Before I left, I did two things.

I found the place at home where the household registration book was kept, stole it out, and then went to the county's public security bureau to get my own ID card.

They had always been unwilling to spend money on this before, but now, I had no choice.

On the day I collected the ID card, I did the second thing.

Near a casino, I made an anonymous report call.

Gambling in groups.

My "dad" who is good for nothing but has a particular love for gambling.

Only by giving them a gift could my affairs be overlooked.

The police came quickly and took away everyone gambling and those watching the gambling scene.

It's the New Year; treating your buyer to a meal isn't too much to ask, right?

I returned home before "my mom" got the news, not to comfort her, but...

"What misery! Who the hell would choose this time to crack down on gambling! Old Zhang is locked up, what am I to do..."

I watched contentedly as she wailed in despair, then, as usual, timidly spoke:

"I heard that to get someone out, you need..."

Then, I watched contentedly as she instantly stood up, grabbed my hand, and asked what to do.

A day later, I packed my things and went to "work" to earn the "bail money."

The careless buyer would never know what I took, and even less—

I will never come back.