Chapter 52
Several people who participated in the gamble felt that they had gained something, and their writing skills had improved faintly, so how could they not be happy?

The others also didn't want to miss today's opportunity, and joined the gamble one after another. Even if they lost money, they would have something to talk about when they went back tomorrow.

I once gambled on the same stage with a new writer, enough to talk about it for a while.

Li Qingmeng was getting more and more anxious, it was not her intention to attract attention.

And this article is too slow, she doesn't know how long she can maintain the appearance of a watchman, if she turns back to her original form on the spot and reveals her true colors, there will be endless troubles.

So she planned to finish another round of gambling, and then look for a chance to change her image and participate in the gambling.

It's just that this literary bet can't be done again. It's too eye-catching for two literary giants to come together overnight.

Li Qingmeng was thinking with her head down, waiting for a new round to start, when suddenly there was an extraordinarily loud commotion from the next door.

She turned her head to look, and saw that it was a dice game next door, a strong man was arguing with the gamer who was playing the dice, as if she suspected that the gamer was cheating.

The strong man was emotional, rolled up his sleeves and climbed onto the table, about to step on the gambling table to play a game of gambling on the opposite side.

Among the gamblers onlookers, some were afraid of trouble and quietly took a few steps to the side; there were also those who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, raised their hands and shouted: "Beat him, beat him!"

There were only two people who knew him well, one was leaning against the gaming table, hugging the strong man's feet tightly, and the other was holding his arm tightly.

The two were still persuading: "Old Ding, forget it, your arms can't twist your thighs; besides, in front of everyone, how could he make a fool of yourself? It's just your bad luck today."

Just as they were making a fuss, a few thugs raised in the casino squeezed over, and they hurriedly tore the strong man Lao Ding off the stage, pressed his arms, pressed his head, and smashed his face posted on the table.

Lao Ding struggled desperately: "Let me go!"

Lao Ding's two friends were busy persuading the thugs with good words: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. He lost too much and went crazy."

The two lightly moved away a few people who were holding Lao Ding's hand, and Lao Ding regained his freedom.

The leader of the thugs hugged his thick arms, shook his legs and said to Lao Ding: "If you can't play it, get out! If you want to make trouble here, you have to see if your arms are as thick as mine."

Lao Ding blushed: "Why should I get out, I have money, I can afford to lose!"

He grabbed the orange brands on the plate in front of him, and let them fall back into the plate with a "crash": "I still have so many brands!"

He shook the storage bag tied around his waist: "Even if all these brands are lost, I still have Daoshi here. You open the door to do business, you have problems, and you still want to drive me away! I won't leave!"

The thug raised his head and glanced at the blogger opposite, but the blogger didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

The thug stretched out his hand to tidy up the collar of Lao Ding's crooked clothes, and said with a smile: "Big brother, there are many people and things here, and we also eat together, so you take care of it. Don't say what you shouldn't say, okay Have fun."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, motioned for several thugs to follow, and quickly withdrew.

After a farce passed, many scattered gamblers gathered around again, densely crowded around the gaming table.

Li Qingmeng was about to turn her gaze back when suddenly she caught a glimpse of a small, unremarkable young man dressed in gray, pretending to be a gambler and squeezing behind the old Ding. The storage bag fell into his hands.

(End of this chapter)

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