Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Three: One Million Dollars
"Then let's get started. It's my home court today. I have the nerve to be the banker."
After cutting the mahjong, Han Hong picked up the dice, looked at everyone and started to throw points.
In order to win money, she even lost her face.
There is no way, her hundred-person aid project consumes too much money, burning tens of millions every year, and investing all her wealth in it. She has been doing it for so many years, and this time she really has no money.
Otherwise, we would not invite people who we have only met once or twice and are not familiar with.
Roll the points and get the card from Wang Han.
The war is about to break out, and everyone is nervously looking at the cards of the person in front of them.
"Hongzhong!"
Picking up the cards, Han Hong's face lit up with joy. She actually got a red hit in her hand. This was money. If she messed up, it would be six hundred yuan.
"Twenty thousand!"
"Rokujo!"
"bump!"
Zhao Weigang just hit a six, and before Wang Han got the card, Han Hong called for "Peng".
"Looks like you're lucky today, 40,000!" Han Hong rolled up her sleeves and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.
Jiang Xin and Liu Tao, who were sitting behind her, were both happy when they saw the cards. There were already four pairs at the beginning this time, and it seemed they wanted to make seven pairs.
"Sanjo!"
After Zhao Wei picked up the cards, his face darkened and he continued to draw strips.
"Eight items!"
After picking up the cards, Wang Han narrowed his eyes, leaving five tubes and playing eight.
There are three mahjong tiles in total, Tong, Tiao and Wan. Han Hong plays Wan and Zhao Wei plays Tiao, which means they want Tong Wan and Tong Tiao.
If he leaves a note, he has to throw out the barrel. In this one-on-two situation, it is inevitable that there will be a blast. The risk is too great. One game may not cost 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.
Mahjong is not just about luck. Technology, algorithms, and eyesight are also required. Wang Han has been in the mahjong field and knows this well.
In addition to keeping an eye on the cards in your own hand, you must also look at the cards played by others on the table at all times to infer what others need.
People who don't know how to count cards are not considered real mahjong players, they are just laymen.
A real master never shoots!
Among the four people here, only he and Zhao Wei can count cards. Neither Huang Xiaoming nor Han Hong can. If these two people want to win, they can only rely on luck.
"Don't move, you're crazy!!"
Five minutes later, Han Hong put Zhao Wei's mahjong on the table and spread out the cards, which turned out to be exactly seven pairs.
Wang Han breathed a sigh of relief, Damn, it started with seven pairs and twenty-four times. Fortunately, it was not him who fired the shot.
"Xiao Jiang, keep the accounts for me!" Han Hong waved her hand and said to Jiang Xin behind her.
"Um!!"
Seeing Han Hong's appearance, Fang Jing smiled. He was so happy after winning just once, so what?
Maybe I got the first donation without asking anyone.
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"Substitute someone, do you want Fang Jing to come?"
Two hours later, Huang Xiaoming heard Jiang Xin say that he had lost more than four million, and his mouth opened so wide that he almost ate the mahjong.
He never won from the beginning and lost every time, several times losing more than 200,000 yuan.
Now it's not that he doesn't want to move the money, it's just that the brothers behind him can't bear it anymore. The four of them contributed more than four million together, and when divided equally, he only has one million.
One million is nothing to him, but it is different to others.
Every time he lost money, he heard several howls and gnashing sounds behind him.
"Okay, okay!! Brother Han, please be merciful later."
Three are short of one. None of the others can play mahjong. Fang Jing has to play. Liu Tao can play mahjong, but she doesn't dare to play alone.
"Go ahead, I'm going to kill you, a big business owner!"
Wang Han hasn't lost much money so far, but has won a lot. Fang Jing doesn't need to pay any money if he cancels his partnership with him.
"Fang Jing, why don't you come and stand in for me for a while?" Han Hong looked bitter.
Mahjong won't last long if you rely on luck. Except for the profit she made at the beginning, she basically didn't win much later. It took Liu Tao to bring back hundreds of thousands in the middle, and now her gambling capital has exceeded 800,000.
She wanted to stop. If she continued to fight, she might lose more.
The one who won the most was Zhao Wei, with more than 2 million! She was very skilled, and Wang Han, an old fox, was no match for her.
"Brother Xiao Ming, how about each of us take the lead?" Fang Jing said.
"Okay! Today I will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"
Holding a glass of water, Huang Xiaoming, who had just stood up, sat down again.
"Do you want to follow me?" Fang Jing asked the other people.
"Ahem! No, you guys have no money to play!"
"I haven't gotten paid for my last movie yet, so I won't be able to do it today!"
"I think the bank card balance is not enough!"
Huang Xiaoming went to Han Hong's position, and several people finally freed themselves. At this time, they still dared to rush up. They all shook their heads like drums.
Moreover, Fang Jing is still young. Whether he can play mahjong or not is one thing. Even if he does, his skills may not be as good, and he may not be as good as Huang Xiaoming.
As they continue to follow, they want to sell the house.
"Okay, I'll be alone!"
Da Ma Jin Dao was sitting, and Fang Jing calmly brought over a plate of melon seeds, shuffling them and cracking them.
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Wei raised the corner of his mouth and winked at Wang Han without any trace.
As if he didn't see it, Wang Han showed no expression at all. Zhao Wei touched his feet under the table, but Wang Han shook his head.
Today is a good game, he doesn't care if he loses more or less, and he can't do things like setting up a frame and setting up a square scene.
"Brother Han won the last hand, so let's throw some first."
"Okay, then I'm welcome!"
Adjusting his glasses, Wang Han threw some points and took the cards.
Two minutes later...
"Twenty thousand!"
"bump!"
"Three barrels!"
"fifty thousand!"
"bump!"
"Seven tubes!"
"Eighty thousand!"
"bump!"
Fang Jing touched Zhao Wei three times in a row, eating melon seeds in his mouth, and then lost his temper five minutes later, making Zhao Wei very angry.
The second game, the third game, the third game, the fourth game, five consecutive games were all won by Fang Jing. After seven more games, Fang Jing won two and lost five.
This wave of operations scared everyone.
The God of Gamblers has never been so awesome in the world, right?
The way Wang Han looked at him was wrong. If there weren't so many pairs of eyes looking at him, he would have suspected that Fang Jing was cheating.
"Good luck, good luck!" Fang Jing said with an embarrassed smile.
Mahjong has a technical component, but luck is also very important.
It was indeed luck that he won several games in a row, not much skill, and... little ambition.
The total of the seven games was less than 300,000, which is why he won. Most of them were small cards. Whenever he had the opportunity, he would play tricks. He was never sloppy, nor was he greedy to be a big name.
Winning several thousand yuan in one game, Wang Han and Zhao Wei both look down on such small cards. Sometimes they would rather not mess around than go big, so they can win one or two games out of ten at most.
"Penny, keep going!" Zhao Wei said, "Today I will make Fang Jing bleed a lot, and I will definitely eat up this wealthy man."
"Sister Zhao, it's not easy to win against me. Let's just roll the dice and compare the size. The one is faster. Let's get one million at a time!"
Fang Jing had long noticed that Zhao Wei was a little bit targeting him. Sometimes when he knew what cards he was playing, the other party would rather not call the cards and lose more than play the cards. His words were not so friendly, and he would even call him a brat and a dog.
A big man can really pretend.
Although these words were said in a joking manner, they were still uncomfortable in Fang Jing's ears, as they seemed to look down on others.
I don’t know where I offended someone, but if they want to play, he will stick with me until the end!
"Hey, your box office account hasn't been settled yet, so you are in such a hurry to give away money? You are indeed a money-splitting boy." Zhao Wei smiled, with a few sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
It’s just a matter of sheer luck that a movie became a hit, he debuted just a few years ago, he’s not a big fan, and he has a bad temper.
"Okay, Mr. Fang, if you ask me, I will play with you, but we have agreed that this bet between us alone will not be counted as a charitable donation."
"Pooh!"
Fang Jing spat out the melon seeds in his hand, looked at Zhao Wei and said, "Since Sister Zhao, you say that I am a boy who spreads his wealth, why don't you do it? You take what I lose, and don't give all of my winning points to Sister Hong."
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Fang Jing is not very good at playing mahjong, and he will definitely lose to Zhao Wei over time, but when it comes to throwing dice, hehe, he has never been afraid of anyone.
When I was eight years old, I learned this trick from Lao Huang in the village and never met an opponent.
I dare not say that every time it is four, five or six, but six or seven times out of ten, it will be four or more.