Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

There were four people playing mahjong, and they were divided into open teams, so it was normal to be targeted.

Zeng Wangcai’s superior was Mason and his inferior was Yellen.

The comparison of the two people's levels is that Yellen is slightly inferior, while Mason is stronger, so Yellen is facing the inferior horse in Tian Ji's horse race - Grandma, and Mason is facing the middle horse in Tian Ji's horse race - Zeng Wangcai.

Mason calls himself a superior horse... He is well versed in the culture of his country and knows the story of Tian Ji's horse racing.

"Chicken!" He threw out a card that Zeng Wangcai had played in the previous round. "Mr. Zeng, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Nanfeng!" Zeng Wangcai was playing cards with a sad face, and had no intention of paying attention to Yellen at all.

Damn...this card is simply...amazing.

It's either one, four, seven, or three, six, nine, none of them are related.

And this is still a good hand. When it is bad, it is like Thirteen Yao... But this is not playing Guangdong cards.

Zeng Wangcai looked up at his grandmother and said, "What you did before was useless. Have the gods gone off work?"

"What are you looking at? Play cards properly!" Grandma grabbed the cards and touched them. "Little Chicken, play the ones you don't want. Play according to your own wishes..."

"I won!" Mason, who was in the lead, pushed the cards in front of him and said with a smile, "I won, four of a kind, a red center, two flips out, grandma points to the cannon, one more point."

"Fuck, you can do it!" Zeng Wangcai was a little surprised, "You've won three times in a row. Even though they were all bullshit, you've earned 16 points, which is amazing. You even won Jue Zhang."

"Haha, good luck..." Mason smiled modestly.

He said this, but he didn't really mean it.

Mason and Yellen consider many things when playing cards, but the most important ones are probability and habit.

Take this hand for example. Mason was waiting for a four of a kind when he saw three threes in the pool. It was unlikely that Zeng Wangcai and his team would have three of a kind, and by then the chances of one and four of a kind being played would be greater.

Moreover, one line has already been typed into three chapters, and anyone would think that the four lines should be safe.

The real God of Gamblers Gao Qiang walked around the mahjong table and returned to He Hong.

"What's the situation?" He Hong asked with concern.

"Mr. Zeng's luck is very bad." Gao Qiang said with a stern face, "The old lady's luck is okay, but... the old lady's level seems to be... a little bit off. She doesn't play the cards she should play, and doesn't touch the cards she should touch. Otherwise, Mason would have no chance of winning."

"Ah..." He Hong sighed, "It seems that the level of those two guys is really good."

Given the status of Yellen and Mason, no wealthy person on Jiangdao would fail to give them face.

Therefore, the two of them had played cards privately with the wealthy people in Jiangdao many times before, and the stakes were not small, but this did not include He Hong because He Hong was not in Jiangdao.

Even if He Hong was in Jiangdao, he didn't like to participate in this kind of card game. After all, he was a gambler. He didn't like it if he lost, and it wouldn't be nice if he won.

"My level is a little bit..." Gao Qiang curled his lips and said, "But not much. It's just the level of ordinary people, just a little bit better. In this kind of card game, the most fundamental thing is luck, and the level is not the key."

"That old lady has good luck, why can't she win?" He Hong wondered.

"I don't know either!" Gao Qiang was also puzzled.

In fact, everyone ignored grandma.

Everyone thinks that my grandmother is over 80 years old, an old lady, and she came from the mainland. Playing mahjong is not allowed in the mainland now. How can such an old lady be good at it?

But grandma’s mahjong level is the best among the four of them, even better than Zeng Wangcai who thinks he is a master.

It is not allowed to fight now, but it was not forbidden in the past, right? No one knows the history of my grandmother.

"Oh, I'm getting old and confused. How could I have played fifty thousand? Look..." Grandma threw out a card and immediately regretted it, "I played it wrong. Can I take it back?"

"Take it back?" Yellen was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Grandma, this won't do. It's breaking the rules. In your words, it's called taking root. We can't take it back."

"If you don't want to accept it, then don't. I'll beat you till your teeth are all over the floor..." said grandma unhappily.

But the harsh words grandma said did not come true. After two rounds of cards, grandma had good cards in every hand, either all the cards were of the same suit or all the cards were of the same suit. However, grandma did not win very often, and they were all farce wins.

The result now is that the grandparents and grandchildren lost more than 200 points.

"Haha, Wahaha..." After a hand of cards, Yellen counted the cards in front of him and said, "Mr. Zeng, you don't have many chips on hand, right? According to the situation, we don't need to play eight rounds. Up to now, you have sold me a drone and you still have to pay me back."

"Fuck it..." Zeng Wangcai exploded.

"Don't be anxious, don't get angry!" Grandma said calmly, "My dear grandson, this is only the second round. We have already invited the God of Wealth, and he will bless us."

"God of Wealth? Even Jesus can't save you!" said the atheist Mason disdainfully. "It has nothing to do with anything else. Technology is the foundation."

Shit, you guys seem so capable, right?

Zeng Wangcai was really angry. He didn't believe that this matter would end like this. Even if he really lost, it would not be a big deal.

The key point is that the faces of these two foreigners make people uncomfortable.

The mahjong game hasn't ended yet, and after only two rounds of eight, the tail is already up in the sky. Even Jesus can't save him...

"Play cards, play cards, continue!" Grandma pushed the cards into the mahjong machine and started the next round.

But the situation did not improve in the next two rounds. Yellen and Mason took turns winning. After another two rounds, the total points they won reached 500 points.

Grandma and Zeng Wangcai scored only 800 points together.

If the deal ends now, Zeng Wangcai will have to pay Yellen 30 million for selling a drone, plus the 10 billion for the bet. Not counting the 5 billion authorized short positions, Zeng Wangcai will have to pay Yellen and Mason 13 billion, plus 100 drones.

If the deal had gone to this extent, Zeng Wangcai would have definitely become an international laughing stock.

“Hahaha…” Yellen said arrogantly, holding a poker card in his hand, “There are still four rounds to go. We’ll continue after the break.”

"You wait!" Zeng Wangcai sternly said, helped his grandmother off the stage, and sent her to the toilet to rest, drink water, etc.

"Brother, you can't go on like this!" He Hong said worriedly.

"I know it's impossible!" Zeng Wangcai said with a bitter face, "But I don't have any cards in my hand. You saw it when the God of Gamblers was spinning around. I can't do anything."

"I think..." Gao Qiang frowned and said, "The old lady is fishing!"

In the last two laps, Gao Qiang spent most of his time behind his grandmother, watching her play cards.

"What do you mean? What kind of fish are you fishing for?"

"Then we have to ask grandma!" Gao Qiang said with deep eyes, "Grandma's luck is very good, and it's not ordinary luck. Grandma lost because she didn't know how to play. At first I thought it was a problem with grandma's skills, but later I found out that it was not the case... Grandma must have lost on purpose."

"......"

Grandma, we can't play cards worth 20 billion like this...