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

The afternoon sun was rather intense.

On the dirt road at the entrance of Mushroom Village, a slight heat wave rolled in.

"Uncle Niu, where are you going?"

Standing in the shadow of the Mushroom House's courtyard wall, Li Mo'an looked at the figure on the dirt road in the distance and calmly called out.

The sound wasn't loud; it drifted away on the warm afternoon breeze.

Old Niu Tou, who was sneaking towards the bus stop with his canvas bag on his back, suddenly heard Li Mo'an's familiar call from behind.

After hearing this sentence.

Old Bull Head immediately shuddered.

His muscles tensed to the extreme in that instant.

This sudden shout startled him.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, as if it were about to burst out of my throat.

"We're doomed!"

"Could it be that that brat Da Niu discovered I wasn't home and chased after me?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

To know.

Old Niu Tou didn't go out to the town market to buy vegetables this time.

He clutched the faded canvas bag hanging around his neck tightly, his arms gripping it tightly as if afraid its contents would fall out.

Inside the bag, in a hidden compartment, was a roll of cash wrapped in newspaper.

He was full of ambition this time.

He planned to go to the provincial capital, a big city like the provincial capital, to really dominate the casinos!

This was definitely not just a wild idea from an old man in the countryside.

Rather, it's because...

After several days and nights of intensive study...

It took a tremendous amount of effort.

He felt he was already quite capable.

Ever since that night, when he opened the file titled "My Life as a Gambling God" in the group chat on his phone...

The profound yet easy-to-understand techniques recorded inside were like a key that completely unlocked the door to his world of a thousand doors.

In the past few days, he has taken every opportunity to...

He locked himself in his room and practiced over and over again.

He mastered several skills that could be considered unique and exceptional.

Old Bull's mindset has completely changed.

The confidence that arose from the bottom of his heart made him feel that he had transformed into a master gambler who could control the life and death of the gambling table.

He had even imagined himself dominating the battlefield countless times in his mind.

He imagined himself walking into the largest and most luxurious underground casino in the provincial capital.

Facing those well-dressed, usually aloof big bosses.

He only needs to sit there, close his eyes, and listen to the sounds.

He could then win all the piles of cash on the table into his canvas bag.

He wanted to return to the village with a large sum of money and slam it heavily on his own dining table.

Let your son, who only knows how to nag all day, see this.

This burning desire to prove himself drove him down this path.

but.

He was also afraid that his son would find out.

He was afraid his son would find out that he went to the provincial capital to gamble again.

He knew Da Niu's temper; that brat usually disliked these things.

Once it was discovered that he hadn't learned his lesson and was gambling in the provincial capital, it was discovered that he hadn't gone back to his old ways.

Let alone leaving this village, I guess my son would just throw this canvas bag into the stove and burn it to ashes.

So I didn't tell my family.

He deliberately chose the time when the whole family was taking a nap at noon to guard against the most relaxed moment.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and sneaked away.

Along the way, he walked close to the wall, choosing deserted paths and avoiding any potential neighbors like a thief.

We finally arrived safely at the village entrance.

The bus stop leading into the village was just ahead.

The dawn of victory is just around the corner.

But I never expected it.

At this critical moment, such a voice rang out from behind.

Feeling guilty, he was naturally startled.

Old Niu Tou stood on the scorching dirt road, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

He swallowed hard, feeling a burning sensation in his throat.

Old Bull Head turned around stiffly.

Baked by the scorching sun overhead.

A fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped onto his forehead.

Sweat streamed down the lines of his face, stinging his eyes and making them ache.

He squinted, looking fearfully in the direction the sound came from.

My gaze passed through the slightly distorted heat waves.

She did not see her son.

Instead, they saw young people standing outside the courtyard wall of the Mushroom House.

The young man was dressed in simple casual clothes.

His handsome face wore a calm expression as he quietly watched them.

After recognizing that it was Li Mo'an.

Old Niu Tou's nerves, which were so taut they were about to snap, instantly relaxed.

His chest heaved violently.

He let out a long breath.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh dear, this is really going to kill the old man."

Old Niu Tou muttered to himself.

"Oh, it's this kid. I thought it was Da Niu who discovered I was running away and chased after me."

After recognizing the other person's identity, he no longer had to face his son's anger.

But Old Bull still dared not relax for a moment.

He knew that this young man named Li Mo'an was a big star and was very close to Teacher Huang and the others from the village's program crew.

Teacher Huang was taken to the police station a couple of days ago because of her own issues.

If this kid meddles in other people's business, he might go back and mention to Teacher Huang that he went out carrying a bag.

Teacher Huang then went to tell Da Niu.

His grand plan to make a fortune in the provincial capital would still have to be abandoned halfway.

Thinking about this...

Old Niu Tou wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his rough hands.

He tried hard to adjust his facial expression and forced a very unnatural smile.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused.

She didn't dare to look directly into Li Mo'an's clear gaze.

He was afraid that the other person's eyes could see through the secret in his canvas bag and his true purpose for going to the provincial capital.

Then he said, "Well, your Uncle Niu is going to the provincial capital."

Old Bull cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more natural.

He made up a random excuse about visiting relatives in the provincial capital to try and get away with it.

He's getting a little anxious.

I'm afraid of saying too much and making a mistake.

If you say just a few more words, you might reveal a logical flaw.

If the news gets back to his son, all his hard work over the past few days will have been for nothing.

Just as Old Bullhead was racking his brains trying to figure out how to end the conversation quickly and get away.

A muffled roar of a diesel engine came from the other end of the road.

A bus heading to the county town to transfer drove by, kicking up a cloud of dust as it traveled along the dirt road.

It stopped right under the bus stop sign next to it.

Old Bull Head looked at the open car door, a glint of wild joy flashing in his eyes.

The bus arrived just in time.

This was a lifesaver.

He didn't even bother with unnecessary pleasantries.

He held the canvas bag tightly in both hands.

He couldn't wait to go up there.

The agility of his movements was unlike that of a man in his sixties.

The car doors closed quickly, and the car drove off into the distance.

Only dust remained, slowly drifting away from the spot.

"What's going on?"

Looking at Uncle Niu's hurried and flustered scene.

Li Mo'an blinked, somewhat confused.