C4 Black cattle

Chapter IV "Black Bull"

Driving slower than usual, Liu thought: Why do you like to play mahjong? It takes time and loses money... Although he thought this way, the taxi still headed in the direction of the mahjong hall.

After setting up his car in the backyard, he walked into the mahjong hall with an uneasy gait.

Three tables had already been opened on the first floor, and this was the place for the old ladies. Liu Dawn looked around and saw that each of them was moving their bodies and slowly touching their cards, slowly playing their cards. They had the tempo of a snail, and when the bald one met the balding one, no one should laugh at their young master Mao.

Whoever wanted to change their impetuous behavior would get better after playing with these old ladies for a few days.

Normally, when Liu Dawn passed by the first floor, he would view their cards as a scenery. In his hand, he held a useless trump card. If you want to touch it, I will pinch you to death. He wasn't in the mood now, so he took a quick look around and strolled down the curving staircase to the main room on the second floor.

The people upstairs also opened up three pots, and the boss and two others were watching the fight from the side.

The dark faced man was playing cards when he saw Liu Dawn coming over. He smiled mysteriously and shouted with a bright voice, "Master Ming, you have arrived!" Then he lowered his voice slightly, pretending to be concerned and asked, "Last night … "It's been hard on you."

"When are you not tired? You can't make money without a sports car, how can you? "A full bowl full of them, and a thick gold chain that's tens of thousands of yuan swinging around his neck. Just shake it, shake it wide." Liu Dawn retorted.

"F * ck him, how hard is the sports car?" "Heh heh heh heh, it must be hard on you right?" The dark face made a few insinuations.

People laughed.

Actually, some people came to the mahjong hall to play cards, but they also had another meaning. They wanted to find a place in this kind of atmosphere to enjoy themselves. Some divorced singles, especially those who were taciturn.

Liu Dawn knew that the black face was thinking the wrong way and felt that it wasn't very meaningful, so he changed the subject, "Just now when we came over, we saw that recruitment building being destroyed, what happened? It's only been built a few days ago! "

The black-faced man grumbled as he played cards, "I heard it's a illegal building. With a kacha sound, he fell down just like that. Everyone who saw him would feel their heartache. "They're just saying that it's a illegal building now. What have they been doing for so long?"

"Thieves on the street, stealing fucking tens or hundreds of dollars, getting caught and beaten up, and having to go to jail. That building, it's worth twenty million, and it's gone just like that? "Sin!" Zhao Da Mao said as he waved up with his left hand.

"Hurry up and pick up the cards, eat the oil of the ditch, control the heart of the South Sea, and even point in the direction." The dark face urged Zhao Da Mao. Sometimes, Zhao's hand speed was slower.

"With this building blown up, who knows how many more officials have managed to survive? F * ck it!" Zhao Da Mao scolded.

"Sigh, let's play cards. Don't care about what we shouldn't care about." Seeing that they were just talking, Boss He advised gently.

"I am afraid I will have to pay less. "Heh heh." The dark face glanced at Boss He.

When Liu Dawn saw that the boss was urging him to play cards, he did not say anything. He moved a chair over and sat beside Zhao Da Mao to watch the fight.

Zhao, who was in his 50s, was chubby and a little bald. He was the boss of a printing press. Nowadays, the printing press could not print any more calendars or calendars or other printing materials. Since the small companies with more than twenty people often did not have any customers, he had given some of the employees a leave of absence to come here to play mahjong and have some fun.

Not long after Liu had sat down, Zhao Dafu felt a tug on his beard, sixteen ideas per person.

Zhao kept the poker card in one hand and his other hand in his pants pocket. He cheerfully said to Liu Dawn, "Master Ming, why have you just arrived? Before you come, we can only look at him. Look, it's been three laps, and she's still a virgin. This one, you see. "Haha, the good fortune that Master Ming brought." After saying that, he shook the poker card in his hand and put it into a drawer. His mouth opened as if he was feeling a little regretful, "This is going to be bad, I've finally broken my virginity. It's not easy! Boss — Boss, here, get Master Ming a box of Soft China and put it on my account. " Zhao Da Mao said straightforwardly.

"Brother Mao, how many teeth are there already? Are you still a virgin?" The black-faced man mocked.

Zhao Da Mao laughed, "Why aren't you letting me know? the steward of the city has a wide range of authority. "

After a while, Boss He came over and handed the pack of cigarettes to Liu Dawn.

Liu Dawn said, "Brother Mao, you got lucky. Thank you."

"Hey, no need to thank me. What's a pack of cigarettes?"

Despite the air-conditioning, it was not very cool in the mahjong.

Zhao's left hand was very busy. He played cards and played cards. After a while, he rubbed off a few "black cattle" (dirt) from his body and threw them on the ground. After playing a few cards, he touched the westerly wind and then put the talker on the rack to buckle it down. The east wind was blowing.

When the second round came around, his face turned black and he fired a shot at Zhao Da Mao.

Zhao Dahou lit a cigarette and said, "Thank you." After that, he turned around and said to Liu Dawn, "Master Ming, you said that the day is strange, but luck has come. The city walls can't block it even if they wanted to. It's all thanks to you, old man. "Come, smoke." The left hand offered a cigarette to Master Ming.

The dark face was a little unhappy. "F * ck you, why would you say that? I ordered the cannon, but you thanked Master Ming. "

"This is the good fortune that Master Ming brought. "Sorry, come, you smoke too." He offered Black Face a cigarette.

Liu had lit a cigarette and was silent, not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the two of them.

Zhao Da Mao sat in the third house in a row. This hand was about to reach his mouth again, but after hearing this, his mouth didn't sound too good either. He wasn't short on cards either. Another one had four or six pieces in his hand. He wanted to hide his strength, but he was afraid that he would get five or seven pieces at the same time. When he played the card again, Zhao Big Hairy switched hands. He took his right hand out of his pocket. This right hand was a little damaged. He said that he didn't have enough time to throw it when he was young. At first glance, it might even give him a shock. After playing cards together for so long, his friends were used to his right hand. The right hand trembled as it picked up the cards. It leaned against the rack and shook off the last card in the last pile. It took the chance to look at it.

Seeing this action, the dark faced man smiled and said, "Brother Mao, are you prepared to start bickering?"

Zhao Da Mao was a little embarrassed and smiled, then looked at Liu Dawn, "Ah ha, Master Ming, you think this card can still be played? Everyone knows my every move. "

At this moment, Liu Dawn was thinking about how he would be able to pay the bill after returning home tonight and how he would settle the trouble caused by the beige pants. However, he was pulled back from his thoughts by Brother Mao's question. He could only laugh. "Hmm, dark face? Don't look like a black pagoda with a delicate heart. "

After playing a round of cards, Big Hairy Zhao picked up a round of cards and got six slots. He got eighty thousand gold coins at the end and it was time to listen.

"As expected, he really did it." "Hmph hmph! Pouting your butt, you are the only one who knows what you are spouting out!" The dark face stopped the last few words one by one.

Zhao Da Mao knew that he was in the wrong, so he could not bother about the dark face. He smiled and nodded, then went along with the black face and said, "What the hell are you talking about? The donkey turns his ass. " He didn't care about these things for the sake of Hu Pai.

Liu Dawn looked down and saw that Zhao Dahou was talking about thirty thousand yuan.

Zhao Da Mao looked over and saw that the card was not worth thirty thousand yuan. In order to confuse others, he stuck his head out and pretended to look. Ye Zichen used ten thousand for his dark face, but he didn't know if Ye Zichen had thirty thousand.

The dark face said, "Brother Mao, how many seats are we going to take? It's so hot today and you don't feel tired at all …"

"Ha, not tired. The newspapers said, Seize the opportunity and develop yourself. If you don't mind, you can just play your cards on the back. "

The game of cards was unstoppable. Shun, even if you listen to Kan 50,000 and call 3 below, you might be able to get the last 50,000. Other people listened to the three sixty-nine cakes, though they had a lot to say, and only looked at Hu's share. Either the man was holding three of them, or the man was holding a pair of six, and a few nine were resting in the seventh, while Cam Fifty was the last one. Even if you were furious, screaming to the sky and patting all over the railings upstairs, it would all be in vain.

Zhao Dahou had just played a few cards, and was in the middle of a good fight when he heard Zhang Zian's words again, and he swept away the bad luck in front of him. He had taken off his jacket and was bare-chested, his fat hanging from his body. The left hand kept rubbing at his bare upper body. Some of the dirt on his body had been melted by the hot and humid weather. It was sticky, and many things stuck to his left hand. He raised his hand to take a look. With a flick of his finger, the black cattle were bounced onto the ground. His words were just like the black yak's, but it naturally increased in volume, "This damn weather, the air conditioner is on in the restaurant, and it's still so hot. What about the labourers outside, what about the black people in Africa? You say, the sun is hot every day, people do not get a black face only the sun ball (outside sound) strange? "

The dark faced man did not answer when he saw Zhao Da Mao nagging, but stared at the card in front of him in a daze.

Zhao Da Mao looked at his dark face. Just now, he had accidentally said something about "it is only strange if you don't turn into a dark face." He was afraid that the dark face would be suspicious, so he quickly handed him a cigarette.

The dark faced man had not messed around with his cards for a while. The cards in his hand were 258. They did not match, and he was afraid that if he decided to take advantage of them, he might as well give up on them. He took the cigarette and lit it. He looked at Zhao Dahou and said, "Big bro Mao's got a card up his sleeve, he's in high spirits. Just now, he was dumb, did he not say a word?"

"Hey, black-faced little brother, I heard that you've recently risen to the position of the chief of the demolition office. You're going to demolish houses and tokens?" You, look at this card - the door is not clear, the waist is constant, need to tear down the? "" No, no. No wonder the evictions have a problem with you. "

"That's easy to say, this is playing with money, but it's not like I'm playing with dirt. Besides, there was still a hidden trump. If you light a gun, if you don't take any poker points, then fire one shot. "

"Ping-Pong ball fell into the oil pot, you go. No? "If you don't ask me, I'll touch it myself."

After taking a look around, Zhao Dahu did touch thirty thousand yuan. He shouted happily, "Stick! Scratch! Each of us will get 10 points. "

Hm? Liu Dawn glanced at Zhao Dafu.

Big Hairy Zhao pressed the button and the machine opened its mouth. He quickly pushed the card on the table inside.

Some of the players glanced at Zhao Dahu's cards, but some didn't even look at them as they lowered their heads and opened their drawers to take out their cards.

Liu Dawn sat beside him. He had clearly seen the scene just now. Brother Mao used his right hand, which he rarely used, while his left hand was roaming around his bare upper body. When he touched "30,000", he did not miss the opportunity to shout out a reminder, "Stick!" It's a scam! " Actually, this time when the deal was set, Liu Dawn could only watch helplessly as the 20,000 in his hand suddenly turned into 30,000?

Here came a slow motion playback: Zhao Big Hairy touched the card with his left hand and his right hand coordinated with his right hand. His movements were perfect, agile and quick. He turned on the player and pushed the card. It was done in one go. Prior to this, he had been "electrified" early (which is against the rules, as the jargon calls it, to touch the cards prematurely) before the cards were played. Just now, there was an extraordinary "Black Bull" in his left hand. At this moment, he quickly pressed the word "two". And this "Black Ox" was a strip that Brother Mao had crafted with his left hand, using the filth on his upper body as the raw material: "1". It was neither long nor short, neither thick nor thin, just perfect for use.

Two plus one equals three.

Twenty dollars each, ten points each. In other words, this card, the "Black Ox" on Zhao Dafu's body, was priced at 600 yuan. It was quite expensive.

His actions just now had indeed broadened Liu Dawn's horizons.

These days, Liu thought, the mahjong is full of weird tricks, just like the swindlers on the streets and on the internet. For example, the non-stop distribution, the first to be slaughtered must be family, relatives and friends. This Brother Mao, hmm, I really can't tell. He usually looks like an honest person. At the critical moment, he actually used such a skill, an expert!

As for cheating in the game, even if the bystanders saw through it, they would turn a blind eye to it. They would only think of Little Jiu Jiu as the guy who talked more about "eggplant" (smiling, nice) and "chilli" (speaking less about it) in this world.

Zhao Dahou had just played a few cards, and his dark face was filled with impatience. This time, he looked at the cards and saw that they were left and right, not connected. He cut up the cards and complained, "What are these cards? It's autumn now? "

"Black faced old bro, you play cards! If you don't find any noobs when you go on stage for half an hour, hehe, then — you must be that noob." Right? " Zhao Da Mao reasoned on behalf of the dark face.

The dark-faced man snorted and picked up a card. He looked at it and then said, "Wow!" "This card …"

Zhao Dahou consoled him with a pleasant expression, "Don't be impatient, old man. In the game of cards, anything was possible. He would beat the opponent when it was convenient and he wouldn't say anything when he had the back of his hand. This was the same as promotion in the government. With someone on top, without ability, he could be promoted if he were to continue blabbering. Say, what if the widow goes to bed at night and no one's up there? Hehe, no matter how good you are, you can't do it. Isn't that so? This game of cards, you have to — Hold your breath and play cards in a slow, patient way. There's a pot in the pot. If not, at most it will cost money, and it won't kill you. " He came in with a fluent half-baked remark to clear his dark face.

Listening to Zhao's solemn lecture, the dark face stopped playing cards and laid his chin on the table, pretending to look up. "Hey!" Brother Mao, I can't tell. You old cucumber, painted green and tender? Wow, look at that withered look on your face. Are there any dewdrops on the leaves? "

"Heh heh, heh, I was kind to you and told you, whether you want to listen or not is up to you." Zhao Da Mao laughed, "Anyway, the money is in this old man's pocket."

"Three is missing one" is a common phrase used by mahjong.

Right at that moment, the skinny monkey spirit arrived, gasping for breath.

The dark face didn't want to delay any longer. Seeing the skinny monkey's face covered in sweat, he grinned twice, "There's a hole here, a dried radish came jumping in here."

When the skinny monkey saw the black face and laughed at how thin he was, he turned around and asked, "Brother black face, how many pots have collapsed?"

"My luck is really good. This has disappointed the monkey brother. Look at this …" I didn't let go of your heart. "

"No rush, slowly collapse." The skinny monkey answered.

"Widow's Dream …" The black-faced man said half a sentence, then looked left and right, leaving out the last word.

Liu Dawn, the skinny monkey spirit, and the other two were sitting at the same table.