The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

In a private room in the backyard of Yuelai Teahouse.

Wang Kun was sitting with his legs crossed, leisurely sipping his tea, and seemed to be in a good mood.

I just sent someone to buy furniture for Yang Shuisheng, as a way of repaying a debt of gratitude.

"Brother Kun, Brother Yang is here. He says he needs to see you." A henchman announced at the door.

Upon hearing this, Wang Kun immediately put down his teacup and sat up straight: "Please come in quickly!"

Yang Shuisheng walked in carrying the new hoe, his face looking rather grim.

"Brother Yang, what brings you here?"

Wang Kun quickly stood up and warmly invited, "Please sit down! Have some tea!"

"My money was stolen in town." Yang Shuisheng cut to the chase without beating around the bush, "More than a thousand yuan, all gone."

"What?!" Wang Kun's smile vanished instantly. He slammed his hand on the table, his eyebrows raised in anger. "You dare steal my brother's money on my turf?!"

"Who the hell has the guts to eat a bear's heart and a leopard's gall?"

His face darkened. In Daliang Town, theft was a frequent occurrence.

But anyone who dares to touch someone under Wang Kun's protection is practically slapping him in the face.

Especially since it involved stealing money from the person who saved his life!

"Brother Yang, don't rush, sit down and tell me slowly. Where exactly was it stolen?"

"Did you even get a good look at what the person looked like?" Wang Kun asked, suppressing his anger.

Yang Shuisheng briefly recounted how he was hit by a car at the timber store and subsequently discovered that his money was gone.

"I couldn't see the person's face clearly, but they were wearing a gray cloth jacket, were not tall, a bit thin, and moved very quickly."

"A gray cloth jacket, not tall, thin, quick and agile..." After listening, Wang Kun squinted and thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table, "There are only a few thugs in town who do this kind of work, and none of them have this kind of quickness and skill..."

"It's probably that bastard Ma San!"

"Ma San?" Yang Shuisheng's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, he's a professional pickpocket. He's used to being dishonest and has been in town for several years. He specifically targets crowded places and is quite skilled at it."

"The police station has arrested him several times, detained him for a few days and then released him, but he never changes his ways."

Wang Kun knew everything about the various social classes in the town.

"When this bastard steals money, he usually goes to one of two places: either he sneaks through a back door to sleep with his lover, or he gets itchy fingers and gambles."

"It's broad daylight, and the gambling den hasn't opened yet; he's probably at the gambling table."

He immediately called out to the door, "Someone come here!"

A henchman hurried in.

"Go and find out where that bastard Ma San is hanging around today. Did anyone go to the casino?"

"Especially at our own establishments, ask the gatekeepers if they've seen him!"

Wang Kun gave the instructions.

"Yes, Brother Kun!" The underling accepted the order and ran out.

"Brother Yang, please calm down."

Wang Kun poured Yang Shuisheng a cup of tea and reassured him, "If it really is Ma Sanqian, as long as he's still in Daliang Town, he can't escape!"

"I've sent someone to inquire, and we'll have news soon."

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, the younger brother returned, accompanied by a man who worked as a doorman at the casino.

"Brother Kun, I've found out." The underling reported, "Ma San did go to the gambling den behind Zhou Ji Dry Goods Store across the street half an hour ago, and he's gambling there."

"The gatekeeper, Ah Biao, said that Ma San was betting extravagantly today, as if he had pulled off a big heist, and his bets were more aggressive than usual."

Wang Kun and Yang Shuisheng exchanged a glance, both understanding the situation.

"Let's go!" Wang Kun stood up, a hint of coldness on his face. "Brother Yang, come with me to get to know him."

"If it really is him, we'll beat the shit out of him today."

The two men, accompanied by several of their men, left the Yuelai Teahouse and headed straight for Zhouji Dried Goods Shop, which was diagonally opposite.

Wang Kun knew the place well, so he went around to an inconspicuous little door on the side of the shop and nodded to a man guarding the door.

The man immediately understood and opened the small door.

Inside was a narrow, dimly lit passage, leading to a thick wooden door at the end.

Pushing open the wooden door, a cacophony of noise, a strong smell of tobacco and sweat hit me.

Inside was a small, smoky room crammed with twenty or thirty people, gathered around simple tables, gambling noisily, playing the popular game of Texas Hold'em.

This thing is simple and brutal; it makes money fast, but you lose it even faster!

"Brother Kun!"

"Hello, Brother Kun!"

As soon as Wang Kun and Yang Shuisheng entered, the casino became much quieter. Many gamblers recognized Wang Kun and showed respect on their faces. They stopped what they were doing and greeted him with bows and scrapes.

Wang Kun ignored them, scanning the crowd with his eyes, and soon found his target at a table at the back.

Ma San was wearing a gray cloth jacket, just as Yang Shuisheng had described. He was short, and his thin face was shiny with excitement. There was a pile of loose banknotes in front of him, and he was shouting, spitting as he spoke, "Call! I'll call five! Look at the cards!"

"Ma San, have you taken the wrong medicine today?" someone laughed. "Playing so hard, aren't you afraid of losing your underwear?"

"What's there to be afraid of! I'm on a winning streak today!"

Ma San proudly waved the remaining stack of "Big Unity" banknotes in his hand. A quick glance revealed several hundred yuan left. He shouted, "See? There's still so much left. Play as much as you want!"

People around him looked at his thick wad of cash with envy and even greed in their eyes.

"Third Brother, struck it rich?" someone sidled up with a grin. "Can I borrow a few coins from you?"

"Get out of here!" Ma San clutched his wallet tightly and said warily, "This is my hard-earned money. You want to borrow it? No way!"

Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a silk shirt walked up behind Ma San and patted him on the shoulder.

"Who is it? Didn't you see me...?"

Ma San was engrossed in gambling when he turned around impatiently: "Oh, it's Brother Zhou!"

Upon seeing that it was Zhou Ping, the casino manager, he immediately put on a fawning smile, pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought, and offered it to him, "Brother Zhou, want a smoke?"

Zhou Ping didn't take the cigarette. Instead, he looked at him expressionlessly, lowered his voice, and said seriously, "Ma San, I'm asking you, where did you get this money today? Did you steal it?"

"Brother Zhou, what are you saying?"

Ma San's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile.

"This...this is money I earned through hard work doing odd jobs, it's all clean!"

"Earned from working?" Zhou Ping sneered. "You? You think you can earn over a thousand at once?"

"Ma San, I advise you to be honest. Tell the truth now, and there might still be a chance to save you."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you."

"Brother Zhou, I really earned this!"

Ma San felt uneasy under Zhou Ping's gaze, but he still forced himself to say, "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

"Yeah?"

A cold voice came from behind the crowd.

The gamblers automatically parted to make way, and Wang Kun walked over with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face. Yang Shuisheng followed beside him, his eyes fixed on Ma San's face.

Wang Kun walked to the table, not even looking at the money and cards, but simply gestured with his chin to Yang Shuisheng: "Brother Yang, see if it's him?"

"Yes, it's him."

Yang Shuisheng looked at Ma San's face, which was beginning to turn into fear, and at the gray cloth jacket he was wearing, and nodded.

"He stole my money. The top two bills in my wad of cash were brand new hundred-dollar bills, wrapped in red paper, with some red paper scraps still on the edges."

Ma San's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He instinctively wanted to run, but as soon as he turned around, Zhou Ping gave him a look and had two burly men block his way.

Wang Kun walked up to Ma San, reached into the pile of money in front of Ma San, and precisely pulled out the two brand-new hundred-yuan bills on top.

Sure enough, there were still some scraps of red paper stuck to the corners.

"Not bad, Ma San, you've really gotten good at this."

He patted the money in his hand, then looked at Ma San, whose face was ashen, and said with a half-smile, "You even dare to steal my brother Wang Kun's money?"