Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Hearing his father's question, "Is he your father or am I the father?"

Niu Da Niu stood still, looking at the old man sitting on the edge of the bed, blowing his beard and glaring.

What else could he say?

He could only sigh helplessly.

With his gaze fixed on his father's face, which was flushed red with anger, Niu Da Niu couldn't help but start thinking.

In Niu Daniu's view, his father had been busy his whole life.

When I was young, I worked in a factory. Every day I was like a spinning top being whipped, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk to take care of my family and make a living.

Now that I've finally retired and have some free time, I've suddenly lost my center in life.

This state of having nothing to do every day must make people feel empty.

"The old man has absolutely no idea what to do."

Niu Da Niu pondered to himself.

"The reason he went to the edge of the village and joined those people was because he picked up the bad habit of gambling."

Ultimately, it's just loneliness.

"I usually have too much energy, and since I have no other outlets for it, I wanted to find some stimulation in other areas, which led me astray. That's why I get so irritable after just a few words of criticism."

I've figured out the crux of the problem.

"Alright."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Niu Daniu leaned closer to the door frame.

He lowered his voice.

He spoke in a tone that was both considerate and subtly suggestive.

"Dad, um...

"If you're really feeling lonely and want to find some fun..."

"I have a website here, you know what I mean."

After saying this, Niu Daniu even raised his eyebrows and gave his father, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, a look that every man understands.

These words fell into the quiet bedroom.

Old Bull Head's mind was originally filled with "My Life as a God of Gamblers".

He was eager to send his son away so he could continue studying the profound and unfathomable art of dice-reading.

result.

But a few vulgar and offensive words got into my ears.

He was pursuing the art of gambling that would allow him to dominate the provincial gambling scene, and this brat actually used such low-class, worldly desires to judge him!

This massive cross-frequency chat left Old Bullhead speechless.

The veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably twice.

He was genuinely enraged, so much so that he was blowing his beard and glaring at everyone.

Raise your hand.

Old Niu pointed at his son's nose, who was standing at the door, and began to curse:

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

To be honest, Old Niu is already this old, why is he still looking at that stuff?

To put it bluntly, given his physical condition, even if you glued him up and let him air dry in a well-ventilated place, he might not be able to get up.

The son's thoughtful "filial piety" was truly misplaced.

"Go away, get out of here and stop bothering me!"

Old Niu Tou stood up from the edge of the bed.

He strode to the door.

He pushed and shoved his self-righteous son into the hallway.

Then.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

Seemingly feeling that this wasn't secure enough, he fumbled with the metal parts on the door panel and, still uneasy, firmly fastened the latch.

I heard the sound of the door bolt closing.

Niu Daniu, who had been driven out of the room, stood speechless in the dimly lit corridor.

He felt that his good intentions had been completely misunderstood.

but.

After standing there for a while, he thought of another important matter.

This is a serious matter concerning the village's reputation.

then.

Niu Daniu cleared his throat and loudly instructed the tightly closed door.

"Dad, there's something else!"

"Take some time in a couple of days and go sincerely apologize to Teacher Huang at the Mushroom House!"

"Look, because of the nonsense you guys spouted at the police station, Teacher Huang ended up spending the whole night there! What kind of mess is this?!"

In fact, as a villager's family member, Niu Daniu often watches the live streams and replays of Mushroom House on his phone.

Two days ago, my dad was arrested for gambling with a group of people at the entrance of the village.

He saw the entire process clearly in the live broadcast when the local police officer, Lao Zhang, came to take Teacher Huang away.

This incident later caused a great stir online.

Through subsequent official announcements and program replays, Niu Daniu learned that Teacher Huang was purely implicated by his father and other old men.

I was forcibly taken to the police station in a police car and stayed there for a whole day.

After a thorough investigation, the police discovered that it was all a misunderstanding.

Teacher Huang just likes to show off in front of the old men, bragging about his gambling skills, but he doesn't actually participate in their actual gambling games.

But this blame has been firmly placed on the head of that big star.

Niu Daniu felt that his father had acted very unfairly and that he had to apologize to make amends.

however.

Old Ox Head was sitting inside the house at that moment.

My thoughts had already flown far away.

His mind was completely occupied by that incredible biography on his phone.

They are all the ultimate methods for discerning the numbers by analyzing the weight distribution of dice.

They had no interest in caring about Teacher Huang or Teacher Hei anymore.

He was facing his son's persistent shouts from outside the door.

Old Bull didn't even look up, just stared at the screen, and impatiently shouted a reply:

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"I see!"

This perfunctory reply carried through the door.

The area outside the door finally quieted down.

Niu Da Niu, who was waiting in place, felt that since his father had agreed, he would not say anything more.

The sound of footsteps fading into the distance echoed in the corridor.

I listened as the footsteps completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Old Niu Tou finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He turned around and sat back down on the somewhat old bed.

I couldn't wait to pick up the smart phone for seniors that was lying on the bed.

Swipe your thumb across the screen.

I opened the book "My Life as a God of Gamblers" again.

The dim light shone on the old man's profile.

He watched intently.

As time went on, the text in the document gradually delved into the core areas of the tricks and techniques.

The more Old Bull looked, the brighter his eyes became.

Those eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy and bloodshot due to their age, were now filled with a fervent, yearning light.

While reading the technical breakdown on the screen.

He reached out his rough hands and picked up the dice that were on the bedside table.

Turn the plastic water cup upside down.

Practice the techniques described in the biography repeatedly.

The wrist flicked in mid-air, causing the dice inside the cup to strike the cup wall.

The old man closed his eyes, pricked up his ears, and tried to catch the dull sound of the water hitting the bottom.

but.

The techniques described inside are presented in a simple and easy-to-understand manner with clear logic.

However, when it comes to the actual implementation stage, it is not so easy to digest.

This requires extremely high muscle control to ensure the stability of the shaking frequency, as well as keen hearing to distinguish subtle differences in timbre.

Old Niu Tou is getting on in years, and his wrists sometimes get stiff.

Several times the shaking produced a chaotic and incoherent sound, making it impossible to discern anything.

When I lifted the glass, the numbers were all jumbled up.

But these repeated failures did not extinguish the burning passion in his heart.

On the contrary, every time you figure out a little trick, even if you only get it right once in a while.

He felt he benefited greatly from everything.

The sense of accomplishment from glimpsing the highest hall of the Thousand Gates made him feel as if he had pushed open a tightly closed, heavy door and stepped into a completely new world.

He kept in touch with them.

They tirelessly repeat the cycle.

He became completely absorbed in watching and practicing, and stayed up all night.

When Old Bull Head put down his aching wrist and came back to his senses from that frenzied state...

It was already daylight outside.

The fresh morning light shone through the windowpane and onto the blankets at the foot of the bed.

Time had quietly slipped into the next day.

He rubbed his swollen eyes.

My gaze returned to the phone screen.

I glanced at the battery indicator in the upper right corner, which was flashing red and had very little power left.

Reluctantly, he exited the document, put his phone away, and plugged it into the charger.

After a night of intensive training.

Old Bull stretched his slightly stiff neck, feeling even more confident about going to the provincial capital to dominate the world.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Time passed by, one day after another.