When my uncle was young, he was a lazybones who didn't do any honest work. One day he would steal chickens from the neighbor, and the next day he would steal dogs from behind the village. He was simply a despised scoundrel.,Room 504 was a gathering place for gamblers. When Zhang Fan knocked on the door, a voice inside shouted at him, "Dealer, you've been slacking off lately. If you don't come soon, I'll starve to death. Hurry up, two packs of braised meat and two eggs.",The past twenty days have been hectic, with days filled with performances to earn tuition fees and evenings spent pondering how to play more discreetly, avoiding detection. He's been working hard both physically and mentally, so it's no wonder he forgot about the job fair.。