author:Zang Fusheng
state:serializing
brief introduction:
One year, he injured the son of the village head from a neighboring village in a fight. Fearing retaliation, he left his hometown.,“Sorry, I’ve been busy stocking up these days. It's almost graduation, and seeing you guys playing so enthusiastically makes me want to join in for a few rounds too.”,That's how he won two or three hundred yuan for the day. He didn't dare to win more. After all, it was just a small gambling den. If he smashed it and cleaned everyone out, no one would be stupid enough to play with Zhang Fan anymore. Who wants to play if someone is always winning without losing。