Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wang received education in later generations and was actually an atheist like Mason.

Or in other words, in the eyes of Westerners, they are people without faith.

But after going through so many things, he believed in fate. Otherwise, he had no way of explaining why he came here.

He Hong believed this even more. He was surprised and asked, "Brother Zeng, can you also invite the God of Wealth?"

He believed that he inherited his bloodline from his mother, so like many wealthy people in Jiangdao, he believed very much in fate and feng shui.

Even in later generations, many people in the coastal areas still believe in gods. There are various temples and halls there, enshrining various gods.

“I don’t understand!” Zeng Wangcai laughed, “It was my grandma who led me to worship. We spent the whole morning worshipping even Guanyin.”

"Worship Guanyin? I think Guanyin Bodhisattva wouldn't care about this?" He Hong said with a twitching mouth.

Compared with Zeng Wangcai, He Hong is no different from an expert in this regard. She knows more or less when to worship which god, where to worship at home and what to worship, etc.

He Hong couldn't understand why people prayed to Guanyin for wealth.

"My grandmother said that the gods in heaven all know each other, so there's nothing wrong with praying."

"Haha, that makes some sense..."

He Hong sighed in her heart, thinking that Zeng Wangcai was in great danger this time.

But he had no way to help. The gambling god Gao Qiang he brought with him was deemed not to be a substitute, so there was nothing he could do.

After thinking for a while, He Hong unbuttoned his collar and carefully took out a red rope with a black object hanging on the end.

"Brother Zeng, I'll lend this to you!" He Hong said with a pained look on his face. "I was able to return to Jiang Island and turn things around back then, all thanks to the guidance of the master and the help of this god. I've been doing well over the years because of this."

"Ah, this..." Zeng Wangcai's face turned green.

He could see that He Hong truly treated him as her own, so she reluctantly lent him this precious thing.

but......

Zeng Wangcai was thinking, however, that He Hong went back to Jiangdao to develop, that was twenty years ago. After he made his fortune in Jiangdao, he went back with Old Master Huo, that was another story.

This rope is less than 20 years old, but the god hanging below is also more than 20 years old.

Zeng Wangcai is not a germaphobe, but... he really can't accept the treasure that He Hong has worn on her body for more than 20 years.

"No... no thanks!" Zeng Wangcai said with a forced smile, "Thank you, brother. I appreciate your kindness. My grandma has already arranged everything. It would be a shame to invite anyone else."

"That makes sense, that makes sense!" He Hong nodded repeatedly and took the pendant back. "The old lady is an expert. I don't know the rules. I wonder if there is a chance to visit her and ask her for advice."

"..."

You really believe it...

"Tomorrow!" Zeng Wangcai said awkwardly, "Let's start playing early tomorrow morning. Let's talk before we play."

After He Hong arrived at the hotel, she saw the furnishings in the lobby and all the gossip and stuff, and she really felt that her grandmother was an expert.

Zeng Wangcai was not sure what to say, so he just held a meal with Yellen and Mason, and he was considered to be playing the role of a good host.

During the dinner, He Hong refused to talk about Feng Shui or anything like that, which saved Zeng Wangcai a lot of trouble.

However, Zeng Wangcai knew that He Hong didn't say it because she didn't want Yellen and Mason to know about it.

The next morning, before eight o'clock, the whole hotel became bustling.

The game started at nine o'clock. Yellen and Mason had a buffet at the hotel before eight o'clock, and arrived at the lobby on time at half past eight to familiarize themselves with the environment.

At this time, He Hong and other guests, as well as the photographers, were already ready.

In the middle of the hotel lobby, there is an automatic mahjong machine, and the "Mahjong Friends" logo can be clearly seen.

The mahjong machine is surrounded by ropes and Xiaobao and others are on guard to ensure that people are not disturbed when playing mahjong.

At 8:45, Zeng Wangcai and grandma arrived.

"Oh, there are so many people here." Grandma stepped into the hotel and was immediately happy when she saw so many people. "Grandson, you are amazing. You found so many people to watch us play cards. Then grandma will help you win more today."

Grandma never knew the size of the bet, Zeng Wangcai kept it from her. But even if grandma knew it was 20 billion dollars, it would be useless.

She has no idea about this at all.

"Grandma, let me introduce a friend to you!" Zeng Wangcai saw He Hong coming over and introduced, "This is Comrade He Hong, a good friend!"

"Comrade Xiao He..." Grandma patted He Hong's hand affectionately.

When He Hong heard this name, he stood up straight. Only people from this place would call him like this.

"Grandma, I envy you for having a great grandson!" He Hong felt that since she and Zeng Wangcai were brothers, they were equals, so she followed suit and called her grandma.

"That is!"

"Grandma, I want to ask you, do you have any idea about the layout of this hall?"

"You mean these gods? Of course there are!"

"..."

Zeng Wangcai covered his face. He Hong, who was in her sixties, and her grandmother, who was in her eighties, were talking about Feng Shui.

However, seeing that his grandmother was happy, Zeng Wangcai did not bother to interrupt her. He had not seen his grandmother so happy for a long time, and felt that even if he really lost, it would be worth it.

Eight fifty-five, the final preparation stage.

Zeng Wangcai pulled his grandmother to the mahjong table and found that Yellen and Mason were already sitting face to face.

"Mr. Zeng, you are too slow!" Yellen said with a cigar in her left hand.

"Get up!" Zeng Wangcai patted the mahjong table and said, "You haven't even touched the wind yet, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Feel the wind?"

"Let's talk about it after we get up..."

Nothing can be neglected in the things grandma has told us to do.

Zeng Wangcai pulled the two of them up and pressed the dice button on the mahjong table: "That's it, whoever hits the biggest number wins..."

Grandma looked at the almanac and it says today is auspicious for the east!

"Haha, so that's it!" Yellen understood and played it very casually, resulting in a six and two threes.

Then Zeng Wangcai hit, seven points, just a little bigger than Yellen.

Later Mason hit eleven, a very big score.

If grandma hits the wrong number of points, there will be trouble, because the rule here is that there are two people on each side.

But grandma showed her power and hit twelve.

"Haha..." Grandma laughed and clapped her hands, "Twelve o'clock, I'm the oldest, I sit in the east seat!"

The location is confirmed: Grandma is east, Mason is south, Zeng Wangcai is west, and Yellen is north.

Yellen and Mason were also very satisfied with this seating arrangement. They had discussed before that they needed to be especially wary of Zeng Wangcai, so they wanted Mason, who had a higher level, to sit above Zeng Wangcai.

This is the current situation.

"Let's get started!" Zeng Wangcai said as he lay on the card table. "Grandma, do you think I need to say it again?"

"No, there's an extra five points to win the game, an extra red center to connect the cards, an extra bomb to add one more point, an extra self-draw to add one more point..."

The rules have changed a bit, and overall it is a lot bigger.

"Okay, let's start the fight and see who among us is the God of Gamblers' Wangye Island God..."