle of people, the innermost one is a young man. His childish face is like the rising crescent moon, and his slender fingers are like ten tender onions. His eyes were a little red, but the pupils were still shining. There were already piles of food stamps in front of him. This is the eighteen-year-old Yao Jianyun. The only thing that makes him feel mature is the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The choking smoke from the cigarette is constantly hovering over people's heads. "One hundred!" Shouted a bald man from across the street. This is full of shouting, no one dares to shout anymore. The bald man grabbed the six playing cards on the bed and threw them hard.
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