Zhao An rolled up his sleeves, sat down in a chair, and looked at the mahjong table in front of him. "Alright, what kind of hand?"
This question immediately revealed his expertise. Mahjong is divided into many regions, each with its own unique style and rules. Some regions allow for winning by taking tiles (chow), some don't; some allow taking tiles, some don't. Therefore, determining the hand is the first thing a gambler asks.
"Taiwanese mahjong, I'll say directly, giving the other party no chance."
"How much are you betting?"
Click, Zhao An lit a cigarette, exhaling a satisfying puff. The aroma of the herbs made the air feel fresher. "Don't bet so high. Let's play it small. Ten million as the base, one million per round."
Xu Chun's hand, which was about to bet, stopped. He stared at Zhao An in disbelief. "Do you even have that much money?!" At this price, a single game would cost at least thirty or forty million. What's the point of playing? This is blatant flaunting of wealth!
"Nonsense, I can afford this much. What, you're broke? No money and still want to play mahjong?" Zhao An couldn't stand Xu Chun, his eyes filled with mockery.
Taiwanese mahjong rules are a bit unique. If you discard a tile to form a kong (a set of four identical tiles), as long as you win by drawing the tile yourself, nothing happens. It's not counted. But if you don't win by drawing the tile yourself or someone else wins, then it counts, one "fan" (a unit of currency). In the current situation, that's four million. Four million for each discarded tile to form a kong—just thinking about it is exciting.
This amount of money isn't much to anyone present, but if it continues, and someone has bad luck, losing hundreds of millions in one night isn't a joke.
Bai Qingyang arrived at this moment. "Playing mahjong, huh? A little gambling is harmless. Let's agree beforehand, no getting angry, treat it all as entertainment. It's a great day today, you won't refuse to give me face, will you?" He then patted Zhao An on the shoulder. "Give me face, it's up to you another day." This was a special favor; others didn't receive this treatment. Moreover, as the established head of the Bai family, Bai Qingyang still held considerable influence.
"Okay, no problem." Zhao An was in a good mood today and didn't intend to cause trouble.
"Haha, being able to play mahjong naturally shows good character. A person's character and conduct are easily discernible." Huang Yu chuckled, his eyes probing Zhao An.
Soon, the mahjong game began. Zhao An wasn't unfamiliar with mahjong; on the contrary, he was having a blast, playing strip mahjong. The end result was that the female livestreamers he played with were all thoroughly violated, their vaginas filled with semen.
Upon receiving his cards, Zhao An didn't even pick them up; he merely touched them with his hand. "Ah, really good cards."
Seeing Zhao An's reaction, Xu Chun couldn't help but sneer, "Don't pretend, or you'll lose everything."
"I'm more worried about whether you've washed off the dog shit on you. Did you eat dog shit? Your mouth stinks!" Zhao An retorted immediately. Civilization? That's for people. Xu Chun was nothing but an animal, no, not even human, yet he dared to talk about civilization?
"You!" Xu Chun's eyes flashed with anger, but he held back, saying to a young man beside him, "Old Eight, you watch the cards." He was essentially asking someone to play them.
Bai Yue whispered in Zhao An's ear, "Which one is the Southwest Gambling King? He's famously good at gambling. He's self-proclaimed, but he's very skilled at it. You'd better be careful."
"What bullshit Gambling King? In front of me, he's just a dog, not even as good as a dog." Zhao An's voice wasn't quiet, carrying a hint of mockery.
"Zhao An, you are indeed a genius, but I don't believe you can beat me," Xu Chun sneered. He knew plenty of all sorts of people; pulling off some tricks would be a piece of cake for him.
"One Wan." Huang Yu didn't participate, instead watching with amusement.
"Five Tong." Fang Shunli also played a card, somewhat casually, just playing around anyway. "Zhao An, I heard you have some good ideas for making money. What's the plan? Can you share it? Everyone here has connections; an idea can be implemented quickly."
"Three Tiao." Xu Chun also played a card, but didn't say much, feeling a bit annoyed with Zhao An.
"Sure, five billion for one idea. If you need it, give me the money immediately, and I'll tell you right away." Zhao An finished speaking, then drew a card, his smile widening. "Wow, this is great! Self-draw!" He then turned all his cards over.
"Pure Hand, Lucky Draw, Elephant Eye, Closed Hand, One Draw Five, Double High, Two Hundred Fan. Two hundred million each, pay up." Zhao An's smile was incredibly mocking, carrying an arrogance, the arrogance of a genius. He had been exposed to gambling before when playing erotic games, and after gambling five times, he awakened his gambling skills. Winning couldn't be easier. Besides, he had spiritual energy to cheat; they were nothing but pigs, at the mercy of others.
This completely stunned everyone. A perfect hand right from the start! Was this even fair? A perfect hand was a self-draw on the very first card in the game, usually reserved for those with exceptionally good luck.
Two hundred million in one sentence! This enormous sum left Bai Yue speechless, almost breathless with shock. Two hundred million! Two hundred million per person, three people would be six hundred and thirty million—a windfall!
Sweat beaded on Xu Chun's forehead; he didn't have that much money to squander. "Were you cheating?"
His henchman, Lao Ba, whispered a reminder, "Brother Chun, he wasn't cheating. He's very skilled; I wasn't confident I could win."
Zhao An provided his account number, and funds were quickly transferred in. Large families' accounts were fast, used specifically for transactions.
After receiving the money, Zhao An immediately transferred 30 million to Bai Yue. "Never mind, use the change to buy you clothes."
"Thank you, Young Master An, that's too much." Bai Yue was flattered, truly flattered.
"Buy your mom a few more outfits. With someone sponsoring it, it's not a big deal," Zhao An smiled, then turned to the other three. "So, do the three bosses still want to continue?"
"Continue if you want, I don't mind. It's rare to play mahjong and have some fun," Huang Yu smiled, though he was a little annoyed. Although he didn't care much about money, losing two hundred million at once still bothered him.