Chapter 1426: Knowing

... Knowing...

The ideal is as beautiful as the reality is skinny.

In the next few days, Little Jia not only lost the money he buried at the root of the wall but even owed a not-so-small debt.

But the adults at the gambling table didn't think the other party wouldn't be able to pay it back. They all seemed to know Little Jia's "business."

But there are always flaws in deceiving people. The bosses who went mountain climbing last time came back. They stayed in the village. One of the men wearing sunglasses accidentally discovered the village chief's casino and stood by to watch for a while.

The villagers didn't taboo outsiders, shouting for him to join the game, wanting to scrape some money from the lamb.

However, the man smiled contemptuously and didn't look at this place at all. He seemed to be just looking for some familiar feelings.

Coincidentally, Little Jia was also there today. The man discovered Little Jia, looked at the cleverness on Little Jia's face, and understood the business at the village entrance in the first time, but he didn't pursue the responsibility, just smiled and looked at Little Jia's flexible hands playing with paper chips, and even took off his sunglasses, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.

This was an old gambler, and highly likely a thousand-handed one.

Cheng Shi was so keen that he saw through the other party's identity at a glance. Not only that, he also guessed the development of the subsequent story.

Little Jia was going to be taken away.

This was not a simple imagination, because the light that flashed in his eyes when Old Jia came to adopt him years ago was exactly the same as this man in front of him.

Sure enough, the man used the sentence "Ten bets, no losses" to deceive Little Jia, who was eager to dominate the gambling table, and took him away from this village without relatives.

That rough-voiced young man was not his brother, and a real brother wouldn't take his younger brother to drill into a casino.

The bus returned the same way, still bumpy on the road. The bosses on the bus didn't seem surprised by the man in sunglasses bringing back a child; they seemed to have long been used to it.

Regarding this, Cheng Shi's eyebrows sank, knowing that Little Jia had fallen into a pit.

This man was not simple.

"What's your name?" the man in sunglasses asked happily.

Little Jia sat on the bus, watching the scenery of his hometown constantly receding, without nostalgia, only excitement: "My surname is Jia, no name, they all call me Little Jia."

"Surname Jia?"

Little Jia turned his head and nodded vigorously: "Yeah, this is Jia Family Village, most people in the village are surnamed Jia, what's wrong?"

The man was very satisfied: "Good surname, good surname. What we want to do is fake."

"!!??"

Cheng Shi, who heard this, froze instantly. He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Little Jia, no, Little Jia... For a time, he was shocked to the point of blankness.

He never thought that this father who made him honest had deceived him for more than ten years.

He flashed back to the scene when he first met Old Jia, when the other party was very cramped:

"Oh, oh, I understand, I understand, my surname is Cheng..."

"My name is Cheng Jia, they are used to calling me that, naturally calling me Old Jia, the Jia of 'Jia Tianxia'..."

Liar.

All liars!

Clearly surnamed Jia, why deceive me by saying surnamed Cheng?

Cheng Shi's guess was correct. The man's identity was indeed problematic. He was not a simple old gambler, but the boss behind an old gambler organization.

This boss's business was to adopt talented children from all over the place and then train them into thousand-handed ones to eat the money of the casino.

This was a business that made money very quickly. Of course, it also killed people very quickly.

The thousand-handed ones caught by the casino would not be sent back intact. Missing arms and legs were common, and once blacklisted by the casino and losing the qualification to enter the casino, what awaited these thousand-handed ones was not just disability, but abandonment.

The boss didn't raise useless people.

As long as they failed, the thousand-handed one would lose everything, be taken away assets and thrown to the side of the road, left to fend for themselves, and even not given treatment for their injuries.

Such a price was very high for both the boss and the thousand-handed one, so in the "training" before coming out of the mountain, the children suffered a lot.

Being covered in bruises was not an exaggeration.

It was only then that Cheng Shi knew that the root of the illness on Old Jia's body came from here.

Since being "adopted," he was scolded and beaten every day; but after he adopted himself, he never scolded or beat himself for a day.

Except for that day, when he used a bottle cap to deceive a bottle of Coke.

Cheng Shi wished he could flick his finger to destroy these thugs who scolded and beat Old Jia, but he knew that once he took action in the memory, the memory concerning Old Jia would no longer be complete and pure.

Fortunately, Old Jia was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. Some things didn't need his son's help.

In the constant beatings, Little Jia's thousand-handed technique became stronger and stronger, even surpassing the boss to become the strongest trump card in this organization. No one could discover him cheating in the gambling game.

This was no longer a simple thousand-handed technique. Cheng Shi could see that he had reached perfection in deception, and at this time, Little Jia was no longer young.

Old Jia, with his thousand-handed technique in hand, endured and planned. The first thing he did after becoming famous was to gamble his boss into bankruptcy.

He learned the other party's appearance and threw the boss on the side of the road like a stray dog. Although the other party didn't break his hands or feet, the other party's age probably couldn't survive that cold, bone-chilling heavy rain.

"Those who deceive people are always deceived.

This is the truth you taught me, and now I believe it."

As he spoke, Old Jia turned and left. He knew that one day he would end up like the boss, but he had grown up in this environment since he was a child. Besides gambling and deception, his life had no other meaning.

Just like that, Old Jia's thousand-handed technique brought him wealth far beyond ordinary people. Similarly, it also brought the covetousness of countless people.

Everyone who knew him wanted to share a piece of the pie from his wealth, but no one expected that the first person to share that piece of pie was a receptionist standing in front of the casino.

The injuries suffered in childhood made Old Jia ache day and night. During a certain time when he won money and left the field, he staggered due to severe pain. The new receptionist at the door ran two steps in high heels to support him, and even twisted her foot, standing a bit unsteadily.

For a while, I didn't know who supported whom. In total, the two hugged together and didn't fall crooked.

At that time, Old Jia had seen too much wind and rain and no longer believed in anyone. The eyes looking at the other party were full of vigilance. However, the receptionist didn't care. She was just out of kindness.

Seeing that the person was fine, she limped back to the door and continued her work, from beginning to end without saying a word, enduring the pain, smiling and professional.

Old Jia stared at the person for a while and left silently.

The next day, this receptionist received an anonymous thank-you fee. The zeros behind that check were something she had never seen in her life.

She was extremely happy, but also extremely uneasy. She knew who gave this, but since that day, she never met him again.

She used this huge sum of money to handle the annoying family affairs, resigned from her job, and began to search for the "benefactor" all over the city. In another heavy rain, she found Old Jia who was lying in the alley in pain.

The woman didn't have much strength, but that day she carried Old Jia on her back for several kilometers in the rain. The doctor at the hospital said Old Jia picked up a life. If it was delayed a bit more, the person would be gone.

The woman was very glad, but Old Jia was not grateful. He still felt that this woman was here for money.

But a few days later, major casinos knew that there was a capable assistant behind Old Jia, who often won money.

The assistant's surname was Sun, and no one knew her real name. Cheng Shi knew.

Because at this time, Sun Yi was almost no different from when he first met her. The only difference was that she was not that wealthy.

However, Cheng Shi, who witnessed half of Old Jia's life, already knew where her money came from.

The rich second generation turned out to be myself...

Cheng Shi had not thought about it. He had always felt that Old Jia's past was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be so spectacular, and he didn't expect that the cash on Sun Yi's bed originally came from winning in the casino.

Can the money borrowed for university still be considered borrowing?

It turned out that Old Jia had long ago repaid Sun Yi's kindness.

The memory was still normal up to here, but what happened next made Cheng Shi, who was immersed in nostalgia, slowly feel something was wrong.

Because he, who was constantly following Old Jia's footsteps, actually saw some acquaintances in the memory, or rather, the past of some acquaintances.

Why would they appear here?

Is it a coincidence, or... fate?

Happy New Year!

Wish everyone everything goes well in the new year, and joy follows your heart!

Friends, be happy in the new year too!

Who understands the gold content of 365 days of full attendance!

2026, happy! ===== CHAPTER 1427 =====