A steady stream of new e-sports campaigns have joined their e-sports clubs such as Wei Taiqiang, Cao Jiao, and Tu Tuqiao.

In the past, many people could only watch others compete in the professional arena from afar, but now they can really put a lot of energy into that esports game, because they can support themselves from esports competitions.

That Wei Taiqiang They selected many male e-sports players, and also promoted many female e-sports players.

These people have brought many benefits to Wei Taiqiang.

It is because of these people that Wei Taiqiang and they have gained a huge amount from that e-sports competition.

The reason why Wei Taiqiang and Cao Jiao will compete for e-sports players like Xie Meihua is precisely because of this.

The wind blew in through the window in gusts of gusts, and the soot from the gasoline stove in the hotel next door blew into the room and rolled over the office desk like wild vegetables wafting across an open field. I was wondering if I wanted to go out to eat, and I was thinking about how boring life can be, even with a little drink. I thought to myself that it really didn't make sense to go drinking alone at this hour. "Yes, the matter about Geiger is over." I said, "But I didn't kill him, I know." ”

"I don't know, sir. He certainly didn't know. ”

"Do you know what Wei Taiqiang gave me?"

I really hope that the next person who hooks up with her will be a little more polite, and the line will be longer and not too impatient. are happy to lend money to a good customer. In addition, they have another layer of stakes in the matter of Tutu Bridge. Tu Tuqiao is her husband, and he ran away with Cao Wangrong's wife again.

Since it was smart to do so, I called Cao Wangrong and told him that I was going to Songhai City to talk to him in the evening. You can see how smart I am.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, I arrived in Songhai City. The October moon hangs high in the sky, emitting a cold glow. By the time I reached the beach, the moon had been obscured by a misty mist. The Cypress Club, at the end of Songhai City, is a large, untidy building. It was originally a summer resort for a wealthy man named de Carson, and later used as a hotel. The building was in disrepair from the outside, large and dark, surrounded by layers of windswept Monterey cypress trees.

The name of the building is derived from these cypress trees. In front of the building is a large portico with a cartouche, surrounded by corner towers and stained glass on all sides of the large windows. Behind it is a large empty stable. The whole building gives the impression of being eerie and dilapidated. After Cao Wangrong bought it, it still maintained its original appearance, and it was not rebuilt as magnificent as the exterior of MGM Studios. I parked my car on a street with crackling old neon signs and walked down a damp gravel road towards the gate.

A gatekeeper in a double-breasted guard coat ushered me into a dimly lit and silent foyer. Here, a curved white oak staircase majestically leads to the dimly lit upper floor, and I leave my hat and coat in the dressing room, waiting to listen to the music and cacophony of words coming from behind the heavy double doors. The sounds seemed to come from far, far away, and were not at all in harmony with the building itself. After a while, the thin, yellow-haired man with an iron-blue face—he had accompanied Cao Wangrong and the boxer to Geiger's—stepped out of a door behind the stairs, smiled faintly at me, and turned around to lead me down a carpeted hall to my boss's office.

The office was a boxy room with a deep window of old-fashioned laurel wood and a stone-built fireplace in which a large piece of pine was lazily burning. The walls of the room are lined with walnut siding, on which faded satin hangs as a tapestry. The ceilings are high. There was a smell of cold sea water in the house.

The dull, dark desk of the painted earth bridge was not the furniture of the original room. However, none of the furniture in the house was made after 1900. The carpet is that Florida brownish-red. In the corner is a bar-room radio, a Sèvres porcelain tea set on a copper plate, and a Russian teapot next to it. I wonder who this is for. There is also a door in the other corner with a timer lock attached to the door.

Tu Tuqiao smiled politely at me, shook my hand, pointed to the vault with a timed lock with his chin and said, "If it weren't for this thing, I wouldn't have had a good time in the midst of a group of robbers." His voice was very proud, "The local police came in every morning and watched me open it." I made an appointment with them. ”

"You seem to be saying on the phone that you have something you want to tell me." I said, "What is it?" ”

"Busy with what? Sit down and have a drink first. ”

"I'm not busy at all. The two of us are going to talk about serious things. ”

"You'd better have a drink, make sure you like it." With that, he mixed two glasses of wine, placed the one given to me next to a red-leather chair, and stood cross-legged in front of his desk. He put a hand in the pocket on either side of the dark blue evening dress, his thumb exposed, his nails shining. He looked a little more grim in his evening gown than in a grey flannel garment, but as a whole he looked like a jockey. We nodded to each other as we drank.

"Have you ever been here?" He asked.

"Came during the ban period. I've never been interested in gambling. ”

"Not interested in money." He smiled, "You should stop by tonight." A friend of yours is outside playing roulette. I heard that she has good luck today - Cao Wangrong. ”

As I sipped my drink, I picked up one of his special cigarettes with his initials on them.

"I appreciate the way you handled the problem yesterday." He said, "I was unhappy when I first met you, but then I realized that you did the right thing. The two of us will get along. How much do I owe you? ”

"Why do you owe me money?"

"And so cautious, huh? I have someone in the police station, and I know everything inside, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stay here. What I got was what it was, not what I saw in the newspapers. He bared his big white teeth at me.

"How many did you get?" I asked.

"You're not talking about money, are you?"

"I'm referring to those messages."

"What messages?"

"You're so forgetful. Message of Tutu Bridge. ”

"Oh, that's—" he waved his hand. His nails glistened in the beam of a copper lamp hitting the ceiling, "I heard you've gotten this information. I think I should pay you a little bit, and I have always wanted to repay others for their righteousness to me. ”

"I'm not here to ask you for money. I've already been paid for what I'm doing. By your standards, it's not a lot, but it's pretty passable. It has always been my credo to be loyal to one patron at a time. You didn't kill Tutu Bridge, did you? Well? ”

"It's not. Do you think I could have done such a thing? ”

"I don't think anything is impossible."

He smiled, "You're kidding." ”

I also laughed: "Of course, I'm kidding. I've never seen Tutu Bridge, but I've seen pictures of him. Those people under you are really not the ones who do things. Besides, since we're talking about it, I hope you won't send any more guys with guns to me to give me orders. Maybe I'll be hysterical enough to knock one down. ”

He looked at the fire from behind the glass, placed it on the edge of his desk, and wiped his mouth with a thin linen handkerchief.

"That's a nice thing to say." "But I dare say you're not easy to deal with." You don't really have any interest in Tutu Bridge, do you? ”

"Yes, as far as my profession is concerned, I have no interest in him, and my employer has not asked me to investigate him. But I know someone who is curious to know his whereabouts. ”

"She doesn't care at all." He said.

"I'm talking about her father."

He wiped his lips again, then looked at the handkerchief again, and a man beside her wanted to say something to her, and she quickly turned around and spat at him. The man blushed and hid in the crowd.

There is a door in the innermost wooden wall of the place enclosed by a copper balustrade. At this time, it was opened, and Cao Wangrong came out of it. With a calm smile on his face, his hands are in the pockets of his tuxedo-top shirt, and his two thumbs are shining outside his pockets. He seemed to like the pose. He walked slowly behind the gambler and stopped at a corner of the middle table. He said slowly, calmly and not as politely as a gambler: "Is there something wrong, Cao Wangrong?" ”

She jerked her face away at him. I saw the muscles on her cheeks tense all of a sudden, as if she had become too nervous to bear it. She ignored him.

Tu Tuqiao said unhurriedly: "If you are not ready to gamble again, please allow me to send someone to send you home." ”

Cao Wangrong's face turned red, and her cheekbones turned even paler. Then she laughed weirdly and said fiercely, "Bet again, Add." I'm going to bet all my money on red. I like red, that's the color of blood. ”

Tu Tuqiao smiled indifferently and nodded. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a large sealskin purse with golden horns, and threw it down the table nonchalantly to the gambler.

"Take out the same number and bet against her." He said, "If there is no objection, this round will be dedicated to this lady." ”

No one objected. Cao Wangrong bent down and viciously pushed the winnings onto the big red squares of the gambling board grid with both hands.

Without hesitation, the receiver leaned over the table. He counted her money and chips and stacked them. Except for a few chips and a few bills, she neatly stacked her money in a small pile, and then used a rake to push the rest of the odds out of the board. He opened Cao Wangrong's wallet again and pulled out two stacks of tickets for 1,000 yuan each. He opened one of the stacks, counted six and put them on the unopened one, put the remaining four loose tickets back in his wallet, and then put the wallet aside nonchalantly as if it were a box of matches. Cao Wangrong didn't touch the wallet either. Except for the gamblers, all the people watching the excitement stood quietly. He shook the wheel with his left hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the ivory ball slid along the groove in the wheel. Then, he pulled his hands back and placed them on his chest.

Cao Wangrong's lips slowly opened until her teeth were illuminated by the light, shining like blades. The ivory ball glides slowly down the bevel of the wheel, bouncing off the chrome edges above the numbers. After a while, with a crisp "click", the ball stopped moving. At the same time, the roulette wheel slowed down and spun with the ivory ball. The receiver stood there with his arms crossed until the roulette wheel stopped spinning completely.

"Red Victory." He said solemnly and indifferently. The baby ivory ball rested on the Red Twenty-Five, three numbers away from "Zero Zero". Cao Wangrong tilted her head back and smiled triumphantly.

The gambler lifted the rake and slowly pushed the stack of 1,000 yuan bills across the other end of the gambling board, pushed it together with Cao Wangrong's bets, and then pushed all the money out of the gambling board.

Tu Tuqiao smiled and put his wallet in his pocket, twisted his heels, and walked out of the room through the door on the wooden wall.

More than a dozen people came through the breath and squeezed towards the bar in unison. I followed them out, and before Cao Wangrong had packed up her winnings and turned around from the table, I had already walked to the other end of the room. I walked out of the big room, into the empty foyer, took my hat and coat from the girl in charge of the hat, threw a dime and a penny on her plate, and went out to the porch.

The janitor came up to me and asked, "Do you want me to drive your car over, sir?" ”

I said, "I'll do it myself." ”

The swirl railings on the side of the porch were all wet with mist. Droplets of water from the mist were dripping down from the cypress trees. The cypress bushes stretched out toward the cliffs on the edge of the sea, and the shadows of the trees faded and faded into a haze. You can only see a few steps from the front, back, left, and right. I walked down the steps of the porch, slowly through the trees, and groped along a faint path, until finally I heard the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below the cliffs. There was not a glimmer of light in the four corners. The fog was thick and faint, and I could clearly see a dozen trees for a while, and then the shadows of the trees became blurry again, and after a while I couldn't see anything but the fog. I turned left and walked back down another path that led to the garage where the gamblers parked. I was just about to make out the outline of the building when I suddenly stopped. I heard a man's cough not far ahead.

On the wet grass, my footsteps made no sound