The afterglow of the sunset paints the whole of Shanghai with a golden layer.

"This way, move it a little further." Fang Wenyu was directing the servants to hang the prize money on the chandelier. Daddy's birthday will be in a few days. He, as a son, tried his best to decorate the banquet hall as a sign of filial piety.

"Brother" Fang Zihao stood beside him with a frown.

Fang Wenyu looked at his younger brother, there is nothing to do all day, no matter how much work, no matter how many industries, there will always be times when they fail. But my mother only cares about her. Since her younger brother was born, she feels that her father doesn't love her anymore.

"What's the matter? Zihao." He asked lightly.

"Can you lend me some money?" Fang Zihao asked anxiously.

Fang Wenyu looked at his brother and asked, "What do you want money for? Didn't your father give you 1,000 yuan in pocket money every month?"

Fang Zihao raised his handsome face, and said disdainfully, "Just that little money is not enough for me to stick between my teeth. I want to buy a present for my father, will you give it?!"

"But you don't have enough money to plug your teeth, but it's a year's cost for ordinary people." Fang Wenyu said solemnly.

Fang Zihao glared at his eldest brother: "I came to borrow money from you, not to listen to you." Looking at his younger brother, Fang Wenyu reluctantly took out a few hundred dollars and put it in his hand.

Fang Zihao immediately became unhappy when he saw it: "Why only five yuan?"

"That's all I have." Fang Wenyu said helplessly.

"You have that little bit? I don't believe it!" Fang Zihao narrowed his eyes, but he didn't look like a fool, and what he said didn't sound reliable.

"I asked him to do this." Fang Wenyu looked at his brother with a smile and said, "Money is something that you don't bring with you in life or death. It's better to do more practical things."

Fang Zihao glanced at him and turned to leave. Don't you just read a few more years than him, how old are most, and want to teach him a lesson and dream!

Fang Wenyu, who walked out of the house, took Feng Xiaoliu to turn around several times before entering the casino again.

The night was like a dimensional curtain that quickly covered the entire sky.

Han Juan, who came downstairs, saw Fang Wenyu, and felt that the nose was not the nose, and the eyes were not the eyes. She turned her eyes for several times without seeing her son, and when she asked several servants and said they didn't see it, she walked towards Fang Wenyu: "Have you seen Zihao?"

"Mother, he went out."

Han Juan frowned, the dinner was about to start, she glanced at Fang Wenyu and said, "What is he doing out?"

"He took some from me and said to go out and buy presents."

Han Juan must have known there was something tricky. She hurriedly called Han Shaoping and asked him to take someone to look for it.

When walked into the casino, immediately forgot what parents' names were.

Everyone in the casino held their breath, waiting for the dealer to open the bank.

"Great!" Fang Zihao and others shouted together. Zhuang Jiajing glanced at everyone's faces for a while, then took off the dice tube. He slowly moved his hand away, sighs and annoyances slowly rising and falling in the casino.

Feng Xiaoliu, who was beside him, looked at Fang Zihao, who was grey-headed and sullen, and was very anxious: "Young master, I'm running out of money."

Zhu Wendi was unhappy and pushed him away, and said urgently, "Get out of the way, let me play first."

"But you've run out of money." Feng Xiaoliu said worriedly.

Fang Zihao took out a crumpled piece of money from his pocket, shook it a few times in front of him and said, "How much do you have, take it out quickly."

Hearing that he wanted to pay from his pocket, Feng Xiaoliu hurriedly covered his pocket: "Master, I, I have no money."

Fang Zihao slapped him on the back of the head and said, "You Louzi, don't think I don't know."

"Hehe." Feng Xiaoliu took the money out of his pocket.

Fang Zihao quickly grabbed the money and bet it on.

Just when he regretted Moji, a man in his 10s and 40s who smoked a big cigarette stick came over and said with contempt, "Master Fang, do you have any money?"

"Master Shen" Fang Zihao looked at Shen Xin in front of him timidly, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"I, I have no money."

"No money?" Shen Xin's sharp eyes pierced into his heart.

"I've been in forbearance for several days, and now you owe me fifty thousand dollars."

Hearing this number, Fang Zihao turned pale with fright: "Then, there are so many? Isn't it thirty-five?"

A man next to him glared at him, and said viciously: "Our Lord Shen says as much is as much! Say it! When will it be returned?".

"Tomorrow, I will definitely pay tomorrow!" Fang Zihao replied in dismay.

"Tomorrow? You've said this many times, and today you have to come up with the money!"

"No, I really don't!"

"Your father is a famous business tycoon, you have no money?!"

"Master Shen, give me a few more days, I really don't have money," he begged timidly.

Shen Xin also knew that if he didn't give some color to this kid, he wouldn't be able to squeeze out oil and water, so he winked at the people around him, and they immediately rushed towards the young master, Feng Xiaoliu. He also raised his fists, but he was beaten to the ground by a stout man in a few seconds. Seeing that Fang Zi was raining down on Fang Zi with his head raised, Feng Xiaoliu hurriedly threw himself on him.

Amid Feng Xiaoliu's resistance and Fang Zihao's screams, the big men finally stopped.

"Give you ten days, if you don't bring money after ten days, I'll break your leg!" After that, the men walked away.

When Han Shaoping led someone to find Fang Zihengji, he was beaten to the point of bruising his nose and face. Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Han Shaoping laughed secretly: "Cousin, who beat you up like this?" He stretched out his right hand and comforted him. Hit his swollen cheeks.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Fang Zihao's touch made his face pierce into his heart like a needlepoint.

"I'll comfort you." On weekdays, he couldn't get used to this cousin who had nothing to do all day but yelled at him.

"You did it on purpose." Fang Zihao glared at him fiercely. This was comfort, but it was clearly revenge.

Han Shaoping narrowed his eyes and replied coldly: "On purpose? Cousin, you can't say that. From childhood to adulthood, you were the only one who bullied me, deliberately cut my new clothes to shreds, and knocked over the rice I was eating. ."

Feng Xiaoliu, who was bumped and stumbled, finally got up and said with his spare strength, "You can't bully our young master!"

"Pa!" A loud slap landed on his face, and Feng Xiaoliu fell weakly to the ground again.

Touching his swollen face, Fang Zihao glared at Han Shaolin angrily and walked out.

Han Shaoping hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Cousin, where are you going? Your aunt told you to go back today."

Fang Zihao threw off his hand angrily, glared at him angrily, and said, "Leave me alone!"

Thinking of his aunt's explanation to him, Han Shaoping winked at the others, and several people went up to him, held him down, and said, "Young master, I'm offended!" Then they put him in the car. Fang Zihao in the car scolded a few words and could only stare.

The Fang family garden is full of flowers, a fountain stands in the center, and the continuous sound of water is as beautiful as spitting beads and jade. At this moment, Fang Tianming is reading a newspaper in the living room.

Fang Tianming was also taken aback when he saw Han Shaoping escorted his son into the living room.When he learned the reason, he was stunned and furious.Immediately called the housekeeper and locked him in the woodshed.