At three o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the youth gym downstairs.
From afar, Ye Sunyong leaned against the wall, his figure hunched over, completely different from the energetic fitness coach in his memory.
After approaching, I found that his eyes were red and bloodshot, his hands and feet could not stop trembling slightly, and his whole person looked lost.
" Zhang Yang…" As soon as he saw me, his voice choked up instantly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down." Can you lend me one hundred thousand yuan?" I was desperate."
This made my heart "thump" for a moment. Just got more than 300,000 yuan has not covered the heat, someone came to borrow money. I frowned and said warily,"What do you want to borrow money for? What happened?"
Ye Sunyong bit his lips, his face flushed red, hesitated for a long time, and then stammered out: "I--it's just damn, I gambled, I went up, I lost all my savings." But my mom broke her leg, needed surgery, and needed $100,000. I really had no other choice, so I came to you."
Hearing this reason, I was full of doubts.
" Call your mother, I'll ask about the situation…" I said coldly, staring at him, trying to find a flaw in his face.
Ye Sunyong stammered speechless, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes evaded, and he dared not look at me.
In the end, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He squatted on the ground and put his hands on his head. His voice was full of despair." Let me tell you the truth. I really want to borrow money to get back the money. I lost 200,000 yuan. That was my savings for several years. I can't accept it. If my girlfriend knew, she would definitely break up with me." Zhang Yang, for the sake of our past friendship, please help me!"
I am angry and hate, think of his handsome and handsome appearance in the past, but at this moment in order to gamble so embarrassed, angry its fight.
"How can I help you? If I lend you 100,000, can I win it back? Do you think you are God of Gamblers?" I was so angry that my voice raised a few points. I wanted to wake him up." Gambling is wrong. You are still stubborn. It is simply unreasonable!"
Ye Sunyong raised his head, his face full of grief, tears swirling in his eyes: "If I can't win back, I won't survive, I can only make one last bet." I can't just watch my girlfriend leave me..."
"Didn't you borrow money from Ah Qiang?" It suddenly occurred to me that A Qiang was also the coach of this gym. He had a good relationship with Ye Sunyong at ordinary times.
Mention A Qiang, Ye Sunyong's eyes flashed a trace of resentment: "It is he who won my money... he has been frustrated in love recently, but the casino is proud, his luck is good to explode, and he won hundreds of thousands." I asked him to borrow it, but he was afraid I couldn't afford it, so he didn't want to. I really didn't expect him to be so heartless."
I just know, the original Ye Sunyong, A Qiang, A Feng, and some customers, often in the gym lounge play fried golden flowers, the stakes are not small.
I used to be poor, and they never called me.
And today, A Qiang's luck was ridiculously good. God blocked and killed, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha. He won a bowl full of bowls, among which Ye Sunyong lost the most.
When I heard this, my alarm went off.
200,000 wasn't a small sum. How could they lose so easily?
A terrible thought came out: Could Ye Sunyong not have lost money at all, just a favor, inviting me to gamble, this is A Qiang's revenge on me?
So I refused without hesitation: "You know, before I talked about girlfriends, and often buy antiques, the results are eye-catching, there is no money saved." Where can I lend you money?"
Ye Sunyong grabbed my arm hard with hope in his eyes." I heard from Ah Qiang that you're also lovelorn and broke up with your girlfriend Liu Qingya, right? Then you must be proud of yourself in the casino. Therefore, I believe that you can help me win it back. I still have five thousand yuan in capital. You can replace me and go on stage. If you lose everything, you can win half of it. Is that okay?"
As he said that, his tears started falling down his cheeks. Finally, he knelt down and knocked his knee hard on the ground." Zhang Yang, just take it as saving me. I will repay you with my life!"
" But I'm so happy in love. Now that I have a more beautiful and sexy stewardess girlfriend, I'm so happy…"
I thought to myself.
However, seeing Ye Sunyong so pitiful, I decided to find out what happened. I touched the ring on my finger that gave me confidence and pulled him up." Let's go and have a look..."
If Ye Sunyong is really trapped, I will definitely help him get justice; if this is a trap, I will also make A Qiang and Ye Sunyong pay a heavy price for what they have done.
Summer afternoon, the sultry air as if frozen in general, let people breathless. On the street outside the gym, cicadas chirped tirelessly in the trees, adding a little irritability to the hot weather.
Ye Sunyong hurried and looked nervous. He led me through the lobby of the gym and toward an extremely secret lounge.
Along the way, he looked back from time to time, as if afraid of being discovered.
Pushing open the heavy iron door, smoke filled the lounge, and the pungent smell of alcohol and tobacco filled the air.
The lighting in the room was dim and ambiguous. An old chandelier swayed gently on the ceiling, casting mottled shadows.
Four people were sitting around a large gambling table, engrossed in playing fried golden flowers.
Sitting in the middle was A Qiang. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible, and his eyes were filled with cunning and greed.
Ah Feng sat on his left. He was also a fitness instructor. He was frowning and staring at the cards in his hand. There was a trace of anxiety on his face.
A fat man in his forties occupied the right side of the gambling table. His belly was so high that it almost reached the top of the table. His face was full of flesh, and his eyes were shining with desire.
His name was Fatty Luo. He was a client who came to exercise and lose weight. It was said that he was very rich.
Zhong Qianwei, who was sitting next to Fatty Luo, was in her twenties. She was fair and beautiful, with an elegant temperament. Her famous brand clothes set off her rich status.
She is the boss of a small company and is said to earn millions a year.
She was now crossing her legs gracefully, holding a slender cigarette in her hand, smoke swirling around her fingertips.
Each of them had a thick stack of cash stacked in front of them. A rough estimate was that there were at least a hundred thousand.
The cash shined attractively under the dim light, as if telling the desire and greed on the gambling table.
When Qiang saw me and Ye Sunyong walking in, his eyes flashed with a trace of killing intent. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it disappeared in an instant. Then, he put on a warm smile and said excitedly," Zhang Yang is here. Brother Yong is here too. Let's go together. It's more lively."
The rest of them also echoed, hurriedly vacating their seats and inviting Ye Sunyong and me to sit down.