Reborn As Lucky Star

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Die Far Away from Me

That day, You Zhichao and Zhu Fei were pleasantly surprised to discover that Yue Jiannan had come again.

They had thought this fat sheep was about to be slaughtered by someone else, but unexpectedly, he had returned to the mercy of their own blade.

A smile on You Zhichao’s face was almost impossible to hide, “Little brother Yue, haven’t seen you in a few days. What brings you here today?”

Yue Jiannan let out a sigh and couldn’t help complaining, “I went to play in another village for a couple of days, but I always felt that my luck isn’t as good as it is here. Maybe this place is my feng shui treasure land.”

You Zhichao chuckled inwardly, thinking that when you, an outsider, go to play there, they surely won’t think about playing the long game and fishing for big fish like I do. No wonder you can’t win.

But he didn’t show it on his face, and very enthusiastically found a spot for Yue Jiannan, “Come, come, have a good time at Brother You’s place. If you’re thirsty or hungry, just say the word, I’ll have someone take care of it for you.”

Yue Jiannan acted as if he was flattered, thanking him repeatedly.

He couldn’t help but rue his own blindness. If You Zhichao didn’t have designs on him, why would he be so attentive?

It’s a pity that every time he sat down at the card table, his mind would fog up, unable to distinguish between man and dog.

You Zhichao gave Zhu Fei a hand signal.

To firmly hook Yue Jiannan, this big fish, and to prevent him from getting away again, the two of them put in a lot of effort.

Yue Jiannan had been winning money for three consecutive days, each time more than the last.

His behavior became increasingly wild, and the bets he placed were several times larger than before.

You Zhichao felt the time was right. After sharpening his knife for several days, he prepared to slaughter him today.

That day, Yue Jiannan didn’t arrive first thing in the morning; in his words, he was held up by his old mother at home.

Zhu Fei knew that Widow Lin was a rare clever person in the village, and didn’t ask further.

After all, Yue Jiannan, this fish, had already been hooked by them. Just pulling on the line a bit would reel him in; he wouldn’t get away again.

When the time came, even if Widow Lin was shrewd, she would have to shell out a lot for her youngest son.

The poker table soon livened up, and amidst the choking smoke, Yue Jiannan lost a few hands and seemed a bit agitated.

The others playing deliberately provoked him with their words, and Yue Jiannan, somewhat annoyed, quickly clamored to “play a big one.”

You Zhichao watched from the side, sneering in his heart.

However, just at that moment, a commotion arose outside the house, and everyone immediately stopped in their tracks, on alert.

Soon, someone hid the playing cards from the table, and money was stuffed back into pockets.

Upon opening the door, it turned out to be Mao Hui.

Having not seen him for several days, Mao Hui looked extremely wretched, his face bruised and battered as though he’d been severely beaten.

He also walked unevenly, dragging one leg behind him.

You Zhichao frowned upon seeing him, “What are you doing here?”

Mao Hui knelt on the ground and started kowtowing, “Brother You, I beg you, please give me back my land. My parents are about to beat me to death. Please give me a way out.”

You Zhichao was impatient, “Debts must be repaid; it’s a principle of heaven and earth.”

Mao Hui pleaded desperately, “All together, I owe you no more than seventy or eighty yuan. My family’s land can fetch at least two hundred yuan a year in rent. You can’t be so heartless.”

He didn’t know what had come over him at that time; he was so eager to turn his losses that You Zhichao had him take out three IOUs in a row, each for an increasing amount.

In the end, even though he only owed thirty, You Zhichao had him write down a debt of fifty, and the interest kept doubling daily.

When all was tallied, it turned out he had to repay You Zhichao seven or eight hundred yuan, and so he had to use his family’s land to cover the debt.

By the time his family found out about it, Mao Hui had already completed the paperwork.

His old mother, unable to bear it, cried every day at home.

One moment, she wanted to hang herself; the next, she wanted to jump into the river.

Mao Hui’s father often beat him with a stick. No matter how much Mao Hui knelt and begged for mercy, it was to no avail.

Mao Hui had indeed given away his family’s lifeline.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was the only son in the family, his old man might have beaten him to death.

Looking at the person in front of him crying his eyes out, You Zhichao felt not a shred of sympathy.

“It was you who wanted to gamble in the first place. If you’re a man, don’t whine about losing.”

He turned to go back inside, but his leg was seized by Mao Hui, who clung on for dear life.

“Brother You, I beg you, if you don’t help me, you’re sending me to die.”

You Zhichao lifted his foot and kicked Mao Hui, sending him rolling on the ground.

“Get lost, and if you’re going to die, die far away from me!”