The village chief had lost himself in a gambling den, and under the watchful eyes of young and beautiful waitresses, the cash on him and the money in his bank account quickly dissipated. The public funds that Liu Mou had worked hard to earn also gradually vanished under the village chief's squandering. The village chief, who had originally only planned to gamble away tens of thousands, forgot his fatigue and hunger during the seven to eight hours he was absorbed in his addiction.
Only when he had gambled away all his chips and didn't have a penny left did he sober up from the big dream. But it was too late because he had already squandered all the public funds of the village.
At that moment, the village chief sat dejectedly on a park bench, the dim streetlights shining on him. He reflected on everything from yesterday to today and realized that his addiction to gambling had clouded his judgment, leading him to such disastrous actions.
