Beauty President's Medical Martial King

Chapter 733 The Value of Bamboo Boards

I have to say that Yamanakai is a real guy, he doesn't know how to play mahjong at all, what should not be played, what should be played, and what should be played, and in the end, he basically lost every game miserably, Nie Fei looked at it and felt pitiful.

The betting chips of these old men are also very strange, they turned out to be some bamboo chips. Every time Nie Fei threw out a few, these bamboo chips would make a sound of hitting on the table. This sound is still very attractive.

The number of bamboo pieces in Yamanakai's hands is the least. This guy is not only unlucky, but also plays a bad hand. Nie Fei will give this guy a card every time he sees the opportunity, but this guy is really bad. He can't win at all, he is really a very boring guy.

"We haven't found the murderer in this matter. It is obvious that someone has taken over our family in the mountain. Everyone who goes out may be in danger."

Sanjo Yamanaka looked very majestic, his eyes were half closed and his tone was very calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that this old guy was so honest, Nie Fei was a little speechless. Why is this guy really like an old magic stick? Could it be that after staying in the temple for a long time, he would really become like this.

Nie Fei is not an easy guy either. Although Sanjo helped him last time, he still remembers the first time when these elders united to negotiate with him. Recorded in a small book.

He looked at Santiao Santiao with such a calm expression, with a hint of teasing in his expression: "I don't think you are worried at all, Santiao's elder, maybe you have already made sufficient preparations, why don't you tell us about it."

Sanjo Yamanaka was still silently drawing and playing cards there, but the old guy's movements in his hands were slower now, and it seemed that he was thinking.

It didn't take long for Sanjo Yamanaka to speak slowly: "I'm getting older and I don't have much time to go out. They shouldn't come to deal with an old man like me who is idle at home..."

After saying this, Sanjo Yamanaka sighed a bit. This guy looked merciful, and Nie Fei felt a headache when he saw it. What does it mean to be cunning and cunning? This guy is a typical example.

Why don't people keep an eye on you if you don't go out? According to Nie Fei's guess, this old guy has probably already found a bodyguard, or he has already prepared layers of protection, just waiting for the enemy to come and catch them all, or this guy An ambush has already been set up, and if someone dares to come over, he may be caught before he comes in.

Yamanakai looked at Sanjo Yamanaka with a ignorant face. He really admired this old man now. He was obviously afraid of death and dared not go out, but he was able to speak so chicly, which made people feel like a tall man. Kind of the same.

Seeing how enthusiastic the other people were discussing, Heye Yamanaka picked up a card and threw it in the middle of the table. It was obviously a card of [-].

"Hmph, if these guys really dare to come, I will definitely let them know that the Shanzhong family can't be provoked casually."

Following the sound of mahjong falling on the table and this guy's rude voice, of course Yamanakai was more cooperative at this time, this guy suddenly yelled: "It's mushy!"

He Ye in Yamanaka, who just threw out the cards, was a little confused. He didn't expect that a card thrown out casually would be confused by someone, especially the one who won the card was actually a junior like Yamanakai. After so many rounds before, this The guy has never won a hand.

Hearing Yamanakai say "fuzzy", Nie Fei hurriedly looked over, Yamanakai had already pushed down the cards, and then he glanced at all the cards, plus the [-] on the table, this guy is indeed Confused, this time Nie Fei smiled even more happily, and he even took a look at He Ye in the mountains, this guy is sitting there now and his beard is about to blow out.

"Hey, I finally won!" Yamanakai was a little excited. He almost jumped up and cheered. After playing cards for so long, he finally saw his money back.

Obviously Yamanaka He Ye who fired the cannon was very upset, but this old guy was still very face-saving. He looked at Yamanakai, and then threw the bamboo board in front of him, which was considered as his lost bet.

Seeing the bamboo boards thrown in front of him, Yamanakai Sho narrowed his eyes and looked like an old fox. This made Nie Fei a little curious, how did he win a few bamboo boards? The guy was so happy.

Shinnosuke had been watching Nie Fei playing cards from the sidelines. Now that Yamanakai had won a game, a smile appeared on the corner of this guy's mouth, but the smile disappeared quickly.

Yamanakai lowered his head and fumbled in the pocket of his clothes twice, and a mobile phone escaped from it. He quickly pressed the screen on the mobile phone, as if he was tapping something.

After he pressed the last button, Nie Fei's mobile phone vibrated slightly. Obviously, the message he received was from Shinnosuke.

While looking at his cards, he took out the phone from his pocket. He looked down at the information on the phone, and almost stared his eyes out.

It turns out that playing mahjong for these old men is not just as simple as playing mahjong. These old men playing mahjong are actually betting on luck, and it is also a lot of luck.

Otherwise, half of this guy in the mountain is going to scratch his hair in such a hurry. This guy is betting on his income this year. Every bamboo board is a monthly income. Nie Fei looked down at the things in front of him. It seems that there are a few more bamboo boards than when he first took over, that is, the guy in the middle of the mountain has a few months more income for no reason.

Thinking of this, Nie Fei's gaze became very unfriendly. He turned his head and looked at the halfway in the mountain. This guy was sitting next to him with an excited face. Seeing Nie Fei's eyes, this guy smiled stupidly. .

"Old man, should we have a good chat, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to continue playing this game."

After hearing Nie Fei's words, embarrassment flashed across half of Shanzhong's face, as if Nie Fei had punctured something, but this guy is an old fritter, his face is not particularly ugly, but this guy's smile is even more honest.

"Ah, your mahjong is really good. If you can continue to win, what do you think, my [-]?"

Hearing what this old fox said, Nie Fei felt like he was going to hit someone. He won a lot of money through hard work, and this guy only paid [-]% of it.

(End of this chapter)