Free Web NovelChapter 484: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Four: Gambling is not a Good Habit
"Hey, Lao Wang, remember me? It’s Li Hao, we used to be roommates in college," a man in a trench coat said as he made a phone call on a late-night street.
He looked like a successful person, but his voice carried a sense of humility that one often hears when someone is asking for a favor.
"Haha, we haven’t been in touch for so long, so I just wanted to ask what you’ve been up to, how’s life? Are you married yet?" Li Hao said with a smile, then tightened his coat a little—the weather was a bit chilly.
Li Hao listened patiently to the voice on the other end of the phone and then glanced at his cigarette pack—there were still nine cigarettes left, which should be enough.
"Haha, remember your birthday? I even gave you a mobile phone, we’re definitely good friends," Li Hao laughed, then revealed his true intention.
"Hey, Lao Wang, here’s the thing, I’ve been a bit short on cash lately, so I was hoping to borrow some money from you, not much, just ten thousand, what do you say?" Li Hao lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a ring of smoke.
"Hey, what kind of person do you take me for, Li Hao, someone who borrows money and doesn’t pay it back? You know my family situation, bro, I’ll pay you back next month, I’d be too embarrassed to ask my parents for money after graduation," Li Hao quickly reassured as he sensed Lao Wang’s hesitation.
Li Hao studied finance in college and knew about a spending habit called impulsive buying, which is a mentality that often exists in the minds of many consumers.
Impulsive buying usually happens when you see an item, your brain gets hot, and you can’t control yourself, then you go ahead and purchase it. More often than not, consumers regret these purchases once they have cooled down.
Making choices is the same—if you’re forced to make a decision, you might regret it later, but if you think it over calmly, the decision is usually better.
Sure enough, after Li Hao’s persuasion, Lao Wang agreed to his request. Li Hao hung up the phone, sent Lao Wang a WeChat message, and received a transfer of ten thousand shortly after.
[Hao Tian: Thanks, bro.]
[Yusheng: No worries, bro, I trust you.]
Once the ten thousand was confirmed, Li Hao smiled, tapped his phone a few times, then turned around, planning to return to where he’d been before and continue to have a good time.
On the other side, Wang Zhipeng put down his phone, picked up the controller, and continued playing his game of God of War.
"What was that just now?" Li Miao walked out of the bathroom, her face still covered with a facial mask.
"Hehe, wife, do you still remember Li Hao?" Wang Zhipeng said proudly, then paused the game and set the controller aside.
"Li Hao? Of course, I remember, what about him?" Li Miao sat down next to Wang Zhipeng, continuing to massage her cheeks—every woman needs to take care of her skin.
"Did you forget we were in the same class in college? How could I forget Li Hao," Li Miao glanced at Wang Zhipeng.
"Hehe, just worried you might not remember," Wang Zhipeng leaned over and started massaging his wife’s shoulders.
"Li Hao was like our dorm’s prince. He often treated us to meals, so he was pretty popular..." Wang Zhipeng said, reminiscing with Li Miao.
In college, Li Hao was a well-known figure, a second-generation rich kid—more precisely, a demolition rich kid, whose family received compensation for four apartment units due to demolition.
Two properties had been rented out; the annual rent alone was a considerable sum of money. So while most seniors were feeling lost about the future and struggling with job interviews, Li Hao had already achieved what many consider the ultimate dream—eating without working and traveling abroad—making others green with envy.
And now, such a notable figure wanted to borrow money from him, Wang Zhipeng felt quite pleased with himself, seeing it as a great opportunity to deepen their friendship.
"Li Hao just asked me to lend him some money," Wang Zhipeng said with a tone full of pride.
"Borrowing money... huh? Borrowing money? You lent it to him? How much?" Li Miao jumped up all at once, foregoing her facial mask.
"What’s wrong? It was just ten thousand," Wang Zhipeng was a bit confused.
"You fool! Ah, how could you lend it to him?" Wang Zhipeng was baffled by the scolding; his wife seemed unusually fiery today.
"Ah, it’s my fault too for not telling you, letting you know about this matter," Li Miao sighed and sat down.
"Li Hao, he’s sold all three of his family’s properties because that guy gambled and racked up a huge debt he couldn’t repay. I heard that they were going to sell the last property too, but his parents changed the title to their grandson’s name to escape disaster. And you, you dared to lend money to such a person?" Li Miao was furious. Lending ten thousand to a gambling addict was like throwing a meat bun to a dog—gone and never to return.
"Ah? Really?" Wang Zhipeng grabbed his phone and anxiously sent a WeChat message.
Then he saw a red exclamation mark.
"Li Hao! You bastard! Die, gambling dog!!!" Wang Zhipeng yelled angrily; his monthly salary was just over six thousand.
Li Hao could no longer hear Wang Zhipeng’s roar as he was shivering and hugging himself on the street at half past five in the morning.
"Tch! That damned little cheap thing, **!" Li Hao spat out, seething with resentment.
Having just returned to the casino, he had used a thousand to call over that pretty little girl, who sweetly called him Young Master Li. Li Hao felt ecstatic.
He felt certain that today he could turn the tables and win back all three of his properties with the nine thousand he had left.
But then there was no "after that." Li Hao lost all nine thousand down to the last cent and without money, got kicked out by the casino; even the young girl ignored him.
"I remember... I still have one property, but those two old fossils, they changed the title to my son’s name... But I’m his father... Should be no problem, right?" Li Hao rubbed his hands together; he was out of cigarettes and very cold.
Having figured out a solution, Li Hao felt much better. He planned to demand money from the two oldies later, steal the property deed from home, and then return to recoup his losses.
But suddenly, Li Hao saw a wooden door appear mysteriously on the street, and as if possessed, he walked in, if only to warm his hands a bit.
"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, dear guest~" As soon as he entered, an incredibly beautiful woman approached him, and Li Hao was utterly captivated by her charm.
By the time Li Hao came back to his senses, he found himself sitting in the restaurant, holding a menu in his hands. ƒreewebɳovel.com
Li Hao had a headache; he was penniless. Now what? Was he going to do a dine and dash, like those old gambling addicts?
