On the other side.
Lin Dashan hung up the phone.
"Two of Bamboo!" Zhang Fuyong laughed heartily. "Mahjong!"
Zhang Fuyong and the three Lin brothers were gathered together, playing mahjong. Most of the money had ended up in Zhang Fuyong's pockets. Everyone couldn't help but suspect that the Zhang father and daughter had a natural talent for it.
Lin Dahu refused to give up. "Come on, let's keep going!"
Less than twenty minutes later, a server walked in.
"Boss Lin, there's someone outside looking for a Mr. Lin Dashan!"
As Lin Dashan drew a tile, he asked, "Who's looking for me?"
"They didn't say, only that they were looking for you!"
Lin Dashan's eyes widened. "Wait a minute, I think I'm about to win this hand, just a moment…"
Lin Dahu laughed. "What's wrong, Little Bro? Losing your nerve?"
SLAP!
Lin Dashan slammed down a Five of Bamboo and revealed his hand. "Hahaha, a pure suit, self-drawn! This hand is a complete turnaround!"
"Pay up, pay up!"
