Chapter 1004

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Changgen never could have imagined that playing the Mark Six lottery could lead to something like this.

He had a premonition that Zhong Jianguo was more likely to die than survive.

After all, he was so old, already in his seventies.

His body had long accumulated a whole heap of ailments.

Now with this sudden blow, saving him would be no easy task.

The thing is, his own body also had a whole heap of ailments.

If later on, because of playing the Mark Six lottery, he also suddenly fainted from anger.

Would he have to meet his end like this too?

The moment he thought of this, Wang Changgen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Then he thought about how, over these past days, he had been playing the Mark Six lottery with increasingly high stakes.

The eight thousand yuan his second son had deposited into his bank card was now almost entirely lost!

Looking across the nearby villages, among all the villagers, he had started playing the Mark Six lottery the latest, yet he played with the biggest stakes!

Every time he bet fifty or a hundred yuan, sometimes even two or three hundred!

Only he had the money for it!

And up to now, he hadn't even been playing for long!

If it were any other villager, playing like this would have wiped out their family assets long ago!

"No, I really can't play the Mark Six lottery anymore from now on!"

Wang Changgen muttered to himself.

He made a firm resolution in his heart.

Returning home, he discovered Li Xiulan was still in the living room and hadn't gone to sleep.

"How come you haven't slept yet?"

Wang Changgen asked.

Because usually at this time Li Xiulan would already be asleep.

Li Xiulan's face showed anger:

"You tell me honestly, did you go buy the Mark Six lottery?"

It turned out that this morning Li Xiulan passed by the village entrance and happened to hear people gathered there discussing the Mark Six lottery; she accidentally overheard someone say that Wang Changgen bet big on the Mark Six lottery.

Coupled with the fact that these past nights, Wang Changgen went out to wander every few days, and each time he didn't return until around ten o'clock!

And the two hundred yuan by the bedside had vanished into thin air; it was obviously not as simple as Wang Changgen taking it to buy cigarettes.

So the more she thought about it, the more certain Li Xiulan became that Wang Changgen had gone to the neighboring village to buy the Mark Six lottery.

"That's right."

After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Changgen surprisingly didn't try to argue his way out.

He uncharacteristically admitted it.

If it were the old him, he would definitely have denied it to the death.

But now he had already decided not to continue buying the Mark Six lottery, and he also wanted Li Xiulan to help supervise him, afraid he couldn't resist going to the baldy's place to watch the fun, so he simply came clean.

"What's wrong with playing other things, why go play that stuff? That stuff has harmed who knows how many people!"

Li Xiulan accused with resentment:

"I'm just afraid that when the time comes, the money our three sons earn won't be enough for you to squander!"

Wang Changgen took out a cigarette, lowered his head, and smoked:

"I know I was wrong, I won't play anymore from now on."

Li Xiulan was stunned; she completely hadn't expected Wang Changgen to admit his mistake so fast.

This was simply the sun rising from the west:

"Are you fooling me? Do you still want to hide it from me and keep playing? With your temperament, would you easily stop?"

Wang Changgen's tone, however, was very determined:

"I really won't go play anymore!"

Li Xiulan huffed angrily:

"You tell me honestly, when did you start playing?"

Wang Changgen answered truthfully:

"A little over a month ago, right when we confirmed the housewarming time for our new house."

Li Xiulan asked again:

"Up to now, have you lost or won?"

Wang Changgen let out a sigh:

"I haven't hit a single one; I've lost several thousand yuan!"

"What?!" Li Xiulan was immediately shocked, both angry and amused: "You fool, you didn't win a single time, why did you keep playing! Everyone says that stuff is a scam!"

Wang Changgen gave a bitter smile:

"I also feel that stuff is a scam, but for some reason, it has a kind of magic power that makes me, as if possessed, always think about it; the more I don't win, the more I want to keep buying!"

Li Xiulan, hearing this, was so angry she gritted her teeth:

"I'm calling Dashan and Erhai right now to tell them about you buying Liucun!"

Wang Zhanggen hurriedly stopped her:

"Don't! Didn't I say I won't go buy it again from now on!"

Li Xiulan said coldly:

"Who'd believe your damn lies!"

Wang Zhanggen, however, wore a dead-serious expression:

"I really won't go buy it again!"

"Why should I believe your damn lies!" Li Xiulan demanded.

Wang Zhanggen then explained:

"On the way back just now, I saw an ambulance at Zhong Jianguo's home door; he was taken away by the ambulance."

Li Xiulan was stunned:

"What? Something happened to Doctor Zhong?"

But then she realized:

"No, Doctor Zhong having trouble — what does that have to do with whether you play Liucun or not!"

Wang Zhanggen said:

"Of course it's related. Zhong Jianguo played Liucun, argued with his son over it, then suddenly fell ill and passed out. I don't want to end up like him — arguing with my own son over Liucun, then having a cerebral infarction relapse from anger! If I died like that, I'd die too uselessly, too shamefully! I don't want to become the whole village's laughingstock when I die!"

Dying from playing Liucun — that would indeed make him the whole village's laughingstock.

Wang Zhanggen spoke again at this point:

"Trust me, I really won't go play it again from now on!"

Li Xiulan, hearing this, only then believed him a little.

"That's what you said yourself. What if you still play later?"

Wang Zhanggen said:

"If I still play later, I'll chop off my own hand — that should be enough, right!"

Wang Zhanggen spoke these words with iron resolve.

It could be seen he had truly made up his mind never to touch that Liucun thing again.

At least his resolve right now was very strong.

In a blink, the next day arrived.

A minivan stopped at Zhong Jianguo's home door.

Wang Zhanggen, looking from afar, felt something was very wrong.

Sure enough.

During breakfast, Zhong Zhiming came over with red eyes to notify Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan:

"My dad passed away. The funeral is in three days. Come help out then."

"Okay, okay, we'll definitely be there..." Wang Zhanggen's face was full of shock, then he hurriedly comforted: "That, Zhi Ming, condolences. And also, it really wasn't me who took your dad to play Liucun..."

Zhong Zhiming gave a bleak smile:

"What use is saying this now? The person's gone! Sigh, but his passing is a kind of release too. An old man left in the village — we can't take care of him, and he suffered himself! I won't chat more, still have to go notify other villagers!"

Finishing these words, Zhong Zhiming turned and left.

Zhong Zhiming didn't bring up making anyone responsible again, because he himself knew — last night's words were just angry words.

At this moment Li Xiulan walked over from the kitchen, asking Wang Zhanggen:

"What happened?"

Wang Zhanggen's face turned very heavy:

"Zhong Jianguo passed. His son just came to notify me — funeral in three days."

Li Xiulan, hearing this, was also very surprised:

"No way!"

Wang Zhanggen smoked silently with head bowed:

"Actually, last night when I saw the ambulance come, I knew his chances were slim. After all, he was that old."

Li Xiulan realized at this point and hurriedly said:

"Three days later isn't that Lunar New Year's Eve? That's when our new house fire ceremony is! The dates clash! What do we do?"

Wang Zhanggen expressionless, said coldly:

"What else can we do? A white event is biggest — it's custom, we make way for the white event!"

At the same time, he swore silently in his heart:

From now on, really cannot touch Liucun again!

If he ever touches Liucun again, he's a dog!