“All this shit but just that your dream is a gambler?” Mei was stunned. A strong sense of inferiority had punctured her pride. She frowned as deeply as how Sogou and Baidu dug into her mind along with the defi nition of culture and history.
Bing ignored her, continuing with his own pride.
“To tell you the truth, well, I have never told anyone before, but now I’m telling you, I’ve dreamed of being a professional gambler ever since, at the age of six, when I watched a movie called the God of Gamblers. It was popular in the 80’s, my era. In the movie, Chou Yun-fat was the God of Gamblers, who was such a real live fi gure so talented and attached to gambling that he seemed touchable yet untouchable; and Andy Lau, the Dagger, who idolized the God of Gamblers and was avid for not only gambling but passion. It taught me something. Life could be no more than passion. And the fl ame of passion never stops fl ickering in a game. Thus gambling could be life. Life could be gambling. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose. But it does matter if you know who you are.