The Whole Internet Watches as I Lose My Ancestral Home on New Year's Eve

On New Year's Eve, a day meant for family reunions, he charged headfirst into the village bully's rigged gambling trap. Under the gaze of cameras livestreaming to the entire internet, Lu Chen looked like a madman who had lost everything, stumbling step by step toward the abyss. He lost his 300,000 yuan in savings, the family's New Year provisions, and finally, amid a chorus of curses, pressed his own blood-red thumbprint onto the deed mortgaging his ancestral home. His father's slap, his neighbors' mocking sneers, and millions of netizens' curses crashed over him like a tidal wave: "Why doesn't a degenerate gambler like this just die?" "How did the Lu family produce such an animal, someone who'd even sell off his ancestors' roots?" The whole internet was waiting for the moment Lu Chen's family was destroyed. Yet no one noticed the eight of spades the cardsharp had switched out, lying quietly in Lu Chen's sleeve. And when he looked up at the village bully, a trace of icy amusement flickered in his eyes...