If you're asked to make a TV series, then you should make a series about Collapsed Star Railway

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The professor was clearly fed up with Alluvial's indifferent attitude.

After cursing a gambler.

The two then parted ways.

As he watched the professor leave, Sand Gold's expression gradually turned serious.

No matter how indifferent he appeared in front of Ladio, the shackles of harmony had already been placed upon him.

The next seventeen systems.

This is the crucial moment of victory!

With the movement of placer gold.

What followed was, to the audience, exactly like a typical detective drama.

Through the gems in my hand.

Sand Gold began to mingle with a variety of different people in the park.

However, information obtained in this way is a jumbled mess and completely useless.

Just when he was at his wits' end.

A familiar shade of red has reappeared!

Fireworks, the most elusive person in Pinocchio, took the initiative to approach Sand Gold.

After a heated exchange of words...

Conversation between two people.

The crucial moment has finally arrived.

“Let me tell you, you mute, there were originally two people who fit this definition.”

"But the robin is dead, and the other one... she's still in Pinocchio, but you probably won't find her again."

Fireworks said with a smile, and casually took out a red button and handed it to Sand Gold: "But little peacock, don't say I didn't help you. This is my mutual guarantee of destruction button."

“I have one too. When you can’t stand it anymore, just press it and the whole Pinocchio will be blown up.”

Hearing what Hanabi said.

Sand Gold glanced at the button but didn't take it; he wouldn't dare to take anything from the Masked Fool so casually.

But he was fully aware of the implications of the fireworks.

“Fool, now I can be completely sure that I have been on the right track from the very beginning and have never deviated from it.”

"I only lack two things: first, the meaning behind the truth, and second, the method to reveal it."

"I will take care of the rest myself. I will prepare the greatest show for the downfall of the family."

"When the climax is reached, Gao Qiang will collapse, people will be awakened, and those who cannot speak will speak again."

After saying that, Sand Gold looked at the fireworks and said with a smile, "When this moment comes, please press the button and set off a big firework to celebrate for me."

"interesting."

Hanabi's smile grew even more joyful: "Even at this point, you still have the mind to spout nonsense. But it's a deal, don't disappoint me, little peacock."

The dialogue between the two, numbered 4278.

This made the audience increasingly aware that something was amiss.

That guy, Sand Gold, definitely has more tricks up his sleeve.

Sunday didn't completely have him under control!

……

Holy crap, how come the plot keeps reversing in these ten-odd minutes?!

Even though the situation has deteriorated to this extent, Sand Gold seems to be confident. Where does he get his confidence?

What is this so-called mute person implying? Oh my god, my brain is about to explode!

This isn't just a third-tier storyline, it's at least a fourth-tier one! There are all sorts of foreshadowing and hints. They haven't even revealed the foreshadowing in the underworld yet, and they've already dug a pit for it. Even gold dust wouldn't be like this, would it?

Oh no, what's going on?! Did this guy trick us again?!

How else can he lie? He's already handed over the foundation stones and used up all the jewelry in his bag. Now, apart from his status as a company executive, he has almost nothing left. How can he turn things around?

Gamblers need chips to turn the tables, but Sand Gold has no chips left.

……

Just as the audience was speculating.

The scene flashes by, and the memory reappears!

The last time was when the gold dust had a rather pitiful childhood.

But the very first scene left the viewers who were discussing it in the live chat completely dumbfounded.

on the screen.

He was a young man named Sha Jin, dressed in thin clothes, covered in wounds, and in a disheveled state.

He kept his head down, making it impossible to see his expression behind his hair.

Off-screen.

A male voice was speaking condescendingly:

“Those men in black suits didn’t say much, so I don’t know what methods you used to survive that massacre back then.”

"But I think you're very lucky, so I bought you. From now on, you and your luck are my assets, understand?"

The man's words echoed the recently burned mark on Sand Gold's neck.

The audience, suddenly realizing what had happened, was completely stunned.

They always thought it was some kind of tattoo, but they never imagined it was actually a damn slave mark!

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Before becoming a senior executive in the company, was Sand Gold a slave?!

A tragic childhood, the extermination of his clan, becoming a slave, and then becoming a company executive.

The span of this period is simply too large.

While shocking the audience, it also left them eager to know how Sand Gold managed to achieve such a terrifying transformation!

The man didn't exchange many pleasantries with the gold dust.

He simply told the gold dust a fact in a casual way.

He bought forty slaves, and then, in order to prove that gold dust was worth its price as an asset.

Sand Gold had to go and play a game with those slaves.

Two days later, they came out alive.

"You have a good appearance, so many customers bet their fortunes on you, you skinny little brat. Go on, don't disappoint your master."

The man finished.

Sand Gold paused for a moment, then asked a completely unrelated question: "How much did you pay to buy me?"

"what?"

The man thought he had misheard.

"My price, I say, you buy my price."

The process of applying gold dust is repeated once more.

The man was slightly surprised for a moment, then replied, "Sixty Taamba, no more, no less."

"I want to bet with you."

Sand Gold kept his head down, but his tone carried a calm madness: "Half of sixty, thirty coins. As long as I come back alive, you have to give it to me. Do you dare to bet?"

"Hahahahaha!"

The man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Want to gamble with me?! Fine! You've got guts! But sorry, no way. You're just a slave; you don't even deserve to sit at the table."

"You are a bargaining chip. Either bring back more chips for your master, or never come back."

"All or nothing, don't embarrass me, lucky one."

The memory ends here.

The audience was completely speechless.

All or nothing.

They heard this line from the very first time they met Sand Gold.

But no one expected that when this sentence was said again, the audience's feelings would change so drastically.

Just like the speculation in the comments section.

Goldfields have run out of bargaining chips, much like the predicament in this memory.

As slaves.

What right does he have to turn the tables at the gambling table and win such a terrifying future for himself?

Where did he get the leverage to turn the tables on Sunday?

And what kind of stakes would allow you to either win everything or lose everything?

The audience felt heartbroken over the fate of the gold dust.

On the one hand, they can't help but speculate and fantasize.

But they were never able to find the chip.

As the screen lit up again from the darkness.

The focus of everyone's attention had shifted to the train crew.