Chapter 23: The Woe of The Gambler
I was
stunned ... Is this the Niu Xiao’er I once knew?
Once, Niu
Xiao’er...was high-spirited amongst my class mates. Although he
was not the most handsome, he must have absolutely
been the sunniest. Many
girls had secretly given love letters to him.
But now
he had a
bald head, and there was an unspeakably violent scar on his eyebrows.
His right
hand only had
three fingers; his
middle finger and little finger were gone.
He did
not hide his disability, and he showed off the three fingers and said, "My
brother, you judge if I have been unlucky. Years ago, I gambled with people,
lost everything, and then used my fingers to gamble. Finger was thirty thousand
Yuan…shit, I still lost two fingers.
I smiled
and said that he was ruthless. Besides money, he began to gamble his life away.
"Damn,
do not talk about this matter. I have lost all my money." Niu Xiao’er drooped his
shoulder and said, "My brother, let's go at noon, we two brothers, to have
a drink."
"Go."
I also wanted to have a drink with him.
Although
I knew he was not the Niu Xiao’er I once knew, for the sake of our
old friendship, I felt we should have a glass of wine.
I took
Niu Xiao’er to a little restaurant next to my tattoo studio, ready to have a
meal.
Niu Xiao’er sneered
at that small restaurant and said, "My brother, we can ‘teat here. In small
restaurants the chef can't cook good dishes. Let us go
downtown and find a classy restaurant.”
I have
always been frugal. It would cost maybe a few dozen Yuan to eat at the small
restaurant, but if went to the classy restaurant, it would cost a few
hundred.
I was a
little distressed about the money, but since the brother had said so, for the
sake of peace of mind, or for the sake of face, I had to endure. I said,
"The city has a Korean-style grill joint, let’s go there to eat
meat."
I said
that at the Korean-style grill place, it would cost two people five or six
hundred dollars to eat, plus a good wine. I estimated that a few thousand Yuan were out.
But Niu Xiao’er
was still dissatisfied.
He slanted
his head with a bad smile, "Puff, my brother, you call that place a classy
restaurant? You look like you're not going to eat. I’ve been to your city
before, and I know there's a French restaurant over here, and it's very tasty.
Let’s go there to eat."
I was amazed
by him.
To be
honest, I really didn't earn much. It’s OK if we eat something cheap, but
you’re trying to make me eat "high-range food"? Isn’t this a bit...?
Alas!
I rode the
tram and took him to a restaurant in the city for a French dinner.
The place
was really luxurious, and I hadn't been there before. But Niu Xiao’er,
as if he was a regular, sat on the leather seat and began to
order.
"Red
wine, big snail, foie gras, and black truffle." He ordered casually.
I felt a
pain in my wallet for his sake.
When I
walked in the door, I saw the price of the big snail, oh my god, more than four
hundred Yuan.
This time
in the French restaurant, I estimated that I couldn't go out if I didn't spend
plenty of money first.
But I
belong to those people who take things as they come. Now that I was there, I
was going to eat boldly. It was OK for me to swipe my credit
card.
Frankly
speaking, although this French food was expensive, I was really not accustomed
to eating it. The
black truffle was suffused with a strange flavor, the foie gras was sticky, and
the big snail was unsavory.
Maybe I am
the kind
of person accustomed to eating scallions dipped in sauce, not such fancy dishes?
I did not
eat a lot of food and kept drinking red wine, looking at
him eating quickly.
After a
couple of drinks, both Niu Xiao’er and I were slightly tipsy.
Everyone
says that after drinking people tell the truth. He drank too much, and just
told me his stories.
I almost
fainted when I heard them.
Originally...his
life was much more complicated than losing two fingers.
Three or
four years ago, he actually had a good life.
Niu Xiao’er
had opened a sanitary napkin factory at that time, specialized in fake goods
such as Anerle, seven-degree space, Whisper, and other famous sanitary napkin
brands. He
was making fakes of those brands.
He could
make tens of millions of Yuan a year at his peak.
Once
people have money, they will be itching to do
something. At
the time,
Niu Xiao’er wasn't
satisfied with eating
and drinking, so he became addicted to gambling.
This was
a bottomless hole. Ten bets, ten losses. After two or
three years he lost his all money, and his own house and car were
mortgaged out.
He lost
all of it.
At the
end of last year, he bet the factory, and also mortgaged it. Of course, he
lost.
Niu Xiao’er
was really angry.
Now his
wife ran back to her home, his mother was dead because of anger, and he became
a loner.
Recently
he was betting less. He often
saw that he could not borrow more money, so he thought of me, thought of the
idea of playing with a Yin and Yang Tattoo.
When I
heard that, my heart was extremely shocked. I hurriedly
waved, "My brother, I really advise you, don’t gamble... Let's get you a
job and make a comeback. Don't you know how to drive? After a period of time, I can give
you a
loan to get a seventy or eighty thousand Yuan BYD; you can
become a driver, make some money each month, how about that?"
"Become
a driver? Oh... It's a grandson's job, I'm not going to do it." Niu Xiao’er
grabbed my hand and said, "Brother, just... You tattoo me a Yin and Yang Tattoo
that can gamble... Then I can make a comeback. So I can get my money back
through gambling.”
"No."I
said to him, "Brother, your bets destroyed you, do you still not
understand? This gambling cannot make money; only hard work
can make
money."
"No,
no, still work? I am not a diligent person ... I became rich by relying on my
brain. Gambling also relies on my brain... Tattoo me a Yin and Yang Tattoo."
Niu Xiao’er was afraid I didn't give him the Yin and Yang Tattoo, also grunted
and said, "Brother, don’t blame me if I am talkative, but you know... If I
hadn't helped you, you might have drowned in that river, right?"
As I
heard this, I was very angry.
Niu Xiao’er
used ‘I saved your life ‘to coerce me into giving him the Yin and Yang Tattoo.
“OK, OK.”
I held back
my anger and said, "Brother, since you have brought up the old past, then
I will give you the tattoo... But when this tattoo is done, don't keep finding
me ... My mother now have uremia -kidney exhaustion –and is lying in the
hospital, and so I give her money to make the operation. If I tattoo a Yin and
Yang Tattoo for you, don't come to find me, all right? I can't endanger myself."
I found
Niu Xiao’er to
bean extremely extravagant gambler who didn't care about anything. I was just
an honest man trying to earn the surgery fee for my mum. We were
not of the same class of people, so we had to stop seeing each other later.
"OK.
As long as I make money, I'll go and win the money back." He said,
"By the way, your mother is seriously ill, and I have come from a distant
place, bringing nothing. I’ll give some cash to let Auntie
buy some nourishment."
After
that, he clapped his hands and put a hundred Yuan bill on the table.
One hundred.
I did not
know what to say ... In fact, if you, Niu Xiao’er, didn't make me come
to this French restaurant to eat, there would still be a few thousand more Yuan
for my mother’s operation expenses.
I took
the money in order to save his face, and after saying thank you, I found the
waiter to pay.
I
altogether spent more than seventy-eight hundred Yuan for this meal.
My credit
card limit was
eight thousand, just enough.
I
finished paying, picked up my jacket and said to him, "Let's go
to the tattoo studio; I'll give you a Yin
and Yang Tattoo.”
"Alas.
This is right, you should not advise me to quit gambling. I, at
least, was a person who earned tens of millions of Yuan a year once."
Niu Xiao’er crooked his head to walk beside me.
Just then,
the French restaurant's live band was playing a song called ‘sleep on
my upper bunk, brother’.
I heard
the song and didn’t hurry to go, standing in the doorway, listening to the
song.
When I
heard ‘your letters are more and more polite, you do not mention love, you say you have a
lot of friends now,
but no longer sad for those things’, I was deeply touched.
In these lyrics, I
heard a pair of good schoolyard friends drifting away from each other.
Niu Xiao’er
and I were drifting away.
He had
been here all morning, but after meeting... Except for what he told me, there was
nothing... I felt that we didn’t share a common language.
I wiped
my sour nose and turned to go.
Niu Xiao’er
said happily, "Ouch, Brother, you - a tattooist -know literature and art?
You still like the songs of Lao Lang?"
I sighed. I was
disgusted to Niu Xiao’er.
We went
back to the tattoo studio, I gave Liu a call: “Hello.”
"What's
Up? New business?”
"Not
a business, a favor ... Help me get a jar of new souls." I said to Liu,
"Oh, for this new soul, I’ll owe you... The credit card has no money
today... I'm sorry."
The
forty-two thousand Yuan I made last night I had already sent to my mother, with
only a few hundred Yuan left in my hands.
"OK."
Liu said, "I will give you the goods right now. Last time
it was a preferential price, but now the price will increase. This new
soul’s price is nineteen hundred and ninety-nine Yuan.”
"Ooh!
A thousand Yuan more than yesterday?"
"Ah, you have
to take into account how much one Yin and Yang Tattoo is worth," Liu said
and hung
up the phone.
I thought
about it. The new soul is the core of a Yin and Yang Tattoo. In addition
to this cost, there is no basically no other cost, and I can still make plenty
of money.
"Well,
it’s a deal." I turned to Niu Xiao’er and said, "Brother ... I’ll do a
Yin and Yang Tattoo for you and I will not charge you money
for it, but a Yin
and Yang Tattoo requires a new soul, and a new soul is two
thousand Yuan. Can
you spend this money?"
He lay on
the tattoo couch, cocked up his legs and said, "I won’t cheat you. When I came
to you here, I borrowed from other people. It was still
only one hundred, which I just gave for your mother to buy nutrition...Right
now, I
have no money."
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