Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Qin Qing would not really believe that the dignified Red Tiger gang embarrassed her son in public because an outsider embarrassed her son in public. Taking this palm shot is not so much a lesson to her son, it is more of forcing her to take action and a disguised temptation.

  As soon as she picked out the words, she immediately saw Luo Zihang projecting her gaze straight, her eyes full of hostility.

   "Okay, I haven't played mahjong for eight laps just now, do you dare to go now?" The young man's fighting spirit was aroused, and now he can't care about filling his stomach, he just wants to severely tear off Xiao Bai's hypocritical face.

  Qin Qing couldn't eat it either, so she also took off the napkin and stood up to fight, "It's all about Luo Shao's arrangement."

Originally, the dark horse that killed the night gang tonight has already attracted much attention. Now, seeing the two teenagers at the main table stand up, everyone's eyes can't wait to gather again. Some young girls even followed the leisure area to watch, see When the two of them had the same outstanding appearance, they couldn't help but scream in a low voice.

   "Ah, Young Master Luo is so handsome, and the one next to him is also so handsome, beautiful man."

   "He is Song Ruye, he was super elegant when he was making tea just now, and he was fascinated by this look."

   "Yes, the face of the little milk dog, the elegant temperament, is simply the prince who came out of the comics."

  ...

  In the gang, the faction is used to seeing Luo Zihang's bohemian type, and seeing a handsome and elegant gentleman like Qin Qing at first sight, all of the women's attention was immediately robbed.

   "I'm so annoying, let me get rid of any noise." Luo Zihang frowned and shouted fiercely. Although he has no affection for these women, young people always have a little bit of face, and they always feel uncomfortable when they are robbed of the limelight. Seeing Qin Qing, they become more upset.

"Sao Luo, you sit in the main seat, you are lucky, we come to accompany you." The dog-legged little brother hurriedly gathered around, and respectfully pulled out the chair, greeted the prince seated, poured tea, and rubbed his shoulders. Not eager.

  Qin Qing couldn't help but shook her head and laughed. She looked down and rubbed her fingers carefully with a wet tissue, her elegant style seemed out of tune with a mahjong table.

   "Huh, be careful." Luo Zihang glanced at it and snort disdainfully: "Thirteen, do you understand? One card is two hundred."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the teenager on the opposite side hadn't responded yet, but the two younger brothers who accompanied him instantly suffered a bitter face.

  Before a card for ten dollars could have lost their pants, this time two hundred will kill them.

  They don’t expect their young master to change his mind, they can only hope that the young man will admit to bargaining.

  Unfortunately, "No problem." Qin Qing promised readily. After throwing away the tissue, she put her hands on the table to start the game directly.

  Luo Zihang admired her straightforward attitude. With a twist of the cigarette on hand, her movements were also skillfully shuffled.

  At this time, the two younger brothers can only eat coptis dumb, with a bitter face to guard against the teenagers on the opposite side.

  Clang clang...The square mahjongs made a crisp sound in the push and wash collision. Many people gathered around the table to watch. Everyone looked at the fair-faced young night gang master curiously.

  I heard that she owned a casino, everyone subconsciously felt that they were lying. Because no matter from the elegant temperament or the weak appearance, this is a type that is not compatible with gamblers who teach the best.

  But soon, everyone discovered the abnormality.

The juvenile shuffles the cards very quickly, looks not hurried or slow when stacking the cards, but the fingertips are very flexible. After the start of the dice, the 13 cards she caught are all of the same suit, and only one or two cards are enough. Mumbled.

   "Seven Tubes." At the gambling table, Luo Zihang also calmed his emotions. A pair of Dan Fengyan occasionally swept across the card, but also tepid, full of energy cultivation.

  The other two people are thieves. They looked at the cards and swayed, and almost all the cards were eaten by Luo Zihang.

  The player in the middle will lose the opportunity to play and draw the cards.

  So until the third concealed kong, the boy had no chance to draw a card.

   "Look, Luo Shao only has two cards left. It seems that he is already drawing."

   "Yes, I just saw that Song's surname is lucky, and I have been unable to draw a card, but I will lose."

  ...

  Amidst the people's whispering discussions, Luo Zihang also noticed something strange. He glanced at the untouched cards on the young man's side, and immediately frowned, and without thinking about it, he stretched his feet and kicked the boy next to him.

With a bang, the little brother fell to the ground with a chair and opened his mouth to exclaim. When he raised his eyes, he saw Luo Zihang staring at him gloomily, "Who asked you to let the water out? Roll me down. At the beginning, Luo Zihang is not weak enough to need help."

  The last half sentence with gritted teeth is obviously for the teenager.

   "Yes, Luo Shao." The man under his hand obeyed the order, and the cards will be shuffled after the substitute comes on the court.

  At this moment, the young man who had been sitting there still spoke, and stopped: "No, this round is almost over, it's about to go."

  Her voice is faint and maintains her usual politeness and gentleness. It can be said that everyone feels that the teenager has a brain hole. Even if this round goes on, the possibility of losing is relatively high.

  Luo Zihang closed his long legs and glanced at him with a cool look, and said proudly: "Luo Zihang, I don’t do shameful things. Even if I win this round, it’s not interesting."

  So, continuing to play is no use.

   "Oh?" The young man's tone was slightly raised, his **** and white eyes looked back at the past with a smile, and he said in a playful tone: "Shao Luo is so sure that he can win?"

   Hearing this, Luo Zihang was stunned, and then hooked up the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and said frankly: "Everyone knows the cards, I draw, can you still draw yourself faster than me?"

  Thirteen cards can be played with four sets of cards of the same suit, and you can also listen to the thirteen cards in order. However, the odds of ordinary people who want to make up to 13 consecutive cards are extremely low.

  So Luo Zihang's remarks also represent the aspirations of the onlookers.

  It’s just that this kind of general probability event may work on other people, but it can be placed in front of the boy in white...

"Haha..." Qin Qing lowered her eyes and chuckled twice. Before her voice fell, she saw that she raised her hand and touched a card from the middle very briskly. The cards were all displayed neatly.

"What are you..." Luo Zihang was also bewildered by her behavior at first, frowning unhappy and trying to question, but halfway through, but when he saw the card on the table clearly, his voice was instantly blocked in his throat. , Came to an abrupt end.

  One rope, two barrels, three barrels...A total of 13 mahjong tiles with ranking points are spread out on the green tablecloth. Under the refraction of the bright lights, the colors are beautiful and dazzling.

  The young man who is sitting upright is wearing a white suit and is slender, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and is enjoying the taste in a leisurely manner.