pertwk Chapter 427 As long as someone throws out money, you have to take it! You have to serve them!
Chapter 427 As long as someone throws out money, you have to take it! You have to serve them!
However, the collapse of everything began with a seemingly ordinary "relaxation".
Not long ago, Lu Bingxian and several wealthy female friends went on vacation to Macau.
Amidst the dazzling lights and intoxicating atmosphere, a friend suggested "a little gambling for fun" to experience the local culture. Lu Bingxian initially approached it with a playful attitude, and losing a small amount was indeed harmless to her.
But the gears of fate often begin with the smallest crack.
This "harmless" experience was like Pandora's box being quietly opened with a crack.
Shortly after returning to China, the 2014 Brazil World Cup began, becoming the first straw that broke the camel's back.
Encouraged by her friends, Lu Bingxian thought it wouldn't hurt to "play the World Cup." At first, she only placed bets of tens or hundreds of dollars, but soon they turned into tens of thousands.
The passion of the World Cup and the thrill of gambling intertwined, and she unknowingly lost hundreds of thousands! Although the amount hurt her, given her family's wealth, she could still bear it if she could stop herself from going too far.
Unfortunately, the concept of "stop-loss" is like a pipe dream for those who are new to gambling.
The seed of her Macau trip had already sprouted, and the World Cup defeat was more like a catalyst. Coupled with her mood being depressed due to trivial matters at that time, Lu Bingxian inexplicably stepped into the threshold of those underground casinos hidden in the shadows of the bustling city, which were even more secretive and dangerous.
This is no longer a place for "enjoying" watching and playing sports. This is a true abyss of desire, the maw of a behemoth that devours reason and wealth.
The spinning roulette wheel, the shaking dice cup, the flying cards... every bet is accompanied by a surge of adrenaline.
If you lose, you want to win back double; if you win, you want to win even more.
"Double up," "All in," "Last round"... these incantatory phrases have locked her firmly in this insane vicious cycle.
Time at the gambling table loses its meaning, bank account numbers shrink rapidly, and reason is completely crushed by greed and wishful thinking.
When she finally awoke from that murky, bloody dream, she was horrified to discover that her savings of many years had vanished!
She even secretly mortgaged the property that held the gifts from her parents and the memories of her early life, keeping it a secret from everyone! Finally, for that laughably slim chance of a "final comeback," she gritted her teeth and used the remaining credit of her former "dance goddess" and "Boss Lu" as collateral to borrow one million from Lin Qingyang...
Then, this last straw was completely swallowed up by the ruthless gambling table.
At this point, Lu Bingxian lost not only money and property, but everything she had built up over half her life: reputation, status, dignity, and... her daughter Wen Qi's bright and promising future.
Falling suddenly from the clouds into the mud, never to recover.
The deafening noise in the casino became the most jarring and desperate pause in the symphony of her life.
......
ironnically.
Lin Qingyang's refusal of her second loan request, in a way, became the only faint "kindness" in her journey into the abyss—at least it prevented the debt snowball from rolling to an even more terrifying number, preventing her from being completely shattered and losing even the last bit of "commodity value".
However, this so-called "goodwill" seems so pale and cruel at this moment.
Lu Bingxian realized in despair that, apart from this beautiful body that she had carefully maintained and was once proud of, she had nothing left.
What noble birth she came from? Her parents were highly respected university professors, and her family was a true scholarly family.
From a young age, she was the apple of her parents' eye, cherished and carefully nurtured, receiving the most orthodox education and artistic training. She was truly a favored daughter of heaven.
Her life was supposed to be that of an elegant, intellectual, and respected artist and educator.
She never dreamed that one day she would stand here and say the words "go sell yourself," falling to such a despicable state!
She couldn't even imagine what it would be like if her elderly parents found out all this... their pride would crumble instantly!
Reality is like a cold noose, tightening ever more.
Suicide? The thought flashed through her mind, but was quickly replaced by a deeper fear—if she were to die, would a wolf like Lin Qingyang let her daughter Wen Qi go? Would he let her poor, self-reliant, and defenseless elderly parents go?
She signed the debt herself; it's in black and white, and there's no way to deny it.
Paying back debts is a matter of course, she believes.
Humiliation, regret, fear... a myriad of emotions gnawed at my heart like a venomous snake.
She could only clench her teeth and forcefully suppress her sobs, letting the scalding tears fall silently, each drop like lava burning her pride and dignity.
In this suffocating atmosphere of grief, a nauseating sound broke the silence.
Sitting diagonally behind Lin Qingyang was a young thug with dyed yellow hair and a sleazy look, who kept scanning Lu Bingxian with lewd eyes.
Seeing her admit to "selling herself," he immediately saw an opportunity. A disgusting fawning smile spread across his face as he rubbed his hands together and stood up: "Hehe, beautiful Lu!"
His voice was greasy: "Since you've already said you're going to 'go into business' to pay off your debts, then I'll give you a opening and show you what's what. I'll also teach you the rules of 'going out into the world,' which are completely different from when you were a respectable woman!"
The explicit and vulgarity in his words drew knowing snickers from the surrounding thugs.
Before he finished speaking, he actually pounced on Lu Bingxian with a lewd look on his face and reached out to hug her!
Normally, he wouldn't dare to show the slightest disrespect to this former "dance goddess" even if he had ten times the courage.
But at this moment, she herself has "commodified" herself.
In the twisted logic of these scoundrels, "selling oneself" is equivalent to having a price tag. Anyone can do it as long as they pay, let alone "doing business for others".
"Ah!" Lu Bingxian screamed like a startled rabbit. Her ingrained upbringing and extreme aversion to physical contact made her scream. Relying on her dancer's agility and instinct, she quickly dodged backward, avoiding those dirty hands!
The thug, having missed his target, wasn't angry. Instead, he shrugged with a grin and said in a disgusting "I'm doing this for your own good" tone, "See! I told you so!"
He spread his hands, facing Lin Qingyang and the others at the card table, as if to prove his point: "This business is very complex! You think saying 'sell' is enough?"
He turned to Lu Bingxian, whose face was deathly pale and who was trembling all over, and looked at her like she was appraising a piece of merchandise: "Beautiful Lu, I, Huang Mao, am considered decent-looking in this line of work, right? You're even avoiding someone like me?"
He scoffed, his words like venomous needles: "What do you expect? When you're out selling yourself, you can't be picky! Old men? Cripples? Blind men? Stinking beggars? As long as someone throws out money, you have to take it! You have to serve them!"