Zhang Qijie continued to talk, but Zheng Abao didn't even speak:

"Chinese guests never give tips. Not only do they not give them, they also domineer us and look down on others. They usually show off their wealth and tell us how much money they have made in the United States, or how much money they plan to make in the United States. However, when they spend money on a boat, they want to take away everything they can. It is common for them to steal sheets and cups, and they even cut off the cloth behind the skinned sofa! First-class guests do not think they have money, but they want to kick them into the Pacific Ocean.

One day, we had nothing to do in the afternoon, so we gathered in the corner of the bow deck to play cards. I was very restrained at the time. No one knew what I had done in the United States, and I didn't plan to pay for my colleague Qianying. We just made a few cents of money to play. At this moment, the fat Fujian man in the first class came in. When he saw us playing, he insisted on playing.

We all hate this person very much. We say that we have made hundreds of thousands of dollars in the United States every day, and we have to build a manor when we go home and marry a dozen wives, but we don’t give us a penny to tip. We just pull bells and ask people to serve every day. Even a mosquito flew into the cabin. He stuffed a piece of meat into his teeth. He even pulled the bells and asked us to pick mosquitoes and pick his teeth, let alone put water and take a bath, polish shoes, and the heat of the soup was replaced. The ice cubes were gone.

Now seeing our employees playing cards, he had to play. He also took $20 on the floor. He said disdainfully that he was the god of gambling and wanted to win all of us, who would have the courage to play with him?

I was angry at the moment, so I showed my hand a few times and quickly beat him 240 US dollars and a pocket watch. Seeing him cursing his fat butt with sweat, shocked and embarrassed, we were laughing so happily behind him. Then I distributed the spoils to several others.

But from this time on, a few guys knew my ability. They had eaten the sweetness once and wanted to eat it for the second time. They urged me to use gambling techniques to earn money from customers' fat sheep every day.

I thought this was also a good idea: the guests traveled between Asia and America, with a voyage of 1 or 2 months. Who knows whom after getting off the boat? Who knows who? Wouldn't it be easy to kill them? Moreover, the faces of these rich Chinese guys are so hateful, and they are so kind to win money. We Chinese workers want them to die.

So I started working on the boat. We bribed the Americans in charge of the company. He turned a blind eye to our gambling game. Our division of labor quickly became clear: I was responsible for cheating, some were responsible for entrusting, and some were responsible for carrying sheep. From the start of the flight, I began to observe which customer looked shameless and stupid, and then seduced him to participate in gambling and make some quick money, just to think that they should have paid us a tip.

We only attack the Chinese because we are also Chinese and are easy to communicate. Moreover, Chinese are timid and afraid of officials and foreigners. Whether they are from the United States to the Far East or from the Far East to the United States, they are the same. If they lose and cause trouble, we will let foreign employees of the shipping company threaten them half-truely, and rarely do not knock down their front teeth or swallow them blood.

Not very few, it's all.

On the one hand, they may be able to rely on their wealth and various relationships to make the wind and rain in their hometown in China. Once they have a boat, they are not familiar with the place and are so scared that they have conflicts like their grandsons. Moreover, although they are rich, they are bored on the boat and cannot get along with the foreigners at all, because at that time, no matter how good the Chinese are, they will definitely not be able to enter the mainstream circle of foreigners. So the long journey is like going to jail. They don’t understand the boat concerts, preaching meetings, they disdain the foreign gods, and the boat holds various competitions and rich itineraries for passengers, and they don’t understand sports. Perhaps the only thing that makes these rich guys happy is to stare at the deck ballroom and watch the butts of the foreign wives; therefore, even if they are rich, they always go into the third-class cabin at any time and smoke opium on the floor with a group of workers. For Chinese people, the rich and poor cannot distinguish whether a person’s personality is noble or not, and they are all fucking all the way.

On the other hand, we were a few slaughter men, not a casino, but we were just doing some night grass to eat. They won very few, and they usually cheated them for dozens of dollars. They were very stupid and could only 100 dollars. The first time we met a fat Fujian man, 240 dollars and a pocket watch, was really just once, and we never made so much money. Since the guests did not lose much, they still lost to the slaughter men, they also claimed to spend money to learn a lesson. Who would be so popular if they lost money?

I worked in Pacific Shipping for three years. I have been working for a job and saved money to go home. I have less money on the shore and less money, and I have all black and white money. In the past three years, I have a savings of 1,000 US dollars. But we Chinese think that if we don’t make four or five thousand, how can we have the good reputation to go home? Buying land, building a building, marrying a wife, and building a ancestral hall are almost the ordinary standards for us wanderers in our hometown. If you don’t have money to do these, they will look down on you.

In 2018, the ship reported entering Fujian waters. I was still holding the railing with the right string and looking to the west. I didn't know when I could make enough money to go back and achieve success and fame, and shining my ancestors, but in just a few days, my fate was changed.

I met Lao Pan, a first-class Chinese guest who was not very good-looking.

I never thought that I would win money with him, and he was not even my prey. I talked with him a few times on the boat, saying that if I was bored, I would come under the deck and play a few poker games to relieve my boredom. He did come here, and saw us playing cards with another prey. He just stood behind with his hands behind his back and forth, watching us with a few corners of gambling money back and forth.

But who would have thought that after the ship entered Fujian, he called me to his cabin late and was bored to play poker. I cleanly beat him 14 Yingyang 3-cent copper coins.

Generally speaking, if you want to fish, you must start by letting the other party win a little, making him realize that he is very good and can win money in the gambling game, so that he can get deeper.

But I didn't let him go at all because I thought this man was too stingy and didn't look like a good prey. I knew he had gone a little far away and planned to go to Haijing, which is known as the Pearl of Far East, and then go back to Fujian. He was about to get off the boat, so I didn't plan to fish for big fish in a long line, win directly, and win as much as I could.

That night, I left with 14 silver dollars with a smile, thinking that this was the case.

Who would have thought that this guy came to me again the next day. He seemed to feel sorry for his money and only lost 14 yuan. He actually wanted to make a copy? He wanted to make a copy of the copy in my hunter's hands?

I still didn't play long-term fishing, but I still won the money neatly and didn't let him win, because I had a little contempt: Lao Pan, you are so rich, what happened to me, a servant, who earned you 14 yuan and 3 cents? I served you thousands of miles in front of the horse, but you never gave me a tip!

That night, he lost to me again 53 US dollars. Old Pan was so angry that he stamped his feet, cursed, and gritted his teeth to tear the little poker cards one by one. And this guy actually complained to me: It is not easy to make money in the United States, would you please give it back to him?

This is simply a joke! The gambler thought he would lose and would gamble? As long as you bet, you have the ambition to eat all the flesh and blood of your opponent. No one on the gambling table is innocent and wants to eat the other party, otherwise he would not participate in the gambling at all!

Lao Pan thought he could win me, so he bet, but didn’t the money he won cut off my body? Will he return the money back then?

After hearing his words, I was angry and despised him. I ignored him and hugged the winning money, slapped it on the table, put it into a stack, and ordered 53 yuan in front of him. Then I smiled, but still didn't say anything, holding the money and leaving.

After I went back, I talked about this with a few younger brothers. I still didn't think about Lao Pan. I just said, "Brother taught that stingy bastard a lesson before he got off the boat."

In the next two days, I had never seen Lao Pan, and I didn't want to see him. I knew that the Chinese rich guys thought they were superior. Whoever lost to the servants for more than 60 yuan was embarrassed. They often lost their face to pull the bell and asked us to serve, and we also wanted to be quiet and leisurely.

Who would have thought that at 9 o'clock that morning, I delivered breakfast to an American, and he gave me a tip. While closing the door, I nodded and bowed at the door, smiling and saying "t-temptation, ir". At this time, Lao Pan came out from the next door and asked me directly: "Xiao Zhang, when will I go to Haijing, the occupied area of ​​Song Yi?"

"Tomorrow at noon, Mr. Pan." When I saw him, I couldn't help but want to laugh, while tucking the tip into my pocket. Although I laughed in my heart, my face was serious.

At this moment, I saw him staring at my green tip banknote, with greed and anger all over my eyes. I sneered in my stomach: "Stingy!" and said, "Mr. Pan, if you are fine, I will take my leave."

Unexpectedly, he grabbed me and said, "Xiao Zhang, I'm going to get off the boat. If you're fine, let's play two more cards?"

"What does your relationship with me when you get off the boat?!" I don't know what my expression was like at that time, but I must have scratched my scalp and thought to myself: "This person is sick? I can't remember when I get beaten? I have to send me $100 to get out of the boat?"

Later I realized that Lao Pan couldn't bear to lose 67 yuan to me, so he came to me before getting off the boat. Because after getting off the boat, he would never have the chance to earn back 67 yuan. This person! He was still thinking about winning back the money!!!

He wanted to give money, but I couldn't help it. So I took a two-hour leave and asked me to take my class and bring props and poker to his cabin.

I only asked for two hours of leave because I really didn't expect this game to be played for 24 hours.

And I only brought $40. When I put the small bills wrinkled by my body temperature and sweat on the table, Lao Pan actually said: "Didn't you beat me 67 yuan and 3 cents? Why doesn't you look like that much?"

I laughed in silence, pointed to the roll of banknotes and said, "You can win my 40 yuan, and I will borrow money to play with you."

As a result, two hours later, my younger brother who took over my shift and came to deliver first-class lunch saw the pile of tall bills in front of me, and the plates in his hand fell off the ground.

I was so happy that I couldn't think about it. I turned my head and looked at my little brother and smiled foolishly, feeling that my cheeks were about to explode. Just now, Old Pan was eager to make a profit. No more bets of a few cents like before, but he was so rich. Moreover, he was already blinded. The bets became bigger and bigger, and he was using one trick after another. In just two hours, Old Pan, the idiot, lost to me by one thousand US dollars! Even if I dreamed of this kind, it was only when I was a professional gambler for two or three years. I never dreamed of such a thing in these years!

My brother forgot to hide something, and ran over and patted me on the shoulder: "Brother Qi, how did you win? How much did this cost?" Old Pan, who was opposite, chewed his teeth and stared at the pile of money in front of me, his eyes were red.

Old Pan like that, my brother pinched my back with his hands, meaning he would stop when he saw it! I came to my senses and stood up to comfort Old Pan, but the smile on my face could not be pretended. I smiled and grabbed the money and stuffed it into my shirt from the collar, while repeatedly saying incoherently: "Mr. Pan, that's it! That's it! That's it!..."

But who would have thought that Old Pan actually stood up, grabbed my wrists of the money through the table, and shouted loudly: "Don't leave! Keep gambling! This is all my money!"

I was shocked, and I had never encountered such an unimaginable situation. I couldn't think, so I sat down and continued to bet. Once I sat down, I saw that the money became gambling funds again. I stopped laughing: The money at the gambling table is not necessarily yours. The person who took the money away from the gambling table was the winner, not the person who had a lot of money in front of me.

So much money is my dream, 1,000 yuan, maybe I don’t want to go on a boat anymore. With so much money, even my savings, maybe I can open a small shop to ask for a wife in Haijingang, and then return home in glory for a few years.

Next time, I was so nervous that I made several mistakes in the change of cards, but Lao Pan on the opposite side was as nervous as he didn't notice that two spades appeared on the table at the same time.

Once a person is worried about gains and losses, his momentum will be weak. Even if I can change cards and hide them, I lost to Lao Pan several times in a row, and returned the 200 US dollars. I didn't want to play anymore and begged Lao Pan to end it, but how could Lao Pan agree? He was so excited that his eyes were full of fire. If possible, he not only wanted to win back all the money and profits, but also cut off my flesh and blood to earn his own ill-gotten fortune.

I knew I couldn't leave, and Lao Pan was too disgusting, and he didn't know how to advance or retreat at all. The face that only allowed him to win but didn't want others to win also made me disgusted. I calmed down and slowly made money, and the money began to fly towards me again.

The money in front of me was getting more and more. At first, 1000, later 2000, 3000, 4500... I never mentioned the ending anymore. My feet seemed to be nailed to the carpet and didn't move. The nervous sweat whipped every inch of my skin like a whip. The fingers holding the playing cards long at the thumb were sore, but my heart was getting more and more excited. I looked at the stacks of money like a road, making me closer and closer to my home:

Save $1,000;

Winning $1,000 will make me bid farewell to my career as a coolie in Ship and open a small shop in Haijing. There are many people there, many of them are from other places. No one cares whether you have been successful in the United States for ten years, whether you are successful in your career or escape from hardships;

Winning 2,000 US dollars can allow me to follow Dongjiang to go to Huizhou Prefecture, where I can make a living, there are many fellow villagers there, and there is also a Longchuan hometown association. A few thousand taels of silver is equivalent to being able to directly enter the small business class. It is not difficult to buy a house and marry a wife;

If you win 3,000 US dollars, you can go to Heyuan County to return home. The county is next to Longchuan, which is richer than Longchuan, and has the same accent. You can do Heyuan and marry a local wife.

Win $4,500? There are a total of $5,500. Why don’t you go home immediately? You can buy dozens of acres of land in your own village, repair watchtowers, and chat with all the beauties in the village. The maintenance and renovation of the ancestral hall in the village is no problem! Go home! Go home!

But Old Pan is already crazy. He is no longer satisfied with sending me off the boat and going home, but wants to send me all his wealth. I know he has money, but I really didn't expect that he really made so much money in the United States. When he lost to me 10,000 US dollars, he red eyes and trembled with a half-person-high suitcase. When he opened it, it was full of money.

The first time in my life I saw so much money together.

I was also excited. Not long ago, I wanted to stop when I saw it, but facing the 10,000 yuan in front of me, even if the world's god of gambling and the thousand kings sitting opposite me, I would still fight him to the end! I would rather die in the face of some money!

We bet from noon to afternoon, from afternoon to night, and from night to sunrise; from one yuan, five cents of small bills to one hundred yuan large bills, from bets one piece to one turn and one turn to the output; we upgraded to stacks of money and smashed them down. The last time, Lao Pan picked up the suitcase, poured the last few bundles of money on the table, and fell behind me in front of two stunned little brothers who had forgotten to move all night.

When the ship informed Haijing Port everywhere that it had arrived and was about to get off the boat, all the passengers ran out of the cabin to go to the deck to see the city that appeared far away like a mirage, then came back excitedly to pack their luggage and walk towards the deck passage. At that time, Old Pan knelt at my feet. He hugged my legs with tears and wiped my leather shoes with his face. Tears and noses were smearing on my trouser legs, and wailed in his mouth, hoping that I could let him go and return the money to him......

I didn't hear the general idea clearly, but that must be what I meant at that time. At that time, I was busy putting the money that Lao Pan poured out in piles back into the suitcase, as well as his pocket watch, ring, gold bar, opium cream. Now these are mine, all of them are mine.

After I packed the money, I rushed out with my suitcase. Old Pan hugged my thighs tightly. I carried the suitcase and dodged his head. It was not that I was afraid that the heavy suitcase would hurt Old Pan, but that I didn't want the heavy suitcase to touch his original owner again. When I tried hard to kick away this guy who was suddenly aging, I finally heard a local dialect in his clear words: "I'm penniless, what should I do? I can't even go back to the United States, I'm going to jump into the sea..."

One of the younger brothers next to him dragged him to the carpet behind his back, but he kept holding my trouser legs, his face full of tears and snot. Another younger brother shouted to me: "What should I do if he is really dead?"

I subconsciously reached into my trouser bag and took out a roll of banknotes from my trouser bag. This was the only one that I brought in today. The only one that did not belong to this cabin was 40 US dollars, mine; they were stuffed back into my pocket after I won 50 US dollars. That was my principal. I didn't like to fight with principal. Now, the 40 US dollars that were rolled up with wrinkles and fluff were bloated by me again.

In a panic, I threw the stack of money into the face of the man kneeling on the ground, as if I had paid for something. When I threw the stack of money out, I immediately had the strength. I turned around and kicked Lao Pan in the chest, kicked him to the ground. Then I rushed out of the door with the box and ran wildly along the corridor until I could hear the heart-wrenching cry in the cabin at the corner.

"I was so busy that I gave my two younger brothers a stack of banknotes. I didn't even count them. I ran away from the same shore. I had never returned to my own cabin. I didn't want all my savings, salary, and luggage. You know what happened later." Zhang Qijie finally sighed, shut up, and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!