"Ten JQKA, do you want it?"

Huang Gan raised the remaining playing cards in his hand with a loud noise, and frightened several people at the card table and said: "There are only two left, so you can go out if you don't want me!"

"You dare to use the dragon as a trap? No one will treat you! Three 2s!"

Shen Fang was sitting on Huang Gan's house. When he saw that no one was around, he raised his hand and took three 2's to crush him.

"Do you want it? I don't believe you have two kings in your hands."

"Come on! Come on! Let me see what you do -!"

Huang Gan only had two cards left in his hand, so naturally he couldn't withstand Shen Fang's three cards of 2.

But the loser does not lose the battle. You can play mahjong in a gentle manner while chatting and playing cards, but you can't play poker.

When playing poker, you must play out!

Use that energy, make that sound, and use that momentum.

Even if you only have two Fart 3s in your hand, you still have to look like two Kings.

After all, Mahjong is not as fast as the game of poker, so Huang Qian and Shen Fang make it interesting to play like this.

After lunch, the side room became lively.

It’s been a long time since we got together. It’s the end of the month and everyone has free time, so today we let go and had a good time.

Huang Qian and Shen Fang naturally knew each other. Hu Ke was from the Northeast, but he had been working in Beijing for more than two years.

Ren Xiaoyu is Li Xuewu's brother-in-law, and Xiang Yunian and Ren Xiaoyu are acquaintances.

Both Wang Xiaoqin and Wang Zheng are the management of the club, so they get along with everyone very casually.

The gay men drank a little more or less, but the gay men did not get drunk at noon. They talked and laughed during the dinner and just relaxed.

Huang Gan was the one who started playing cards. He didn't have such a chance to form a game on weekdays. Coupled with the restrictions of the nature of his work, he rarely went crazy like this.

The table in the club restaurant is the Eight Immortals table, which is suitable for playing mahjong, but not suitable for several people playing poker.

Wang Xiaoqin and Wang Zheng don't play poker, especially today because there are so many gay men who don't want to play poker.

Zhou Xiaobai is just here to accompany him, and he is not qualified to go to the card table.

So I brought Li Xuewu, Huang Gan and the other six to level up.

The wing in the restaurant courtyard also has the Eight Immortals table in the inner room, but the tea table in the outer room is a classic round table, which is suitable for six people to play three-three games.

Huang Qian, Hu Ke and Li Xuewu played against Shen Fang, Ren Xiaoyu and Xiang Yunian.

Huang Qian and Shen Fang are the best at bluffing, Li Xuewu and Hu Ke are eloquent, Ren Xiaoyu has a steady playing style, and Xiang Yunian talks less but is the best at poker.

In fact, starting last year, playing cards was no longer encouraged, and was even classified as my uncle's vulgar entertainment.

In the first half of this year, playing card factories of all sizes across the country stopped printing playing cards, and stationery stores stopped selling playing cards.

The playing card factory uses the machines and materials used to produce playing cards to print cards with quotes on one side and songs on the other.

Of course, if you are willing, you can also save a set. There are also poker logos and traces on the border.

It's just that the batches and materials used are different, so the saved playing cards are not matching at all.

The playing cards that Li Xuewu and the others played were not the ones that are on the market, let alone the ones with quotations, but serious playing cards.

This was a product produced when the First Prison was engaged in paper making and printing. Now the paper factory and printing factory have moved to Chadian, and playing cards and the like are still being produced.

The management committee strictly inspects the supply and marketing system and does not allow the circulation and sale of poker cards, but they cannot control the internal circulation of each unit.

The small factory in Huang Gan's hands belongs to the Legal Department, and it is also a joint venture. It doesn't care about external inspections at all, and it can produce as it should.

Only the supply channel to Dongcheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative was cut off, but other channels were not cut off.

It seems to be a service department like a club, a supply and marketing cooperative for welfare products of the Red Star Factory, a franchise store for special products or negotiated goods, etc.

Even in the supply chain system, as long as someone wants it, he dares to produce it.

Check? How to check? Everyone in Chadian is going crazy!

After Huang Gan moved these small factories that were unwilling to work, he took care of them like treasures.

In this day and age, the supervisory system is very wild. How dare you cut off their financial resources? Isn't that as heartless as killing their parents?

You can promise not to go to bookstores or shopping malls, or even ask a doctor to come to your home for treatment.

But, can you guarantee that you will not go to prison for the rest of your life?

If you really offend these people, or in other words, offend this system, under the high wall, you will be incapable of doing anything good every day, and the whole world will not respond.

Therefore, even if there is a need internally and there is money to be made, Huang Qian dares to do many things that are banned from the outside, or that are not recommended for circulation.

His name is not for nothing, as long as the channel is not dirty, then he will do it!

"Mom - I'm hungry -"

The door of the main room was open. It was very hot at noon, and a young man ran in from the yard.

I was sweating all over, and before I even entered the house, I yelled.

It wasn't until I saw so many people sitting and playing cards in the main room that I realized I was embarrassed.

"Come in, what are you standing at the door looking at!"

Wang Xiaoqin heard her son's cry and saw him standing timidly at the door, so she said hello: "Don't you know how to call someone?"

"I know, Uncle Huang, Uncle Shen."

The half-grown boy was so frightened by his fucking majesty that he greeted the elders he knew in the room one by one.

After calling Aunt Wang, he didn't know what to call the remaining people.

Wang Xiaoqin introduced his son to Uncle Hu, Uncle Ren, and Uncle Li.

When Zhou Xiaobai was finally introduced, she asked her son to call her Aunt Xiaobai.

Zhou Xiaobai responded with a smile, grabbed a large handful of peanuts and melon seeds from the boy's tray and handed them to the boy.

In these days, no woman would despise a child who would feel old if she called her aunt, and there would be no woman who would ask a child to call her sister out of the blue.

Future generations? Not counting future generations, all relationships in future generations will belong to Jianghu chaos.

When Zhou Xiaobai calls Wang Xiaoqin sister, Wang Xiaoqin's son will naturally call him aunt.

"Go on, what are you looking at me for?"

First, he said something about his son, and then introduced to Zhou Xiaobai and other people in the room: "The eldest son of our family must come to join in the fun today."

I didn't see the child during the meal, but I saw Wang Xiaoqin coming to the private room after a delay with the restaurant.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Huang Qian and Shen Fang have long been familiar with this guy. Wang Xiaoqin brought him here and to the station, but Li Xuewu has never seen him.

"Is this big guy over ten years old?"

"My name is Zhang Shuangqing. I am thirteen years old and I am in the first grade of junior high school this year."

The half-grown boy was quite adventurous. When Li Xuewu glanced at him, he didn't hesitate to ask about his age and answered openly.

Without waiting for Li Xuewu to ask any more questions, he took the initiative to explain all the questions he would have been asked when meeting elders in the past.

"Hahaha--!"

This cock-haired look made everyone in the room laugh. He was thirteen years old and in his rebellious phase.

Li Xuewu also grinned, but this smile almost startled Zhang Shuangqing.

He had seen this scarred face before, but he had never introduced it directly.

Although this kid is only thirteen, he has at least two and a half years of experience in the world.

His parents are busy at work and no one is taking care of him, so he is almost turning into a beard.

I only heard that his mother could train and practice shooting at the club, so I followed her there several times like a swindler.

When his mother doesn't come, he can sneak in with his mother's membership.

It's just that there are rules at the shooting training range. The little one can't play without an adult following him.

But there are no restrictions on them in terms of training facilities or movie theaters.

Many children from members’ families come here to play, and they can have a meal in the restaurant at noon. The amount of food eaten is recorded on the parents’ account, and they just wait to settle the accounts together at the end of the month and receive a spanking.

"Mom, count the tickets for me and I'll go get something to eat on the hour."

Zhang Shuangqing approached his mother and begged in a low voice, asking for the club's internal circulation tickets.

"Are you reincarnated as Zhu Bajie?"

Wang Xiaoqin glanced at his son and said, "I made four big steamed buns at noon and now I'm hungry? I've only been tired for a while?"

"Oh - you still don't know about me!"

Zhang Shuangqing's little mouth may have said something. He took his mother's arm and said, "Isn't this the time when a half-grown man can defeat me!"

"Hahaha--!"

The people playing cards were also amused when they heard the children's words.
To be continued...