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

The meeting room of the town's police station.

Under the light of an incandescent lamp.

The sweat on Teacher Huang's forehead had gathered into a stream, which slowly slid down his temples and into his collar.

A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, giving him an indescribable sense of unease.

My eyes were fixed on the big screen.

Sitting on the other side of the screen was a high-ranking official from the provincial economic crime investigation department, a genuine deputy bureau-level official.

Such beings are usually only seen on the evening news.

Now, however, the other party is staring at him intently through the camera, with the kind of gaze one would use to scrutinize a serious criminal.

Teacher Huang was already kicking herself.

Why is my mouth so cheeky?

He mentally slapped himself repeatedly.

It's one thing for them to give orders on TV shows, since it's a variety show and acting.

But now, things have clearly escalated to the point where they can't be salvaged.

Old Niu Tou actually won hundreds of thousands of yuan at a casino in the provincial capital using just a short biography.

How is this classified legally?

This is tantamount to aiding and abetting gambling, or even instigating crime!

Thinking about this, Teacher Huang felt a little short of breath.

It is essential to explain this clearly.

Even if it means tearing off your face and stomping on it, you still have to sever this relationship.

His throat moved with difficulty.

Teacher Huang opened her mouth, trying to make her voice sound like an honest person who had been wronged.

Countless ideas were swirling wildly in my mind.

Just as he was struggling to find the right words and was about to utter the word "leader,"

An unexpected event occurred.

The unexpected turn of events came from the other end of the video.

Through the large LCD screen, one could see that Old Bull Head, who had been slumped on the iron chair like a tattered sack, suddenly experienced a violent tremor.

The tremor was so noticeable that even the deputy director sitting behind Old Bull Head frowned slightly.

Followed by.

With a thud!

A deep, loud noise reverberated clearly through the sound system, reaching every corner of the conference room.

Old Bullhead actually struggled and slid off the specially made interrogation chair.

His knees slammed heavily against the hard concrete floor.

Just hearing that makes your bones ache.

Old Bull seemed completely oblivious to the pain. Although his hands were still bound by handcuffs, he desperately stretched forward, adopting a crawling posture.

This scene.

The deputy director from the provincial capital was completely stunned.

Police officer Lao Zhang, standing next to Teacher Huang, also stared wide-eyed, almost dropping the folder he was holding.

"What's that old man doing? Did he have a sudden heart attack?"

Old Zhang's heart tightened, and he was about to shout for help into the microphone.

However, the next second, the old bull raised its head.

That wrinkled, tear-streaked old face was now filled with a kind of fervent, almost pilgrimage-like devotion.

His eyes were shining as he stared intently at Teacher Huang's face on the screen.

Then.

Old Niu Tou mustered all his strength, and with his hoarse, broken voice, let out a heart-wrenching scream into the microphone:

"Teacher Huang! I knew you were a reclusive gambling master!"

"I understand! I understand everything!"

"Please, have great compassion and mercy, you must accept me as your disciple!"

These words were shouted so loudly that they echoed even in the corridor of the police station.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Teacher Huang's explanation, which was already on the tip of her tongue, was abruptly cut off by this sudden shout.

Its mouth was wide enough to fit a goose egg.

The flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly from extreme shock.

At that moment, his brain completely lost the ability to process information, leaving only a vast expanse of white snowflakes.

"Taking on apprentices?"

A gambling expert?

"I'll take your grandma's legs!"

Teacher Huang was internally screaming, even wanting to jump into the screen and sew the old bull's mouth shut.

What occasion is this?

This is a live interrogation of provincial leaders!

Your shout is practically kicking me straight into the abyss of prison!

And on the other side of the big screen.

Old Bullhead, however, had a completely different perspective.

have to say.

Old Niu Tou was indeed a clever retired worker; his mind worked incredibly fast.

Just now.

When he saw Li Mo'an and Teacher Huang appear together in the interrogation video, his mind, clouded by gambling desire and admiration, quickly completed a logical loop.

No wonder!

Old Niu Tou sighed inwardly.

No wonder Li Mo'an could write such divine biographies of historical figures.

"No wonder even experts from the provincial capital couldn't understand the theories inside."

There is only one reason.

That's because there's an even more terrifying figure standing behind Li Mo'an!

Right now, Teacher Huang is sitting across from the screen, looking utterly unfathomable.

I recalled my experience not long ago.

Old Bullhead still feels like he's dreaming.

Based solely on that document titled "My Life as a Gambling God".

In just a few days.

This guy, who couldn't even play mahjong at the village mahjong stall, somehow managed to dominate in a high-end casino in the provincial capital.

That's hundreds of thousands of chips!

The pairs of eyes staring at him, filled with fear and awe, made him feel a sense of dignity he had never experienced before.

and so.

The person who wrote this document was the God of Gamblers.

And what kind of person could train a gambling god?

Old Niu Tou's gaze swept over Teacher Huang, looking him up and down.

He began to recall every description of the "God of Gamblers' teacher" in that short biography.

The biography says that although the master lived in seclusion away from the hustle and bustle, every move he made revealed his wisdom in seeing through the illusions of the world.

He enjoys drinking tea and giving lectures, always conveying profound truths in his simple words.

even.

Even the master's slightly plump figure and the occasional nonchalant smile were clearly described.

at this time.

Old Niu Tou looked at Teacher Huang on the screen.

That slightly chubby face.

His appearance, with its black-rimmed glasses and scholarly air, was striking.

And then there was that composed demeanor he put on when facing the police, which, in Old Bull's eyes, was actually "unperturbed in the face of adversity."

Especially Teacher Huang's hands, which habitually want to offer some pointers.

They overlapped.

They completely overlap!

This is practically the real person who stepped right out of the biography!

"It's confirmed!"

Old Bullhead felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

"I knew it; such god-like gambling skills couldn't just appear out of thin air."

"It must be this Mr. Huang; he's living a life of quiet seclusion on the show."

He used his culinary skills to mask his true talent, and his preaching to filter out those who were truly destined for him.

I've figured that out.

Old Niu Tou no longer cared about handcuffs or the law.

He felt that his only chance in his life was right in front of him, and if he didn't seize it, he would die with regrets.

then.

He knelt there and kowtowed twice more.

His voice trembled with boundless sincerity.

"Master! I was blind before and didn't recognize your true form!"

"Now I understand everything!"

"Please, for the sake of my old bones and my thirst for knowledge, formally accept me as your student!"

"I will definitely carry forward and promote our gambling skills!"

This confession.

The air in the police station's meeting room froze completely.

And listening to these words.

Teacher Huang opened her mouth, only to find her throat extremely dry, unable to utter a single syllable.

He sat there, stunned.

I was completely dumbfounded.