<strong>Chapter 96.2 - Thousand Asteraceae</strong>
In the next few rounds, the <emo wang ye</em> did not get to shout <em>peng</em> anymore. Furthermore, what was strange was that it was actually quitemon for yers to shout <em>peng</em> while ying mahjong. But from the start of the game until now, asides from the <emo wang ye</em>, no one else has called <em>peng</em>, which was evident of how terrible everybody''s hand were.
This situation continued until nearly all the tiles had been drawn.
Head Steward Fu touched a tile that was in front of the <emo wang ye</em>. At a nce, it matched up with some of the tiles in his hand, but it was not enough toplete a winning hand.
In order to prevent the <emo wang ye</em> from winning, the tiles were yed very messily, so from the start there was no possibility ofpleting a winning hand. He did not intend to y the tile currently in his hand, so he carelessly picked a tile that the <emo wang ye</em> had yed before and flung it onto the middle of the table.
The <emo wang ye''s </em>gaze abruptly deepened, looking like it did before he had amnesia, and his expression seemed to exude a cold aura.
After another round, it was An Zi Ran''s turn again. There were only three mahjong tiles left to draw on the table. That meant that after him, it would be Head Steward Fu and then the <emo wang ye</em>. Monopolizing thest tile, huh?
An Zi Ran couoldn''t help but blink his eyes.
The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became oppressive.
Not to mention the yers already involved, but the two people watching, Chun Lan and Qiu Lan, had ayer of sweat on their foreheads. They never thought that ying mahjong could be like the battlefield.
The little bun, who was lying in Qiu Lan''s arms, looked over at his big brother''s tiles with his big round eyes. Out of the blue, he giggled and broke the tight atmosphere in the main hall, like a burst of energy popping a balloon.
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The <emo wang ye</em>, Fu Wu Tian, and Head Steward Fu''s eyes were all concentrated on him.
An Zi Ran paused. He ced the mahjong tile in his hand down into his lineup of tiles, hesitated for a moment, and as if making up his mind, he picked up a tile and threw it out onto the middle of the table. "<em>Liu tong</em>*."
<span>[*T/N: Name of a mahjong tile. Direct trantion is "six cylinders"]
"I won!"
A sonorous voice rang out, shaking the ceiling of the pce and puncturing people''s eardrums. Then, the <emo wang ye</em>ughed smugly. He could finally raise his eyebrows and blow off steam.
What followed was a loud silence that nketed the main hall.
The <emo wang ye</em> was finally doneughing. He looked at the three silent people and said proudly, "Want topete with me? You guys are still far behind!"
Fu Wu Tian and Head Steward Fu looked at An Zi Ran with strange expressions on their faces.
An Zi Ran calmly said, "I spoke wrong. It is <em>wu tong</em>*."
<span>[*T/N: Name of a mahjong tile. Direct trantion is "five cylinders"]
The <emo wang ye''s</em>ughter came to an abrupt end.
<em>"Chi*!"</em>
<span>[*T/N: 哧 <em>chi</em> – (onom.) giggling / breathing / tearing of paper, ripping of fabric etc]
Head Steward Fu couldn''t contain himself andughed out loud.
Fu Wu Tian added oil to the fire: "Grandfather, you bombed*."
<span>[*T/N: The Chinese used here is 诈胡 <em>zha hu</em>, with <em>zha </em>meaning "to cheat or to pretend" and <em>hu</em> meaning "toplete a winning hand at mahjong."]
The <emo wang ye</em> looked sluggishly at the <em>wu tong</em> in front of An Zi Ran. No matter how he groaned, the <em>wu tong</em> would not be <em>liu tong</em>. A thousand calctions, but he did not calcte that his granddaughter-inw would be the one to sessfully dig a pit for him.
The fact that An Zi Ran was able to dupe him was actually due to his carelessness.
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It was very easy to be anxious or nervous while ying mahjong. When a person''s nerves were tight, they would lean towards subjective assumptions. For example, when An Zi Ran yed the <em>wu tong</em>, he deliberately covered the face of the tile with his thumb, and then used a louder voice to alert the <emo wang ye</em> to the tile he wanted to y. Because the <emo wang ye </em>wanted to win so badly, he would always be thinking of the tile that he needed toplete his winning hand, which was <em>liu tong</em>. Thus, when he heard the words ''<em>liu tong</em>'' his brain formed a conditioned response, causing his mouth to be faster than his eyes, and his hands quickly revealed his tiles. Only after showing his hand did his eyes finallynd on the tile that An Zi Ran yed.
But the premise of all this was that the <emo wang ye</em> did not cheat.
In hisst life, An Zi Ran actually did note into contact with mahjong much, but there were many people around him who liked to y mahjong. Those people were all masters at the games with plenty of crafty tricks up their sleeves. Even without ying, An Zi Ran was able to learn just by watching.
"Granddaughter-inw, how can you dig a pit for your grandfather like this?"
The <emo wang ye</em> pulled a long face. He specially prepared for ten days for this game. In the end, he lost to the hand of his granddaughter-inw at the final moment. Nothing changed. He returned back to the origin point.
Having heard what he said, An Zi Ran lifted his head and looked straight at him.
"If grandfather had yed nicely, then granddaughter-inw naturally would not dupe grandfather."
The <emo wang ye</em> immediately turned his gaze away. "Grandfather suddenly remembered that there was something to do. I will take my leave first." After that, he ran off without waiting for anyone to react.
Everyoneughed.
Just then, he was acting bold and confident as if justice was on his side, but now his heart knew guilt. At the beginning, no one pursued his cheating. That was already giving him face. Now that he was duped, he could only me himself for the oue.
Although he conned him, An Zi Ran actually admired the <emo wang ye</em>.
In just ten days, he had developed such a brilliant technique. He had to say, the <emo wang ye</em> was very qualified to be called a gambling god. If the yers sitting in front of him were not the three of them, then they would not have detected his cheating.
Head Steward Fu stood up and praised An Zi Ran without hesitation. "Well done. For the short term, he should not be making a fuss anymore. I still have something to do, so I will be going out. I will not being back for dinner."
As he predicted, in order to have them forget about this incident, the <emo wang ye </em>did not kick up a fuss for a while, and calm days returned to the prince''s pce.
A few days passed like the blink of an eye, and Tian Long Gambling House was finally officially opened.<hr>Want to Read Ahead?
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