C12 Director Tian Beat the Skillet

11. Director Tian is beating the skillet with a small saucepan of tea. (TL: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG

The mahjong was in full swing again, around the late 1980s.

With the improvement of people's standard of living, the decorating of the bedroom, the situation of "whoever eats or drinks or spoils whoever" has changed. The players felt that there were at least two advantages to playing cards in the mahjong hall: they could come and go whenever they wanted, and they could leave whenever they wanted, and they didn't need to stick to each other to reduce the occurrence of the "three short and one short" phenomenon. Another one, smoking, drinking, and having people wait on you. Aren't you afraid of smoking and blacking out? One of the new walls was painted on, so the station paid for it …

As a result, interest and platform expenses increased the popularity of the mahjong and financed the expenses of the mahjong.

Zhao Zhangsheng was a technician in the Bureau of Exploration. He was in his forties, was of medium height, and had a rather honest personality. During his free time, he would come to the mahjong hall every few days to play cards and relax.

That afternoon, Zhao Changsheng returned from a business trip to check the time. When he arrived at the office, it was almost time to leave, so he drove directly to the mahjong. There were four 'big pots' in the restaurant. They were steaming hot, so for the time being, he didn't have a chance to steam them. He just sat to the side and waited.

Boss He had wanted to ask Zhao Changsheng why he gave him the name "Distilled Ice Cake" in the WeChat group long ago, but there was no opportunity to do the chores in the morning or to do the chores in the afternoon. Seeing Zhao Changsheng sitting there leisurely, he came over and asked, "I haven't seen you for a few days, where have you been for a business trip?"

"Guangdong. "The weather in Guangdong, we Northerners really can't take it anymore, it's like a steamer."

"Hey, let me ask you, what's with your ice cream?"

Zhao Changsheng smiled, then looked around, seeing that everyone was focused on playing cards, he lowered his voice and said, "When you were young, about six or seven years old. There was a bicyclist in the county who came to our small village to sell ice popsicles. I bought one for two cents. When I ran home, my grandmother was alone. Seeing that I was about to eat it with an ice cream stick, I must have been afraid that I would cough, so I insisted on distilling the ice cream in the pan. I said, Popsicle is eat cold, but can not change grandmother, distillate for a while, open the pot, the Popsicle is gone. "

"Hahaha." Boss He laughed, "It's fine, I did something bad out of goodwill."

"Yes. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't blame his grandmother. Back then, she was poor, and ice popsicles were rarely seen. Although the ice popsicle has been melted, my grandmother's love has always remained in my heart. "

The owner nodded. "Is your grandmother still alive?"

"A few years ago."

Boss He smiled, "Oh, then let's do it like this. Sit down and wait a little while longer. " She stopped again as she turned around. "Well, I'll have to trouble you to think about something else. When you're free these days, consider it for me. You're a cultured person, so why don't you give me a rule similar to 'Eight Honors and Eight Shames'? Let's stick it on the wall and regulate the way our friends play cards." After saying that, she lowered her voice and said, "Look, it's not proper for some of our friends to play cards right now. We can't just keep talking like this and see if it hurts our relationship." You let us think about it. "I've been resting in the FDA office for a few years, and I'm having a hard time with my mind right now. I'll have to trouble you with that."

"Alright." Zhao Zhangsheng readily agreed to the boss' request.

Around 5 PM in the afternoon, Deputy Director Tian Ping arrived at the mahjong hall with his hands behind his back.

Seeing him arrive, Boss He quickly walked up to him and enthusiastically said: "Ah! Director Tian, what are you doing here? I don't want you to come and relax. "

Tian Ping said, "Oh, boss, how can I be as free as you? These days, being the boss is the best. You don't have to care about how others act, and do whatever you want to do. "

Boss He smiled, "Where? "It's good that you can see me here, but everyone can see you there. The Bureau of Lands is not as good as it was before — — Director Tian, sit first, I'll make you some tea, Tie Guanyin, right?"

Tian Ping nodded and thought, "That's true. Previously, when he went out on a bicycle to collect fees, he would be rolled his eyes everywhere, begging his grandfather to tell his grandma. Back then, the Bureau of Lands was just like a beggar." Nowadays, times have changed … As he thought of this, he felt a bit light-headed. Then, he floated to a spot and sat down, watching the battle by the small pot of 50 yuan and 100 yuan.

After a while, Black Face ran down the stairs to the bathroom to relieve himself. When he saw that Director Tian was sitting at the side of the small pot, he hurried over to greet him: "Aiya, Director Tian, hello. Why sit here and play up there? " As he said this, his legs and joints felt as if they had been fitted with springs, and his body began to stagger and stagger.

"Hehe, let's have a small pot and relax."

"Oh. Field Chief, I remember now. That night … Hehe, after so much commotion, it turns out to be Chief Tian's little brother. Look at this, hehe, we only got him to pay a little bit of money to fill in the paint on the roofs of those cars, we're all familiar with this matter, that's all. " The dark-faced man smiled respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Tian Ping stood up and shook his black face. "I heard about it." Thank you for your care. "

"Hey, Commander Tian, there's no need for that. It's only right. We won't even be able to see each other …"

"Director Tian, please have some tea — —" Boss He put the teacup on the small table beside Li Tian Ping, turned around and left after seeing him chatting with the dark-faced man.

"Black face, how's your luck recently?"

"A good part, just a little bit more. Losing or winning is just like that. Sit down, Field. I have to... Hurry up... I can't take it anymore. " After the dark faced man finished speaking, he hurriedly ran in the direction of the washroom.

Seeing that his bladder was about to burst, Tian Ping smiled and thought to himself that these 136 cards were like 136 ghosts floating around the mahjong, causing people to be completely mesmerized.

With 136 cards, each player can combine them into a different card game. Also, according to the changing circumstances of the card game, they have to make a decision at any time. Only by observing the game closely will they be able to avoid putting themselves in a passive position. Although Little Hu's income was small, it could still kill other people's Big Hu in its cradle. However, a few Little Hu's income could not be compared to the harvest of a dragon — — harvesting money at the same time as also gaining an accelerated heartbeat. All of this could only be a subjective wish. One would also have to be restricted by the objective reality. It could be said that one's plans were in the hands of others, and everything was in the hands of the heavens.

The thought of success in the sky made him uneasy. Previously, the Director of the Land Bureau of Yuan Shan County was invited by the Commission for Discipline Inspection. As for the condition of this person after he entered, it was still unknown. Thinking of this, his heart was in turmoil. He subconsciously waved his hand and told himself not to think anymore.

"Director Tian, look at the cards —" A sweet voice rang.

This was a sound Tian Ping longed for day and night. Accompanying this heart-piercing sound, Zhou Fangfang came to his side. He quickly stood up and saw that Zhou Fangfang was wearing a pink dress today, which made her face look even more enchanting. His gaze went from top to bottom, filtering through the idol in his heart. He let his eyes eat their fill, and then signaled with his eyes, indicating that he should go outside.

As the two of them walked out of the door, Tian Ping was a little puzzled. He asked quietly, "Hey, why did you return Boss Zheng's present to you? Isn't this a little inappropriate?"

"Director Tian, I don't think there's any reason for us to take so much money from him for no reason at all."

"Hey — look at you, didn't I make it clear on the phone? Make me lose a lot of face. "

"Director Tian, I think it's better to return the money. If you took someone's money for nothing, you won't feel at ease."

"What is there to be worried about? Even if you don't want it, I think you should just say hello and discuss it. "

Zhou Fangfang smiled, "I'm sorry, Director Tian. You play first, I still have something to do. "

When he returned to the mahjong hall, Tian Ping saw an old lady who stood up to leave.

The old lady told him to take over: "Chief, I win a bit, you play." After saying this, the old lady hurriedly left with a girl.

He nodded and sat down.

An old man grumbled, "This old hag normally sees her grandson's death, but now she doesn't take it seriously. How weird."

It turned out that the grandchild of the old lady was playing on the small shed in the courtyard. As the stone and cotton tiles were broken, the grandchild fell from a height of nearly two meters. Someone came to tell her about it. She stood up and asked her grandson how he was. The man said the child was crying on the ground. She gave an "oh" and sat back in her chair, hesitating, reluctant to go.

An old woman advised, "Quickly go and have a look at the child. When is this mahjong not allowed to play?"

She hesitated, poking at the cards in her hands, and when she saw that several of them were looking at her, she reluctantly handed them over to Tian Ping.

The grumbling old man said to Tian Ping, "Bureau Chief, sometimes you just come over to fight with us seventy or eighty people. Why don't you go up and play with those youngsters?" As he spoke, he tilted his chin towards the second floor.

"Great sir, we can't compare to them. The people who were upstairs were all Big Boss and Little Boss, so they had a lot of money. As for me, my son is still studying at the university. After graduation, he has to find a job and get married. Now I have to save some money to buy a house for my son. "

"Oh, the son's good father. You're real. "Right now, there's really not much left." The old man sighed.

Tian Ping looked at the old man. Seeing that the old man's hair was sparse and his eyebrows were white, but his complexion was rosy and his vitality was good, he asked, "Gramps, how old are you this year?"

"82."

"Ah!" Your health is amazing, truly enviable. "

"Ha ha-ha ha, what's there to be envious about? Eat well, drink well, play well, but be moderate, and one more thing, clear heart and little desire. In this lifetime, one cannot be too greedy. One cannot be greedy for money, or for sex, or for money.

"This is your experience in maintaining your life?" Tian Ping asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded, "Let's just talk about playing cards. There are still some benefits to it. First, we can increase our relationship. Second, you have to consider which cards to leave to play while you play. This reduces the incidence of Alzheimer's disease. Third, to be able to move his muscles, play cards, and even reach out with his hands, this was similar to playing tai chi. His hands moved with his body, following his heart, using his brain and hands, strengthening the coordination of his brain, promoting his brain development, delaying aging, and preventing Alzheimer's disease. However, he could not overdo it. After all, eight laps was enough, but in order to be satisfied, he had to do 16 laps or stay up all night. This was no longer an entertainment. Hehe, this is the situation. On one hand, mahjong is indeed a tool for entertainment, intelligence, and communication. On the other hand, indulging oneself in this way will also wear down one's will. "Another one …" He took a sip of water from his teacup and said, "These days, you make a lot of money. People say you're greedy. You are warm to people and say that you have other plans; you are cold to people. There were many different kinds of opinions, leaving one at a loss on what to do. As long as you don't think that you're hurting others and that you have a conscience, do what you like and don't pay too much attention to what people say. "

While playing cards, this benevolent old man described the advantages and disadvantages of playing cards. His speech and demeanor carried a kind of immortal demeanor, which caused Tian Ping to be filled with admiration.

"Gramps, what did you do before?" Tian Ping asked.

"Teaching."

"Oh." Tian Ping nodded.

However, the old man's excessive "speed" made Tian Ping realize that although he was more accurate in his playing skills and had a general control of eight laps, he had already gone too far in some areas. As a result, he had become like a duck on a stove, not only in terms of skin, but also in his heart. Luckily, his younger brother died in the hands of these card players the night before yesterday and even drank some cat piss, so he didn't say anything. If he were to fall at the hands of someone who had a mind of his own, wouldn't that mean that he would be in a terrible situation? Don't think about it, don't think about it. In the past few days, he had been unable to control his own thoughts. Threads and wisps of his thoughts had almost tightly wrapped around his heart, almost to the point of suffocating him.

He was troubled in his heart, so he naturally wasn't focused. When he was playing cards, Tian Ping gave the two old men a shot at each of their weapons, giving them a dozen or so points which used up almost all of the spoils of war left behind by the old lady. To be honest, even if the little pot collapsed, he didn't have much money, but he still felt a bit unhappy about losing. Actually, even though he was a deputy director, playing cards with his colleagues in the unit was a waste.

The Bureau of Lands was a good unit in the city. They were rich and received good benefits, so many people came to ask for help. The staff members were all city officials, the boss's children and relatives, and they were all very reputable. At first, these people fought to get close to Tian, trying to pull him up to play cards. Over the course of half a year, people had avoided him like a plague god. Because he had a problem – he loved to drink – he won the fashion money and lost it on the pretext that he didn't have any money with him. Sometimes, when his hands itch to play cards, the members of the unit simply called him "bright first." It was often then that he would slowly, with his hands out of his jacket pockets, reveal a corner of two or three hundred dollars in bills, and people would play cards with him.

No matter what, it was very embarrassing for a player to be reduced to such a state, and this kind of result was exactly what he was hoping for. He wanted to give everyone the impression that he was stingy and stingy. He explained that the family was short of money and had to buy a house for their son so that he could get married in the future. His friends praised him for his family, and his family, and behind his back, they said, "Fuck, who are you putting on an act for?"

In recent years, the rapid development of urbanization, the sudden emergence of real estate agents, every inch of land on the outskirts of the city, the people of the department of land who eat and drink hot food and drink hot water naturally become as high risk groups as the departments of public security, finance, transportation, taxation and so on. In response, Tian Ping's mind was completely clear. He made himself a rule that when he played mahjong, he must not play big pot. On Sundays, he even went out on a broken bicycle that didn't ring except for the bell. He sang the role of the monk. His wife had advised him not to buy a car as an alternative to the city, so as not to affect the appearance of the city.

At this moment, an old man in his sixties, with shabby clothes, came into the mahjong hall. The old man walked with a limp, a Erhu in his hand, an artist from the martial arts world. As soon as the old man entered the room, without even greeting anyone, he put the Erhu Zither Box on his stomach and started singing on his own.

You eat meat, I smell it

Saliva dripped on my clothes

You drive a BMW and I walk

Dusty my face full of dust

You're wearing mink. My face is black and blue

It was so cold that I snot-nosed and cracked my nose

You turn on the air conditioner, I'm sweating

It's too hot for me to avoid the sun

"Ah, ah ~ ~ ~"

You're so rich, I'm so poor...

Some of them stopped what they were doing and turned around to listen to the old handicapped artist's singing.

After he finished singing, the old man took out a bamboo board from his rag bag and carried Erhu on his shoulder. He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and came up with a short story:

The mahjong hall was bustling with noise and excitement …

Men and women stirring

Seated at the table on the Great Wall

Change the bill

Let me catch you in the act of crushing you to death

Take a shot at the eye and the eyebrow!

Some people love to be prematurely electrified

Let's take a chance and get the hell out of here

"..."

"Why are you making such a ruckus? "Go, go!" At this moment, Senior Servant Rong came out of the kitchen with an aggressive expression. She stared at the old artiste with her hands in front of her, like a chicken that was being chased.

The old man ignored him and continued to play with the bamboo board.

East, South, West, and North White

A hundred thousand pieces of bread with strips!

made up a kaleidoscope

'How strange! '

"..."

"Boss, boss!" Seeing that the old man didn't leave, Senior Servant Rong frowned and made fun of him. The wrinkles on her face seemed to have crawled up a lot. She shouted, hoping that Boss He would come over and help her kick the old man out.

Boss He just happened to have something to do and went out.

At this moment, Tian Ping stood up and waved his hand at the flustered and exasperated Senior Servant Rong. He calmly said, "I'll do it. I'll do it." As he spoke, he walked over to the old man who was standing in the doorway.

The old man felt a little apprehensive as he watched this middle-aged man walk towards him.

Tian Ping walked over and raised his hand …

The old man took a step back and looked at him with fear in his eyes.

Tian Ping didn't put his hand on the old man's face. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket.

The old man was surprised and delighted. He handed over a colorful bill in front of him. At the same time, there was a sentence that was as warm as spring: "Bro, take this 50 yuan and sing somewhere else."

At this moment, the old man wanted to cry but had no tears. He did not have the time to place the bamboo board back down and wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

Tian Ping hastily supported the old man with his hands as he emotionally said, "Hey, hey, old brother, you don't dare to do this."

The old man murmured, "Good people, good people!" Then he turned and walked away.

The old man and the old lady on the first floor and the young people on the second floor all looked at Tian Ping with admiration.

"Chief, this —" He held up his thumb in the air.

"As for the director, we didn't even need two strikes to deal with him. "Tsk tsk."

This scene happened to be witnessed by Zhou Fang, who just happened to be standing outside the door.

Just now, when Boss He picked up his phone and listened to a few sentences, he felt something was wrong. She couldn't speak loudly in front of so many people in the mahjong club, she could only say, "Wait till I'm out." "Let's quickly leave the mahjong hall and rush to a quiet corner of the backyard." New citizen, what do you think? "

His son, Wei Xinmin was thousands of miles away. Although the sound emitted from his phone wasn't loud, it was as if a hammer was pounding on Boss He's eardrums. "Mom, you've stirred up trouble. Oh my god, I... I'll tell you the truth now, I lost a lot this time. I just got back from Macau, but I'm afraid to go home. I want to go back, and the creditors will tear me apart. Mom, I have to go out and hide. "Mom!"

At this moment, Boss He's forehead was covered by a layer of cold sweat. His phone was trembling; he didn't want his hand to be held firmly. She tried her best not to turn into a yellowed leaf, swept away by the sudden autumn wind. She told her son, who was on the verge of breaking down, to stay calm. Losing so much? Hey, didn't you say you were in Jilin on a business trip? Why did you come to Macau? So much money... Loan? Lending money to friends? If you run away, what do you think will happen to the child in the future? What do I do with my wife? What about your honest father? "

The phone was silent.

The quiet corner of the backyard became even more silent. The only thing he could hear was that his heart beat faster and louder on the upper left side of his chest than usual.

"Mom!"

A drawl, like a heartbreaking farewell, like the wail of a solitary goose in a cold wind.

At this moment, a voice came out of the phone, "Mom, I don't care anymore! "Take care." With that, he hung up.

Boss He pressed the buttons again several times. The answers were all in the familiar, sweet Mandarin. However, it was only a medium female voice. "The phone you dialed can't be answered for the time being."

Boss He trembled all over.

She sighed deeply, as if to expel all the heat of the summer, to make room for the breath of early autumn. She looked at her cell phone and then at her surroundings. There were a few neighbors chatting in the twilight courtyard. They were carrying steamed buns or cakes as they leisurely walked home, so they didn't pay any attention to her.

She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and returned to the mahjong as if nothing had happened. She thought: At this point, I can only rely on this mahjong to think of a way, on the mahjong to rely on the mahjong friends to support. She said to the head chef who was cooking soup and distilled steamed bread in the kitchen, "Hey, tonight, cook two more dishes. Later, I'll go to the pancake stall and buy some pancakes for everyone to eat."

When the head chef heard this, he was a little puzzled. He thought to himself, "What's wrong with the boss today?" But he didn't ask and just nodded.

When dinner was served that evening, the players sat at the table and ate. Everyone ate at the table, and even though the dinner was very sumptuous tonight, it did not dispel their interest in talking cards.

"That card, I should have played ten thousand cards first, but I didn't."

"Ah!" I should have played the cards, but I played ten thousand, but when the cards started, they came in ten thousand, and I didn't give them a card. "This card, if you want to go against someone, you can't play."

"Master Ming, if you can't find seven people to deal with, then you're just a rotten bastard (Little Hu). Sigh, where is the chance for Bao-ge to take advantage of me?"

Liu Dawn held his head low as he ate, not saying a word. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself.

Just now, he heard seven pairs of eyes. He held a card to his forehead and stared at it in the pan.

Zhou Fangfang's card was a dragon on a piece of paper. She was missing two cards, so she didn't want a biscuit. As long as it was a biscuit card, she would play.

After pressing the button for a while, Liu Dawn lit up the cigarette and then took the sign off his forehead and pressed it down.

It was Zhou Fangfang's turn to play cards. She picked up another biscuit, another biscuit. Just as he was about to fight, he accidentally looked at Mingge's forehead. There was a round pattern on his forehead. Hey, I don't dare to give you seven pairs of cake. If he were to light a cannon, it would be equivalent to destroying his own dragon. She held the card in her hand and didn't dare to play. She picked up the card and started to play.

At the mahjong hall, the woman was called Brother Liu Dawn Ming, and the man called him Master Ming. He also had a nickname: Liu Qi Pair. It's just that people don't call out much.

Bao-ge touched the dragon.

Liu Dawn asked, "Fang Fang, let me see what kind of card you have in your hand."

Zhou Fang Fang Fang took it out and lit it up.

"Aiya!" You dare to hit whatever kind of cake it is, why don't you hit a cake? "

Zhou Fang Fang smiled, "What's that imprint on your forehead?"

The dark face took a look and noticed. "Who dares to fight in the company that Master Ming is in charge of?"

Liu Dawn showed the card in his hand.

People looked at it. A biscuit.

Bao-ge cupped his fists towards Zhou Fangfang, "Thank you Fang Fang, thank you Fang Fang!"

Such "round table" often let the players participate in it. Such a statement often made the players fight for it. Although many discussions had failed to get the real story, the players were still full of joy.

"Hurry up and eat." Senior Servant Rong half-urged, half-grumbled, "Such good food can't stop your mouths."

"Oh, what's going on tonight? More dishes than usual, reward the army, you see this opium fish, how can there be a normal night? Come on, stop talking and eat. " As Zhao Changsheng spoke, his friends realized that there were a few more dishes than usual tonight.

Lee Di Di Di bought two bottles of porcelain wine from a hotel not far away. He skillfully opened the bottle, counted the number of players who could drink a few mouthfuls, turned his head and shouted into the kitchen, "Bring me seven or eight paper cups!" He then said to his playmate, "Having food and wine is equivalent to having an actor and not having an audience. You can't get into the mood."

Because in addition to playing cards, Li Di also likes to buy some lottery tickets to play with.

The skinny monkey laughed and said, "Having food and wine is tantamount to just not winning the lottery and not winning the lottery. It's not fun at all."

The dark faced man glanced at the skinny monkey and said, "Go to the side and ruin the mood." As he said that, he pointed to the entrance of the mahjong hall. "Stand."

Hahaha …

Hehehe …

At this moment, Senior Servant Rong put a pile of disposable paper cups on the table and said, "The boss said that it's almost the fifteenth of the eighth month. He will comfort everyone in advance."

Those who could drink had poured more than half a cup.

"Ai, the boss is not bad. Boss — come over and have a drink. " Zhao Zhangsheng shouted.

"Senior Servant Rong" said, "The boss isn't here. I have some matters to attend to at home."

"Here, give it a try, cheers!" Li Di suggested.

Everyone drank.

Li Di Di wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked Division Chief Tong, "It's been a long time. I haven't seen you play around."

Division Chief Tong worked at the Municipal Supervisory Bureau and didn't come to the mahjong to play cards often. Sometimes, he would secretly come to play after work. Division Chief Tong swallowed a mouthful of rice and quietly said, "I can't compare to you. The last time I came to play, I was almost caught by the disciplinary committee. I ran through the back door. If it wasn't for the help of a shop assistant, it's over. "

That afternoon, several members of the city's disciplinary committee came to the mahjong hall with cameras to see if any of the officials had come here to play mahjong during the office hours.

Division Chief Tong picked up a phone call and, without saying anything, quickly left through the back door.

After the disciplinary committee came in, next to the video, one by one count, screen, asked the card player what profession they were in.

One of them pointed to the chair that Division Chief Tong had been sitting on and asked, "Where are the people here?"

The few of them were dumbfounded, not knowing how to reply.

Boss He, who was standing by the side, calmly said, "I'm over here." That was the only way to make up for the loophole.

Ever since the inspection, Division Chief Tong's soul had almost been scared out of his wits. He would never dare to come here during work time again.

"I heard that your unit had some rumors during this medical examination?"

When Division Chief Tong saw him ask this, he smiled and said, "What kind of scandal? In the previous period, the staff of our bureau had a check-up at the city hospital. Yesterday, the deputy director called the dean to tell him what was going on in your hospital. The medical report said that the position of the fetus was incorrect. A man in a miscarriage? The dean said, Yes? Hehe, forget it, other units have to pay the medical examination fee, and you guys are not going either.

Hahaha … Laughter filled the table.

After laughing, the black face looked around, and said quietly: "It would be better if Chen Cuiping's position was not correct. "A man in an inappropriate fetal position, go ahead."

Niu Niu said, "Sigh — dark face, can you accumulate some morals?"

"At least I won't be able to survive in the mahjong hall. A skinny monkey spirit and an ox cow are going against me." As he spoke, the black-faced man tapped the white porcelain bowl with his chopsticks. The white porcelain bowl emitted a crisp "thump" sound that lingered in the air.