"Excuse me!"

Lao Chen obviously understands this old friend's temperament very well, and his refusal is unusually simple.

"Lao Chen, you don't believe me!?"

It felt as if the whole world had turned its back on him, and Liu Xiaojun's voice trembled with despair.

"Six years ago, you said that there was inside information about the martial arts club, and Tong Senyu would win the crown, and I pressed my net worth on him together, and said that for insurance, I borrowed money to pressure him the next day, saying that it was to hedge risks. As a result, Tong Senyu won the third transcendent in that year, and I lost all my money and owed a lot of foreign debts. ”

"It was an accident, really... Besides, there is no guarantee in gambling. ”

Hearing the old things mentioned again, Liu Xiaojun suddenly looked embarrassed and weakly resisted.

"Accident, right? Well, three years ago, you said that there was inside information, saying that Duan Nagarjuna had entered the murderous realm and would definitely win the top three laurels of the martial arts association. Well, for the sake of more than 20 years of friendship, I once again believed in your judgment, and gambled with you on a desperate bet, but he was beaten into a pig's head by the poppy who was killed halfway, and this hedging was successful, but it also made me fall into the ice cave after relieving my financial situation. ”

Lao Chen looked at Liu Xiaojun expressionlessly, and his tone was cold: "I, I will never fall for you again!"

The wind media are all deaf and clear-sighted, even when they are struggling to write, they also see and listen to all directions, how can the conversation between the two people in a low voice be hidden from the others in the room.

In the end, it is a professionally trained intelligence officer who knows that at such a time, no matter how funny it is, he should not laugh.

But they really can't help it, as a professional intelligence officer, they were cheated by the same person twice, which is really a strange talk in the world.

In the muffled laughter of "poof, poof", Lao Chen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he turned his head away, letting Liu Xiaojun mess in the wind.

To say that this Liu Xiaojun is really unlucky, he used to be the gold medal wind media of the Di Ting Group, and he has a set of intelligence analysis methods that are very different from ordinary people, and the success rate is extremely high.

Within a few years of entering the industry, he became prosperous, but he was adventurous and exciting by nature, and later fell in love with gambling.

And unlike ordinary people, ordinary people's gambling addiction starts with small gambling pleasure.

Liu Xiaojun's love, but it started from gambling, relying on the convenience of professional intelligence officers, Liu Xiaojun in those years can be said to be out of the limelight, the property under his name from the inner city of the house and the shops along the street, to the outer city of the good land, as for what antiques, calligraphy and paintings, there are countless more.

It stands to reason that he should be satisfied at this time and be a rich man, but he is desperate to find that he has lost the most important thing - happiness.

With too much, he will no longer have psychological fluctuations because of winning or losing, and sometimes he sits numbly on the gambling table for a day.

Boxes of gold bars came in and boxes went out, and his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He no longer participates in the activities of the wind media, but resides in the major gambling houses in Kunwu County.

One day he suddenly woke up, and as the scarlet handprints fell, the former fashion tycoon lost all his possessions.

Touching his pocket, there were only a dozen gold coins left, but looking at these dozen gold coins, Liu Xiaojun suddenly felt that all the lost happiness was back.

Then he confidently re-served the table, and half an hour later, destitute.

"What's the matter, the master has the craft, isn't it just starting from scratch!"

Liu Xiaojun, who was thrown out of the gambling house, stood up suddenly, and after giving the middle finger to the plaque of the gambling house very shamelessly, he returned to the listening group.

It's just that this person, once the scenery is over, it will be difficult to return to a poor life.

After returning to Lao Chen, who brought him into the industry, Liu Xiaojun, who was doing the wind media, did not give up the happy game.

In his words, "Gambling, like all undertakings in the world, is just a matter of probability, and the best wind media is to discover the existence of the real future from countless possibilities!

Maybe it's really talented, Liu Xiaojun relied on his own judgment and led Lao Chen to win several times and established a lot of trust.

Then there was the 20th Longzhou Martial Arts Conference and the 21st Longzhou Martial Arts Conference, which had two serious overturns, which made him lose trust again.

But this time, he came really prepared, because he had a trump card in his hand that no one knew about.

"Lao Chen!"

The voice was transmitted into the secret, and Liu Xiaojun's tone was solemn and sincere: "This time it is true, you must trust my judgment, for this matter, I have blocked a very important piece of information!"

"Don't say it, I don't listen. I want to save money to marry a daughter-in-law next year, and if I fight with you again, I will have to sleep on the street sooner or later!"

Lao Chen is determined: "Also, do you still have the ethics of the wind media, information sharing is the premise of the cooperation of several wind media organizations, if you conceal the news, there will be a big mess." ”

"I just want to suppress this news and release it after tomorrow!"

Even if it involves a major event related to the relationship between several wind media organizations, Liu Xiaojun did not have a trace of panic: "Am I not in charge of monitoring the arena this morning, do you know who else I saw except for the strong man who was reported by a few of them just now?"

"Who do you see?"

"The crown of the twentieth year, Longxi Tianjiao, Tang Luo!"

"It's no secret that he's coming to compete, it's just that he's too young, even if he waits another ten years, I think he can lock in a title, but what kind of battle is this year, this one doesn't play. ”

"No, Lao Chen, you don't understand at all. ”

Liu Xiaojun's face pretended to be calm and flushed with an unnatural red, which was the blood boiling because he was too excited: "What Meng Jiao, what Tang Bin, what Xiao Ziyu who is destined to win one of the eight titles, and Yun Ling, all came with Tang Luo!"

"What!?"

The excited Lao Chen brushstroked, and was about to lose his voice, but Liu Xiaojun covered his mouth.

"Don't show your heart!"

After Liu Xiaojun said a word, he put down his right hand holding Lao Chen, and continued: "And do you know, Tong Senyu of Wuji Mansion sent out an invitation when he saw Tang Luo, and the condition given was that Chief Keqing!"

"Boom!"

If Lao Chen just now still had doubts about Liu Xiaojun's judgment, then after listening to Tong Senyu's solicitation conditions, Lao Chen had no worries at all.

Fight, the kennel for the gold nest, fight hard, the soil into gold!

This vote, he did.

The red-eyed old Chen Chuanyin replied: "The most popular thing in Kunwu County this year is the encirclement, from the countless entries to select eight people to enter the ticket, the earlier the ticket is submitted, the more people guess correctly, the higher the multiplier!

"Tang Luo, Lu Minghui, Tong Wuji, Xiao Ziyu! These four people will definitely be able to enter, and the rest are not so certain. ”

"Four, four is enough, I'll raise money tonight!"

Lao Chen said viciously: "After this vote, you and my wife have it!"