Chapter 1222 Control group in the 1990s (31)

Ma Jianbing gritted his teeth and sold to the stall, sending away the last customer. It was already completely dark.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Mao Daqiang and the other two people throwing away the cigarette butts that were clearly extinguished in their hands, getting up and walking towards here. They looked at their niece with concern: "Yin, Yin Yin..."

Xu Yin neatly put away the empty pots and pots, removed the door panel that served as a countertop, put it horizontally on the tricycle, then put the stove with the charcoal out on the car, and raised his head: "What are you waiting for? Let’s go! Aren’t we going to play a few games?”

"Ah? Are you going too?" Ma Jianbing stuttered, "How can this be done! That's not a place you can go."

Xu Yin looked at him and sneered: "Uncle, you can go, why can't I go? I have more money than you! Most of the money belongs to me!"

As she spoke, she shook the money box in her hand.

Mao Daqiang and the other three were delighted, and they came up to each other with smiles:

“Since my niece wants to learn to play, let’s go together!”

“Exactly! Ours is not like other mahjong parlors or chess and card rooms where people are ranked according to how many games of mahjong they play. Anyone who wants to play can come.”

"Let's go, let's go! I'm all hungry! Bingzi, your business is really good. I wanted to wait for you to close the stall and eat two unsold sesame seeds for dinner, but I didn't expect that they were all sold out? I make a lot of money every day. ah?"

Ma Jianbing didn’t dare to fart.

Xu Yin smiled lightly and said, "I own this cake stall, and my uncle is just here to help me sell cakes."

“Hey! So my niece is the boss? She’s really good at such a young age! Can she make a lot of money in a month?”

 “It’s really okay.”

These three people started to brag around Xu Yin. If they were more vain, they would really be lifted up.

When he arrived at the mahjong parlor, Mao Daqiang took the initiative to buy a few packs of biscuits from the store next door. He said he was hungry to fill his stomach, and after a while he had enough fun and went to have a midnight snack.

 It doesn’t say who will buy the late-night snack. Generally speaking, it must be the winner.

Xu Yin opened the package of biscuits and sat down at the mahjong table while eating: "Hurry up and come!"

　　　…”

Ma Jianbing was dumbfounded: "Yinyin, do you really want to play?"

 “If you don’t want to play when you’re here, why should I come?”

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s just a few games of mahjong. Bingzi, you are a bit too lenient.”

Mao Daqiang and the other three pushed Ma Jianbing to the side and sat down with smiles.

 Ma Jianbing grimaced and took a seat at the memorial tablet diagonally behind the little ancestor.

 Can Xu Yin play mahjong? of course!

 I once made my own mahjong tiles to play when I was extremely bored in several mission worlds.

 But only if you know how to do it. If you want to count cards, you can’t. Even though I know how to calculate, I don't bother to do it. It's just for fun, and it's boring to do it if it burns my brain.

 But this time, she turned on the cheating device of scene simulation and started counting cards seriously.

 Having good luck on the first hand, I touched it myself and got a tie!

 The second one, Mao Daqiang's absent-minded throw was exactly what she wanted, and it was settled!

 The third, fourth, fifth...

The next player doesn’t want the useless cards she knocked down, but the next player can’t get them if they want.

She takes all the cards played by the previous player.

 She wins almost every hand:

 “I want it, thank you!”

 “It’s settled, thank you!”

 “Touch yourself, thank you!”

　　　…”

This is going too **** fast!

Mao Daqiang and the other three looked at each other. They really didn't mean to let things go. To say that I took Ma Jianbing to play with me yesterday was a bit of a joke. I wanted him to come today, tomorrow... and then all the time. I didn't expect that this kid was smarter than before. He would run away when he won. I went to find him today, but he actually couldn't come.

As for his niece, I heard on the way here that she had never played before. She thought she was a novice and might not be willing to play again after playing once, so she didn’t think about cheating. She wished she could win all the money in her money box and then play again. He helped Ma Jianbing get down from the table to save the situation and get back double the money he won yesterday.

did not expect…

The three of them looked at each other knowingly and planned to do something.

 Xu Yin has been waiting for this moment.

No, as soon as Mao Daqiang made a move, she caught him in action.

 “If you can’t beat me, why do you want to cheat?”

She threw Mao Daqiang away from the mahjong table, and the mahjong tiles he had just touched before he had a chance to take a look fell to the ground with two clatters.

Xu Yin stepped on his heart: "I'm telling you! The service of this mahjong parlor is so good. They invite people to play mahjong, drink tea and snacks, and then sit down and play with them. It's like playing mahjong for a long time. You are a cheat under the guise of being a companion and want to win money from customers? Auntie, I will teach you a lesson for those unlucky gamblers today!"

The beating was so violent that the other two people and the owner of the mahjong parlor who came after hearing the news did not have time to react.

The moment Ma Jianbing stepped on Mao Daqiang's heart, his niece obediently stepped aside. He knew that she wanted to do it and knew that she would do it, but when she actually did it, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart and mourned for Mao Daqiang.

　　It is useless to ask anyone to reason with someone who has been caught cheating.

 Unless you go to the police to complain.

 But does Mao Daqiang dare?

If he dares, his boss won’t let him do it.

 The people who open casinos fear the most are the police.

 So, not only was Mao Daqiang's beating in vain, but if he wanted to continue in this industry, he would have to apologize afterwards.

 The niece wins!

As expected, the boss not only failed to help Mao Daqiang, but also kicked him hard. In front of the other table gamblers who gathered around to watch the excitement, he said sadly:

"Da Qiang, Da Qiang, how can you do such a thing? When you come to work in my store, have I emphasized again and again: Ours is a serious chess and card room, for people to have fun after dinner, not for gambling. A shabby gambling den won’t do that kind of thing.”

Mao Daqiang almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, but the boss said so, he had no choice but to accept it, otherwise he would not want to work here.

“Boss, I didn’t mean it. I accidentally touched two of them when I was touching them. I was about to put them back, but Xiao Xu misunderstood them.”

 “Yes, yes, Daqiang will not do such a thing.”

"We can testify for Daqiang. This time it was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Seeing this, the other two people hurriedly helped.

Xu Yin sneered and kicked the mahjong table upside down: "Are you trying to bully me that I can't fight you all alone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her foot and crushed a mahjong tile that had fallen to her feet. The eye-catching mahjong tile instantly shattered into pieces.

 Everyone: “…”

 This is called being alone and weak?

"Forget it, who told me not to understand the rules of this industry? When someone politely invited me to play a few games, I took it seriously. I didn't expect that playing mahjong is like playing a palace fighting drama. It's so annoying! It will still happen in the future. Just concentrate on selling my sesame cakes!"

After saying that, he called Jianbing on his horse: "Uncle, let's go! I won't come again! It's boring! You are not allowed to come either! If you dare to come, I will break your legs! I'll clear this place again!"

 “I won’t come, I won’t come! I definitely won’t come!”

Ma Jianbing responded and quickly collected the money won by his niece and followed her out of the mahjong parlor.

Everyone looked at each other in shock. Some gamblers didn’t know what words they heard, so they took the opportunity to withdraw.

 Others ran away when they saw the cards. How can we play when there are four short of one or four short of two? They simply broke up and went back to their respective homes.

When the boss saw that the store was completely empty, he was so angry that he raised his hand and gave Mao Daqiang a slap in the face: "You can't do anything well, you losers!"

　　　…”

 (End of this chapter)