C2 Seventy thousand to the side

Chapter II "Seventy Thousand Yuan"

Halfway through the drive, Zhou Fangfang's phone made a few "ding-dong" sounds. She knew that this was the voice that came from her WeChat. She had a habit of concentrating on driving. She wouldn't check her WeChat or answer her phone. It was now 2: 00 PM, and it was only 20 minutes since he had driven steadily to the Mahjong Palace. The mahjong hall would open at 2: 30 in the afternoon. The boss had never been late in opening it. She pressed the music button on the car, and White Horse City's rock singer, Lee Di, floated out of the speakers with the song "If your hands itch, come to the mahjong [1]".

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Not long after, Zhou Fangfang arrived at the parking lot of the mahjong hall. After parking the car, she took out her phone to see what was on it. On WeChat, there were three bright red roses, sent by "Black Coarse", her new friend on WeChat. Looking at the three words "black and coarse", she was a little puzzled. Boss Zheng was gentle and refined, why did he have an internet name like "black and coarse"? Twisting, eh? There was actually fifteen thousand yuan in the Alipay account. She was stunned for a moment, surprised by the sudden entrance into the account. Sitting in the car, he dialed Tian Ping's cell phone and asked what was going on.

After the call connected, Tian Ping happily exchanged a few words of greetings. When he heard the question about money, he was a little unconcerned, "Hey, hey, Fang Fang, look at you. Boss Zheng already said at the dinner table that he would give you three roses, but this, it's nothing. What … Do you think that he, a big boss, can be like us? Do you think he can really send you three roses on WeChat with a light tap of his lips? Hmph, he still hasn't taken a piss! Three roses, five thousand apiece. Hehe, to me, it's not a small amount, but to others, it's just a table of money. Boss Zheng, you said that those coal mines he opened... Well, let's put it this way: the coal mines, the coal conveyors, can be hauled up one or more buildings a day from the pits. How much do you think a building is selling for now? Their money is so good. Besides, I did a few things for the dog in the previous paragraph and saved five or six million. Do you think he'll be all right just because he asked us out at noon at that crappy restaurant? Fifteen thousand yuan was just a small matter. Just relax and take it, the pocket money for mahjong... "Oh, okay, that's it. There's still something I need to do. I'll have a meeting later." Before Zhou Fangfang could say anything else, Tian Ping had already hung up.

Zhou Fang Fang heard the call hang up. Although Tian Ping said it so lightly, she still felt that it wasn't that simple. It's your business if you help others. I take their "roses" for no reason, so it doesn't make sense.

Zhou Fangfang was a flower of the Mahjong Mansion. Boss He was clear in his heart: What's the point of running a mahjong now? Firstly, it was related in all aspects, and secondly, it was connected to all the neighbors. There were more than ten mahjong shops on Golden Silver Street. Which boss didn't want to take care of their mahjong houses? Which one of them didn't want their wealth to roll up? However, things often didn't go according to one's wishes. There were some mahjong that didn't have many people playing cards or playing cards, and there were also many people. Obviously, they had a lot of money. To the boss, the player was the god of mahjong; to put it mildly, it was the tax source of mahjong. For a gentle and beautiful female card friend like Zhou Fangfang, the men would be happy when they saw her. Regardless of whether they were playing cards or not, they would still want to move closer to her. If he could stabilize Fang Fang, it would be equivalent to stabilizing the hearts of a dozen of his male friends. If there are five or six flowers like this in my mahjong hall, why would I worry about business? Although she didn't say it out loud, every day, she was thinking if she could come earlier.

Besides, the person who runs the mahjong school isn't afraid of you winning once or twice, he's only afraid that you won't come. As long as you come often, everything is fine.

Just as Zhou Fangfang put down the phone, Boss He called, "Beautiful girl, where are you?" "Oh..." Oh, okay, see your car, get you some tea or Longjing?... "Alright."

Hearing this, Zhou Fangfang felt very warm inside. Who else could she let Boss He earn from the mahjong hall? To be honest, there was a mahjong across the street from her house. Several times her boss had invited her to the mahjong to play cards, and she had smiled apologetically and said she was sorry to have to show her face to a friend she had known for so many years. It was indeed convenient to play in the nearby mahjong hall, but she felt it would be better to play cards with her acquaintances. If he was playing with strangers, it would just be playing cards for an entire afternoon. There wouldn't be much fun.

Boss He was in his 50s. He was a middle-aged Xu Niang with short hair cut to the ears. He was experienced and shrewd when it came to handling affairs. She used to work for the Municipal Forestry Bureau, and a few years ago she checked out. Years of office work has trained a set of the ability of a Qingmei, speaking words without leakage. When she saw Zhou Fangfang enter the room, she welcomed her with a smile. Seeing that she was wearing a new dress today, she generously paid for her praise, "Fang Fang, look, this brown color makes you look even whiter. This pink collar makes your neck white and slender. "Haha, it's even more attractive — hurry up, the tea has already been brewed."

"Is that so? "Haha, thank you for your praise, boss."

"What are you thanking me for? "If you want to thank me, I'll have to thank you. Come and cheer me on every day."

The first floor of the mahjong was occupied by the elderly. A small pot worth 100 yuan has now been opened at a table. Most of these old men and women who were cooking came early at noon when they thought of the mahjong hall and lay down on their beds to rest.

Those on crutches bask together with those without teeth, while those on hunchbacks play mahjong together. As for the youngsters, they felt that the old geezers on the first floor were playing cards too slowly. Humph! When these people played cards together, the intensity was indescribable. Even if you are in the limelight, look left and right. If you can't see two of the same cards in the pot, then don't play.

What do you mean 'wait'? This group of old geezers and grandpas played their cards slowly, giving the most authoritative commentary on this matter.

Young people usually can't survive old people, so they can't afford to hide from us. Thus, Wang Ba looked at the green beans, looking at the two of them. A group of old men and women gathered together and leisurely picked up their cards to play. A small pot like this would cost only sixteen yuan each afternoon for four or five tables in the Grand Mai Restaurant. It could also be considered as a way to make money for his boss. Next is 250 yuan, count it as a pot. The main focus was on the big pot, which was the main business of the mahjong hall. The big pot is 2000 yuan a pot, each pot to draw two points, a pot fee of 160 yuan. This was the same as the noodles sold in the small restaurant. It also had different levels, small bowls, medium bowls, and large bowls. The people who were making the big pot were usually the small bosses and people who made the big money in the Hongyun Villa. To them, playing with small pans was pure ticklish and not exciting. If they wanted to play, they could just play big and enjoy themselves.

Originally, most of the mahjong hall was a 50-yuan, 100-yuan pot, the largest is just 250 yuan pot. It's a close bet. Since the opening of the Hongyun villa, the visitors had brought good luck to the mahjong hall, the number of "pots" had increased, the quality of "pots" had improved, and the curtain had been lifted for 500 yuan a pot.

On New Year's Day, the players gather together.

The little boss said, "Happy New Year! How about a 1000 yuan pot of stimulation? "

The rich guy was excited, "Sure! Who is afraid of whom? "

Thus, the 1000-yuan pot came into being. After the New Year, after the fifteenth day of the first month, and after the second day of the second month, they were still in high spirits.

After getting on the boat, everyone knew that they had become thieves, but no one wanted to get off.

Their reasons were clear: "What about it? If we lose the big pot, can the little pot be pulled back? "

He was no different from an official. He could only climb up and not descend. The human nature of greed is the same as the cadre system.

After another year, they rose to 2,000 yuan a pot.

At this time, Zhou Fangfang went up to the second floor and saw Zhao Changsheng and Li Gui Bao sitting at the mahjong table, their heads lowered as they "nibbled on the phone."

The "three short of one" on the playing field has always been a matter for the players to scratch their cheeks in a hurry.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Zhao Changsheng and Li Gui Bao raised their heads almost at the same time. Seeing Zhou Fang Fang coming, both of them grinned.

"Oh my god, saving the scene is like putting out a fire. Plus, the boss is able to open the shop now." Zhao Changsheng turned around and shouted downstairs, "Boss! Come up here!" "Hurry up!"

"Thump thump thump …" Boss He quickly walked upstairs. As soon as he went upstairs, he smiled and said, "What the f * ck? I'm more anxious. "

"You, hehehe, you're in a hurry because you're in a rush because we want to play earlier." Li Gui Bao ridiculed.

Buy cold powder the light is not cool, open mahjong is always afraid of fewer people.

"Yes, yes. "You're right." Boss He was right about a few things in a row. She knew that speaking soft words could not do without a piece of flesh, and she had to go along with the tone of the players to keep them from talking. Or else, he would just be putting up a front. Those meaningless words would just waste more time, causing his popularity to be sapped away. Wasting time was equivalent to collecting less money from the station, while losing popularity meant cutting off one's own path of wealth. She had calculated this account clearly.

The few of them sat in front of the mahjong, throwing the wind and adjusting their positions. Boss He was seated in the east wind, while Zhao Changsheng was seated in the south wind, Li Gui Bao was seated in the west wind and Zhou Fang Bei Feng was seated in the north wind.

After fixing the table, Boss He pressed the button in the middle of the mahjong table. There was a rattle from the round frame of the transparent tempered glass, and the dice bounced about inside. She looked at the few of them and said happily, "Boss, you're in charge. You can win a ingot."

Zhao Changsheng thought about it and said, "Hey, let's go to the south wind and cut him into pieces. We won't mess around."

Li Gui Bao laughed, a little unconvinced. He made a face, "The east wind blows, the battle drums, who's afraid of who sitting at the table?"

Zhou Fang Fang Fang Fang did not say anything, quietly listening to their blabbering.

Zhao Changsheng glanced at Zhou Fangfang and said calmly, "Look at Big Sis Fang. She is a low-key girl, you just know to win with a low head. God horses are just like the clouds, the goal is to win money. " After saying this, he extended his hand into a fist and shook it.

Zhou Fangfang looked up at Zhao Zhangsheng, smiled, and did not say a word.

They had not even played a circle when the dark-faced, skinny monkey and a few other playmates scattered around.

Downstairs, the waitress, Senior Servant Rong, made tea for them in their special cups according to their tastes, and then placed it on the tea table beside the mahjong table. She also served Boss He's table and the dark-faced man's table with a plate of Jubilee fruits. On one table, there was even a box of mid-range cigarettes.

After sitting down, the dark faced man picked up an apple and turned it around in his hand to see if there were any scars on it. Then he glanced at Zhou Fangfang and said to himself, "Hehe, I don't know why, but I didn't come to the mahjong in the afternoon, but I just felt dispirited from head to toe. "F * ck him …" As he said that, he took a bite out of the apple. The black-faced man's real name was Second Hammer Gonggong. He worked for the city governor's squad and had a round, black face. The skinny monkey didn't usually call him by his full name, but rather his face. As time passed, the people in the mahjong hall called out to him in the same manner, so he didn't care too much about it. Previously, the dark-faced man had set up a stall on the street. Since the incident had been blown up, the team found a temporary worker to help him cover the hole. He temporarily didn't have to go to work, so it would be good for him to stay at home and take shelter for a while.

Hearing the black-faced man's words, Boss He felt as if his heart had fallen into a pot of honey. She turned her head and said, "Black face, this is easy to deal with. Come here every afternoon, don't you feel refreshed every day?"

The skinny monkey looked at the black face with a smile, snorted from his nose, and said to Boss He, "Boss, listen to his bullshit. How was he here to play mahjong? Every day, if you don't come and look at Fang Fang, you'll feel so guilty. "

"Hahaha …"

The skinny monkey's words were like a stone thrown into a pond, splashing people's laughter.

His black face did not turn red, but even if it did turn red, it couldn't be seen. At most, it would turn eggplant.

Zhou Fang Fang Fang's face was a little flushed. She turned to the skinny monkey. "Disgusting." Then she raised a hand to her mouth and giggled.

"F * ck!" Your navel is still too much, are you different? " The dark faced man pointed at the skinny monkey and said in an unconvinced tone, "Ball, let's go. We are evenly matched. Don't make fun of each other."

"Hey, boss, look at his dark face. Ah, the civilized place is swearing. Cover him with a piece of toilet paper and get him out of here!"

The shop owner was stunned for a moment. He looked at the skinny monkey with a smile, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Changsheng turned around and took out a piece of toilet paper from the box on the tea table, then handed it to the skinny monkey. "Hey, give it to me."

The dark face looked at Zhao Changsheng and said, "This guy …" He bent down, took off his slippers, and walked over with a smile. "I'll slap you to death. Even if I don't, I'll smoke you to death."

Zhao Zhangsheng hastily stretched out his arms to protect his head, half raising his body as if he was surrendering. "Hei ge, I don't dare, I don't dare."

Only then did the dark face stop and throw the slipper on the ground to put it back on.

Li Gui Bao looked at the black face, "Aiya, the steward of the city is very powerful, he's suffering from an occupational disease."

The skinny monkey waved his hand at Zhao Zhangsheng, "Forget it. If you shove the dog out now, you'll have to wait for someone else."

The black face laughed: "Skinny Monkey Spirit, you are so arrogant, and you still want to pinch me? "Watch me squeeze you out."

The skinny monkey looked at the dark face, pulled up a chair, and sat down. His heart was in turmoil as he talked. "Hehe, I, the black-faced old man, can also twist things around."

"She's Fang Fang …" As the dark faced man spoke, he glanced towards Zhou Fangfang.

"Sigh — Sigh." Boss He turned around and said, "Just bickering, don't mess with Fang Fang."

The black face smiled embarrassedly, "Boss, don't say it. Our black face doesn't do things behind the scenes. We came because we wanted to take a few more glances at Fang Fang and feel good about it. What day, ah, what day didn't I come here to play, the next day … I'm sure I won't come the next day. "Hey, I'm not far from home. I only have a mahjong [1]. My food and drinks are much better than yours."

The skinny monkey climbed up the pole, "Hmm, what the black-faced old man said is not bad. Boss, you have to praise our Fang Fang. Alas — I say old Fangfang — I don't know what virtue I accumulated in my previous life to marry such a beauty. Why didn't we have such luck with women? I finally understand. In this life, I'm just blindly living. Look at those ants by the roadside, they can't even find a bite to eat after searching for so long. Who knows when they might even be stepped on. How pitiful. The ants on the stove, he was not in a hurry, every day round belly. "Tell me, what do you mean by 'how to live' and 'how to live' …" Then he imitated Fan Wei's tone in the skit "Selling a Crutch": "The difference is — why is it so —?"

People were amused by the way the skinny monkey was shaking its head.

"The skinny monkey has improved, I can see the problem now." The dark-faced man tilted his head back in his chair, as if he didn't recognize the skinny monkey spirit. He continued, "Li Jia Village on the outskirts of the city, those 'demolition of the second generation', these few years have come. Do you know what that young man is thinking? " He held up his right index finger. "First, divorce for a wife, demolish the house, and then change it again." He put up his middle finger and said, "Two, you can't let a white horse go when you're gambling. Three, drugs. For some reason, when they were repairing the highway, they heard the news in advance and called their relatives over. They gave them money and planted willow branches in the ground. When repairing the road, he would have to calculate it according to the tree seedlings. Some were even more excited. They would build simple rooms throughout the night in the courtyard. They would be busy as long as the housing area was right in front of them. Now, I'm a bit regretful, a few years ago, why didn't you spend some money to make a Li Jia Village's rural hukou? If there was trouble, it was now. "Sigh, a good cat knows how to play with money."

Zhao Changsheng said, "These people's conscience is in the dog's mouth, taking the opportunity to cheat the country. "I don't know why, but now, those who are hardworking may not necessarily get rich, but those who are bold and reckless get rich quickly instead."

"Who cares so much now?" The skinny monkey man chattered.

At this time, Li Gui Bao interrupted, "Just now, I read an article on my phone. Can you guys guess how much a greedy official in the south caused?"

"How much?"

"3.8 billion. Yes! F * ck you, don't even mention 3.8 billion, I want 500 million, 500 million! " Saying that, he stretched out a hand, spread his fingers, and shook the palm that still seemed to be covered in slag from its wrinkles, "Humph, my grandson just came here to cook. I have to go to Macau to enjoy myself. Also, the young ladies of the casino would wander around the casino every day to get more business. "Haha, that's great!"

"Hey, Bao-ge, don't talk nonsense without feeling embarrassed. Speaking of which, how much did you make a ruckus in the past few years? Unlike us, we wouldn't be able to survive even if we were to starve to death. "Sometimes, it's just drinking some revolutionary wine and playing mahjong. You can live like this day by day." The black-faced man looked at Li Gui Bao and said.

Hearing this, Li Gui Bao was a bit unhappy. He stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and muttered: "This dark face, how can I not mention that pot?"

"Hey, hey, you guys can all play mahjong now. What a waste of time. If you had the time, you would have already finished half the pot already." He saw that people were chatting and spouting nonsense, which made Li Gui Bao somewhat unhappy. If something were to go wrong and he was unhappy, it would delay the playing of cards … Thinking of this, her heart ached.

"Good, good. "Come on, Duren Burg, Duren Burg." Saying that, the dark face called out to the few thin monkey boys, "Quickly sit down and work for them. Look, the boss is chattering away. "

Right at that moment, a clamor came from downstairs.

The people on the second floor went to the foot of the stairs and looked down.

A group of old men and women stood before a mahjong table in a circle, busy with something.

Boss He froze for a moment before hurriedly going downstairs.

An old man in his seventies, unconscious, leaned back in his chair. An old lady was pinching the acupoints of the person under the old man's nose with her thumb.

Boss He walked over and leaned over, asking anxiously, "What happened?"

The old lady who pinched the acupuncture point said, "After Old Yan listened and put his head on the rack, he saw his hands shaking and we did not take it seriously. Earlier, he touched a card and seemed to have said seven. Before he could finish, his body … and slipped under the table. "

Hearing this, Boss He was shocked. Old Yan was now hiding on the ground. If something were to happen to him, his son, King Yan, would definitely come knocking on his door to cause trouble. Thinking of this, she did not bother to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She took out her phone from her pocket and walked out the door, calling 120.

During this time, dozens of players from upstairs and downstairs had gathered around, craning their necks to look at the unconscious old man. The old lady continued to massage Old Man Yan's acupoints.

Old Man Yan laid there without making any movements.

"About ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived at lightning speed with a whistle." The wuu la sounds caused a group of pedestrians to gather in front of the mahjong hall to watch the commotion.

Three paramedics hurried into the mahjong with stretchers. One person squatted down and used a stethoscope to listen on Old Man Yan's chest. After listening for a while, he said that the patient had been rescued by the hospital.

A few young men were busy helping the paramedics. They put Old Man Yan in a stretcher and carried him out the door.

Boss He instructed Senior Servant Rong to follow the ambulance to the hospital first.

Senior Servant Rong nodded.

The ambulance roared away.

After the dark face came in from outside, he walked up to the mahjong table and flipped over Old Man Yan's sign. This card has no bar, no cake (tube), no wind, all of it. A good hand!

At this moment, the skinny monkey walked in slowly from outside. He held a card in his hand and muttered to himself, "This old man, people are all lying on stretchers, he's still tightly holding it in his hand."

The dark-faced man stretched out his hand and said, "Let me see."

The skinny monkey handed the card to him and casually said, "Seventy thousand."

"Seventy thousand?" "No wonder!"

Hearing the black face start to panic, those playing cards all gathered around and looked down at their cards. Looking at this beautiful card, everyone's eyes were a little bit straight.

"Good card!" "A hand of cards meets a hand of cards …"

Looking forward to the stars, to the moon, to the next seventy thousand. Perhaps he didn't have enough self-control, but when he arrived at the peak of the dragon's body, panting for breath, he was so excited that he fainted first before he could even sigh about the sight of the small mountains in front of him. It was like the way a lottery winner, with great expectations and a firm conviction, bought a lottery ticket every day and then carefully scraped open the winner's area with a knife and only saw the word "thank you" and this time the tree blossomed and finally got a big prize and was supposed to dance and lose the lottery ticket.

A dragon with two dragons, turning four dragons on its own. This kind of card was extremely rare on the playing field. It was usually crafted meticulously by the master, but before the grand main project could be completed, other people's thatched cottages were already completed and the difference in timing was large. A dragon medallion was something that could only be encountered by chance and not sought after. It was something that could not be forced or given up on when met. If he succeeded, it would be: three years without opening, another three years at the top.

As Old Man Yan made a ruckus, the mahjong hall was in a mess. Some of the friends smoked, some ate fruits, some drank tea, some went to the toilet, some were worried that Old Man Yan would be able to catch his breath in the hospital, and some even sat on the side, calculating how many cards they would give if they were chopped off at the mahjong mahjong mahjong.

Seeing this situation, Boss He hurriedly ordered everyone to get into their positions and continue to play cards. It was free for everyone at the table just now, so he changed to another player. However, there was a dark cloud that covered her heart. She was afraid of being unreasonable, and she was afraid of not caring for her life. Old Yan's son was a famous hoodlum of the Gold Silver Street and White Horse City. He was called "King Yan" by some people. If this Yama came looking for trouble, how would it end?