He had worked as a temp for a week and only earned four yuan and fifty cents, which he lost all in one night!
Gambling ruins lives!
He looked at his hands, wishing he could chop them off with a knife!
Every time he lost, he swore that if he gambled again, he would indeed be a motherless fool.
But as soon as he received his paycheck, he wouldn't even go home; he'd head straight to a nearby casino to play a few rounds.
It wasn't that he never won; he did win sometimes.
The most he ever won was eleven yuan; he flaunted his wealth for two days before losing it all back to the casino, but at least he had won.
This made him even more certain that his losses were just bad luck, and when his luck was good, he could win.
So, each time he got money, he would gamble it away, then regret it, but the next time he had money, he would return.
He cursed himself, the tables, and the casino in turns, eventually calming his anger somewhat.