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"Eh……"

Seeing that, things are not right.

Ah Hao, who was behind Lao Qian, hurriedly opened his mouth and said, "Since the few of you don't want to break up the mahjong game, how about I help you to continue playing mahjong for Uncle Qian, and ask Uncle Qian to greet my master?"

Hearing Ah Hao's words, Old Qian, who was still a little embarrassed, nodded quickly.

"That's a good idea."

He took the initiative to give up his seat, and regardless of whether the three ghosts at the mahjong table were willing or not, he took Ah Hao and took his seat.

Seeing Lao Qian leave the mahjong table, the ghosts who were originally on the table were about to get up. However, as Ah Hao sat down, they seemed to be sitting back at the mahjong table uncontrollably, with gloomy expressions on their faces. Facing Ah Hao in front of him.

"Gollum."

Being watched by the deadly eyes of the three dead ghosts, Ah Hao subconsciously swallowed.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, and said to the three ghosts in front of the mahjong table: "Well, uncles and aunties, you are new to Thailand and playing mahjong with you for the first time, if there is something that offends you so much. , please stay..."

"..."

In front of the mahjong table, the three ghosts looked at Ah Hao with gloomy expressions for a long time, then stretched out their pale palms and pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of them again.

slam-la-

Hearing the sound of mahjong in his ears, Ah Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly reached out and rubbed the mahjong facing him, while praying secretly in his heart.

"Master, this time, don't cheat on me."

...

"I'm sorry, Jiuying."

Leaving the mahjong table, Lao Qian stretched out his hand and took out a large amount of banknotes from the drawer, feeling the weight of the thick stack in his hand, barely suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth, and apologized to Lin Jiuying who came to the grocery store.

"I don't know what happened today. I actually played mahjong until I forgot the time. I missed the pick-up and asked you to go to Chinatown to find me. In the evening, I will invite you to eat authentic Thai food, plus massage. It is an apology."

After winning so much money in a row, Lao Qian's tone became a little more heroic.

He reached out and patted his chest, grinned to reveal his few teeth, and said with a proud face.

"Compared to entertaining guests, you should take a closer look at what you are holding in your hand to see if it is what your heart desires."

Seeing the old money that was successfully exchanged from the mahjong table by the apprentice, Lin Jiuying frowned and reminded him after hearing his words.

"Jiuying, after so many years, you still haven't changed. You still hope to speak so eloquently."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Lao Qian shook his head, but he still looked down at the banknotes in his hand.

On the thick stack of banknotes, the portrait of King Rama IX Bhumibol Adulyadej is clearly visible.

Bhumibol Adulyadej is the longest reigning king in the history of Thailand, and is deeply respected and loved by the Thai people. He is honored as the "Father of the Nation", and his son, the next successor to the throne, Rama X, is completely Two extremes exist.

Looking at the Thai baht in his hand, Lao Qianlie raised his head and was about to say something to Lin Jiuying, who was facing him.

The latter did not give him time to speak at all, and wiped the leaves carved from the peach wood in his hand in front of his eyes. The next second, as the blue light flashed, Lao Qian's eyes were slightly cold, and when he looked at the coin in his hand, he didn't know when it changed. It became a stack of paper money.

"This?!"

Seeing that the Thai baht in his hand turned into worthless coins, the smile on the corner of Lao Qian's mouth immediately froze on the spot.

"What about the money I made? How come all the money I won playing mahjong turned into ghost coins!"

Hearing Lao Qian's unbelievable voice, Lin Jiuying pointed to the living room again and said to him.

"Now look back at those guys who played mahjong with you."

Following the direction Lin Jiuying pointed, Lao Qian looked back at the mahjong table.

After Lin Jiuying's eyes opened, he was completely distracted. What appeared in front of Lao Qian at this moment was a mahjong table ghost.

Looking at these ghosts sitting in front of mahjong and playing mahjong with Ah Hao, I thought that I was still playing mahjong with them not long ago. Lao Qian's wrinkled and thin face suddenly turned pale, and subconsciously he was about to shout.

"Silence."

Reaching out to cover Lao Qian's mouth, Lin Jiuying lowered her voice and spoke to him in a voice that only two people could hear.

"I'm asking my apprentice Ah Hao to play mahjong with the ghosts on your behalf, but this is only an emergency measure, and it won't take too long. When the ghosts hear the movement and react to it, and find that something is wrong, it will be troublesome."

"Now, come over to a table for me, and pour a bowl of rice by the way..."

...

"Why don't you draw cards?"

Grocery shop living room, in front of the mahjong table.

Ah Hao learned the movements of a few ghosts, folded the mahjong, and then the whole person began to feel like sitting on pins and needles.

He didn't lie to his master just now, he really didn't know how to play mahjong, and he didn't even know where to start to draw the most basic cards.

"Well, why don't you come first."

Hearing the reminder from the aunt on the other side, and looking at the white brain of the other party, Ah Hao tried his best to control his expression so as not to show a strange color, and then said "humbly".

"..."

Facing Ah Hao's 'modesty' move, the three ghosts on the opposite side were silent for a while, and then the old ghost with the long tongue stretched out his hand to touch it in front of him, and then the old ghost's action and the other ghost also began to draw cards. , With the demonstration of the two ghosts, Ah Hao hastily followed suit.

"Why, are you humble when you play cards?"

After drawing the tiles and looking at the mahjong tiles in his hand, the expression on Ah Hao's face still did not improve.

He didn't know how to play mahjong, and naturally he didn't know whether the pie he had caught was good or bad.

Remind by the ghost with a knife in his chest, Ah Hao swept his gaze from the knife in front of him, grabbed a single mahjong tile in front of him and threw it out, and then sat down in his seat motionless.

"Draw a card."

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Hearing its reminder, Ah Hao reacted with hindsight, and then hurriedly reached out and grabbed a mahjong tile in front of him.

I don't know if it was because he was too flustered, his outstretched arm knocked down the mahjong tile in front of him. Looking at the mahjong tile in front of him, the expression on Ah Hao's face became even more panicked. When he got up, he subconsciously put the card he was holding aside, and quickly reached out to raise the fallen card again.

"Wait a moment……"

However, just as Ah Hao was sorting out the mahjong tiles, the ghost with a knife in his chest suddenly stopped him.

I saw it with a gloomy face, looking at Ah Hao with a flustered expression in front of him.

Said grimly.

"Have you messed up?"

"what?!"

"You'll be clear before you touch the door, and you've won this one."