You Hit the Wrong Person

"Brother, are you placing another bet or not?"

Having watched Zhang Xuezhou turn 10,500 yuan into 63,000 with his own eyes, the middle-aged man wanted nothing more than to smash his head against the betting machine.

The amount Zhang Xuezhou had wagered was nothing much, but the odds on his winning bet had been too high.

At those odds, the middle-aged man felt that if he could win twice-or even just once-his financial troubles would surely be greatly reduced.

Regret tormented him from within.

He looked hopefully at Zhang Xuezhou, only for Zhang Xuezhou to shake his head.

"Why stop after one round?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously. "Your luck's good today. You might hit another grand slam and win every bet!"

"I have high blood pressure. I can't take that kind of excitement!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved a hand.

His excuse left the middle-aged man bitterly disappointed.

"How could you have a minor problem like high blood pressure?"

"It's hereditary!"

"That can be hereditary too?"

"Don't even mention that curse of ten thousand years. Whenever I get worked up, my blood pressure rises, and I might even faint on the spot!"

"That's terrible," the middle-aged man said. "You should go to number 75 on West Huaxi Second Road and buy a vial of Life No. 1. That medicine works wonders on underlying conditions. It cures ordinary ones outright and can suppress more unusual ones for three to five years!"

"Did you buy your levorotatory helicase reagent there too?" Zhang Xuezhou asked with considerable interest.

"Yes, but I can't afford it now. The bet I just lost ate up another part of the money I'd saved for it." The middle-aged man nodded at Zhang Xuezhou, then added eagerly, "If you're not betting, help me take a look and see which one