A Smooth Path in Med

When Zhang Fan was about ten years old, his uncle suddenly returned to their hometown. He seemed like a different person and never did any menial or unimportant work again.,“Goodness, this is unexpected! Even the peddler has joined in. Come on everyone, make some room!” As he spoke, seven or eight people quickly made space.,That's how he won two or three hundred yuan for the day. He didn't dare to win more. After all, it was just a small gambling den. If he smashed it and cleaned everyone out, no one would be stupid enough to play with Zhang Fan anymore. Who wants to play if someone is always winning without losing。