It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Chen Zhengkang was beaten unconscious and lay straight in bed for three days before he could get out of bed.

He was terrified and ill, so he couldn't run away. He could only find ways to scare all his friends and relatives.

At this time, he didn't care about his face anymore. He cheated and borrowed money from his family to finally make up the first week's interest.

After that, the debt collector didn't come to him for several days, but not long after, new interest began to accrue on his debt.

There's no way out. Really no way out.

Perhaps many people think this is unreasonable. How could someone borrow a thousand dollars to gamble just to pay for a train ticket worth only a few dozen dollars, and even end up losing everything and incurring new debts?

How could anyone in their right mind do such a thing?

But in the world of gamblers, such things are really not new at all.

Whether in a big city or a small town, there will always be a small group of useless people who are addicted to gambling.

Their lives are already rotten to the core, so they don’t think about starting over with their own efforts. Instead, they fantasize about turning things around, changing their fate, and taking another gamble to win.

Even if they have nothing left to lose in the end, they will just let themselves continue to get worse because the situation can't get any worse anyway.

Just like until this moment, Chen Zhengkang's mind is still on how to get the last gambling money to complete his plan of repairing the sky.

"I can do it," the cigarette in his hand burned to the end, and he lit the last cheap cigarette tremblingly, "I can do it..."

He will definitely be able to come back, it's not like he hasn't won before

Ah - the most he won in one go was two thousand dollars!

Yes, as long as he can get 2,000 yuan of start-up capital, and then gamble according to his own plan, without getting carried away, and win 2,000 yuan a day, he can pay back the money with interest in less than two months!

The more Chen Zhengkang thought about it, the more convinced he became - or even if he knew the chances were slim, he would just choose to continue deceiving himself.

The problem now is where to get the start-up capital... the gambling money that can help him turn his life around.

It was impossible for him to obtain the money through normal channels. The profits from usury were accumulating every day. If he could not raise the money in a short period of time, the original interest would soon roll into a terrifying astronomical figure.

Of course, if he manages to raise the money, the number might be even more terrifying.

So how do we raise this money now?

The relatives and friends at home have already taken advantage of it. Although I can shamelessly continue to try to borrow money from them, the probability of being able to borrow money this time is really very small.

He lied about everything for money, including car accidents, cancer, being cheated by women, and his sick child... In the end, almost everyone in his social circle knew his true nature and refused to lend him even a penny.

Yes, that's right.

correct!

Chen Zhengkang suddenly stood up from the bed, his eyes showing excitement and greed.

He knew how he was going to get the money—he had a daughter!

Chen Zhengkang quickly calculated in his mind: He had been away from home for more than a year, and the kid had no money. He must have dropped out of school to work.

When her child was in school, Chen Zhengkang never took care of her at all. Instead, he would take away the living expenses she earned from odd jobs from time to time.

In his impression, Chen Xiaoya usually lives frugally and can save about 50 yuan every month.

He could earn that much while still in school, so if he were to work in a factory now, he would definitely earn more—a few hundred yuan, right? With a few hundred yuan, he could turn things around!

Chen Zhengkang thought as a matter of course: She was his own daughter, so he should hand over all the money he earned!

In just a few seconds, he thought of a countermeasure: he could force Chen Xiaoya to give him money, snatch his passbook, ID card, etc., and go to the bank to withdraw the money.

If she hides everything and refuses to give it to you, then go to her workplace and cause trouble, report her boss for employing underage labor, and try to extort compensation from her!

In short, no matter what, he will get the money in the end.

Just when hope was rekindled in Chen Zhengkang's heart, there was a sudden loud knock on the door outside the low-rent housing.

Along with the loud bang of fists hitting the door, Chen Zhengkang began to shake as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

"Hey, Chen Zhengkang, open the door! Open the door!" A rough and arrogant voice rang out from outside the door. "Don't try to hide! I know you're fucking in there!"

Chen Zhengkang was stunned for a few seconds, and then he shuddered violently as if he had just realized what was happening.

In this era, the regulation of private lending is not strict enough, and those who can lend money at high interest rates are often rich and powerful in the local area, and can really force debtors to death.

For gamblers, the most terrifying thing is the debt collectors coming to their door.

Chen Zhengkang may have a bad temper when he is drunk and beats children, but in the face of real violence, he is just a trembling quail.

Is this someone here to collect the debt? Chen Zhengkang thought in doubt, wasn't it agreed to be a month? It's not even time yet!

For several seconds he couldn't even move, his eyes rolling around as he desperately thought of a solution.

"Open the door quickly," the debt collector outside said, completely lacking patience. "If you don't come out, I'll break down the door!"

Chen Zhengkang was still thinking about how to delay - perhaps move a chair to block the door to prevent people outside from breaking in.

But he didn't have time to get up and move the chair, because he was not the only one in this low-rent apartment.

A worker on another camp bed had already woken up at this time. He had just returned from the night shift and was sleeping at this moment, but was awakened by the life-threatening knocking on the door outside.

The worker was tired and sleepy, and his first reaction when he was woken up was to curse, but then he realized that something was wrong. After listening to a few words, he stood up silently and walked straight to the door.

Chen Zhengkang became anxious and uttered a curse in Chinese from his throat, then shouted at the other party not to open the door.

The worker didn't listen at all. He glared at Chen Zhengkang and spat fiercely: "Who the hell do you think you are? You're going to pay for the door being broken by hammering it?"

He came here from another place to work and didn't want to get into trouble. Renting a house together is illegal, and if the police come, everyone will be in trouble.

However, the workers had limited friendship with Chen Zhengkang and did not want to take the risk for him.

What's more, the other party got into trouble because he went out gambling.

Anyone with a little bit of seriousness would not look down on a gambler like Chen Zhengkang, not to mention that he was involved in loan sharking.

The workers' minds were now full of thoughts about getting this person out as quickly as possible: this kind of guy would only be a nuisance if he stayed around, and they had to get rid of him quickly, even if it was just to avoid being implicated later.

Chen Zhengkang yelled angrily: "You——"

Before he could finish his curse words, his coworker had already opened the door of the room.

Outside the door is a knife that looks very tough.

The scarred man lowered his head slightly and went into the house. He stood at the door like an iron tower, blocking the exit tightly without even having to stretch out his hand.

The worker didn't owe any money and hadn't committed any crime, but he was still a little scared when he saw the scarred man.

He was afraid that the other party had recognized the wrong person, so he quickly pointed at Chen Zhengkang and said, "He is the person you are looking for."

Scarface looked in the direction of the finger, which made Chen Zhengkang feel creepy.

He tremblingly compared his body shape with Scarface's, and concluded that the man's arms were thicker than his thighs.

Just when Chen Zhengkang thought he was doomed today, the scarred man opposite him spoke.

"Are you Chen Zhengkang?"

Chen Zhengkang subconsciously wanted to deny it. He was used to evading debts, and his first reaction when asked about any personal information was to lie.

But Scarface was clearly familiar with the habits of gamblers like him, and his face immediately darkened as he shouted, "Is that true or not? You're lying to me and you're done for!"

Chen Zhengkang was yelled at so hard that his knees buckled, but he didn't dare to complain at all. He just stammered, "Yes, I am..."

Scarface's expression finally looked better.

Without wasting any time talking to Chen Zhengkang, Scarface simply grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the low-rent housing like a chicken.

He was taken to a dead end downstairs: it was pitch black, deserted, without surveillance, and the nearby residents were more indifferent than stone. It was indeed a perfect place for lynching.

Chen Zhengkang was so frightened that he was paralyzed. If he hadn't been carried by someone, he probably wouldn't have been able to walk.

Scarface threw him to the ground, looked at him with a look that looked like trash for a few seconds, and then asked nonchalantly while rolling up his sleeves, "Tell me, when are you going to pay my boss back?"

"I'll pay it back, I definitely will!" Chen Zhengkang shouted reflexively, "Give me a few more days... no, a month, just another month, and I'll definitely return the money!"

Scarface thought about it and kicked him.

"You still want a month's grace?" The big man's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. "I'm afraid you won't live to see that time."

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I really will pay it back," Chen Zhengkang put his arms in front of his face and begged desperately, "Brother, brother, I'm really trying to raise the money, please give me a few more days..."

Scarface spat in his face: "Raising money? Where would you get the money, a poor idiot like you?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The big man kicked her ribs with his toes. "I've been paralyzed in my rental house for a week. What kind of money did you raise?"

Chen Zhengkang was kicked so hard that he saw stars, but he could only beg for mercy in a cowardly manner.

"Really, I will pay it back," he trembled as he bowed, "My daughter, my daughter has money, I'll go ask her for it right away, big brother, please give me a few more days..."

"You want some time, right? Okay!"

Scarface laughed grimly, "Since you've said that, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll give you a few days."

Before Chen Zhengkang could show his relief, the scarred man stepped on his arm.

"Ah——" he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"This is the interest we agreed on before."

Scarface said this, casually picking up half a brick from the ground.

Chapter 5000 Doctor: Date Me (+)

"Okay," Xiao Niao murmured to himself, "I feel like I'm almost getting used to this setting."

She didn't know when it started, but she began to frequently have such overly realistic dreams.

First the bedroom, then the streets of the capital, and finally the study in the Prime Minister's residence - even the details of the arrangement of objects were extremely perfect, exactly the same as she remembered.

Xiao Niao could clearly feel himself holding a quill and writing a series of Latin letters, or riding on a docile pony and looking at the army about to go to war from afar.

…The only thing that seemed strange was that she would occasionally dream of people who shouldn't be in that scene.

For example, a certain doctor, a certain doctor and a certain doctor.

This will not affect Xiaoniao's normal life during the day. After all, most people will forget most of what happened in their dreams the moment they wake up.

But she always had a vague impression of a dream.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Xiao Niao doesn't believe such a coincidence: he would suddenly dream about scenes from the past over and over again.

Thinking back carefully, this abnormality seemed to have started from that day - from the day she saw that strange red ball of light enter her body.

From that day on, she began to frequently have such strange dreams.

Sometimes she is the protagonist of the dream, and sometimes she is just like a bystander, watching the characters in the dream act accordingly.

"This is not normal."

"I even drank a dreamless potion before falling asleep," Xiao Niao grumbled softly, "These kinds of items are much more expensive than I thought...it cost a full two hundred points."

【Because this is a rare potion.】

The system said: [Well, you may not understand... But for the 'player', sometimes dreaming can even determine life and death.]

"In short, according to Tongzi, there is only a one in a thousand chance that the potion will fail... but now it doesn't

It didn’t work.”

She could feel her head sinking into the pillow. The light in the room was a little dim, but thanks to her good eyesight, she could still clearly see the details of everything within her field of vision.

The queen with long light golden hair leaned over and looked at him, her arms resting on the bed, which sagged slightly due to the weight.

"...But now, the potion isn't working."

Xiao Niao took a deep breath and muttered his words again.

"So," she said, "this must be some kind of hallucination, or a side effect of that ball of light."

Although I still don’t know what its function is, Xiaoniao added in his heart.

The young queen didn't say anything, her silence was a little too much, only her violet eyes looked at her without blinking - her eyes were as soft as she remembered.

Xiao Niao tried to reach out and touch the person in front of him. It was much better than he had imagined. It didn't feel like touching glass or a doll made of cloth.

The skin under his hand had a soft touch, and Xiao Niao could feel the bright, living breath.

Her Majesty the Queen seemed unwilling to wait any longer. She pinched the back of the shrike's neck with her calloused hands and leaned down to kiss the latter's cheek.

Her moist breath blew against her ears as Gwyneth murmured her old name.

Levi.

"...but you're not the real Gwen," Xiao Niao concluded, closing his eyes. "You're just my impression of Gwyneth."