Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Qin Qing would not really believe that the majestic leader of the Red Tiger Gang would embarrass his son in public because of an outsider. This slap was not so much a lesson to his son, but rather a force to make a move, a disguised test.

As soon as she picked out the words, she immediately saw Luo Zihang cast his gaze straight over, his eyes were full of hostility.

"Okay, I haven't played eight rounds of mahjong just now, do you dare to go now?" The young man's fighting spirit was aroused, and he couldn't care less about filling his stomach now, he just wanted to tear up the hypocritical face of the little boy.

Left and Right Qin Qing couldn't eat anymore, so he simply took off the napkin and stood up to fight, "It's all under Luo Shao's arrangement."

Originally, the dark horse of the night gang was already attracting attention tonight, but now seeing the two teenagers standing up at the main table, everyone's eyes couldn't wait to gather in the past again, and some young girls even followed to the leisure area to watch. Seeing the equally outstanding appearance of the two, they couldn't help screaming in a low voice.

"Ah, Young Master Luo is so handsome, and the one next to him is also so handsome, a pretty boy."

"He is Song Ruye. He was so elegant when he was making tea just now. Looking at it like this, he was almost dizzy."

"That's right, the little milk dog's face and elegant demeanor are like a prince from a cartoon."

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

"I'm so annoying, get the hell out of me if you're arguing." Luo Zihang was tired of hearing this, and frowned ferociously. Although he didn't like these women at all, but the young man's heart was always a bit of a trouble for face, and he was always uncomfortable when he was robbed of the limelight, and he became more and more upset when he saw Qin Qing.

"Young Master Luo, you are sitting in the main seat. You are very lucky. We will accompany you." The dog-legged younger brother hurried over, pulled out the chair respectfully, welcomed the crown prince to take his seat, served tea and water, rubbed his shoulders and beat his back, Very eager.

Qin Qing couldn't help shaking her head and laughing. She wiped her fingers carefully with a wet tissue in her downcast eyes. That elegant demeanor seemed out of place on the mahjong table.

"Hmph, poverty is particular." Luo Zihang glanced at it and snorted coldly with disdain: "Do you understand Thirteen? One card is two hundred."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy on the opposite side didn't respond yet, but the two younger brothers who were accompanying him instantly turned bitter.

Before, ten yuan for a card could make them lose their pants. Wouldn't it be two hundred this time that would kill them.

They don't expect their young master to change his mind, they can only hope that the young man will admit his weakness and bargain a little bit.

It's a pity, "No problem." Qin Qing readily agreed, and after throwing away the tissue, she put her hands on the table to start the game directly.

Luo Zihang admired her straightforward attitude, he twisted the cigarette in his hand, and shuffled the cards skillfully.

At this time, the two younger brothers could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and guarded against the boy opposite with a bitter face.

Dangdang... The square mahjong pieces made a crisp sound as they were pushed and collided. Many people gathered around the table to watch, and everyone looked curiously at this fair-faced young master of the Ye Gang.

Hearing that she owns a casino, everyone subconsciously thought it was a lie. Because no matter from the elegant temperament or weak appearance, this is the type that can't match the gamblers of the three religions.

But soon, everyone noticed something strange.

The young man shuffled the cards very quickly. He looked unhurried while stacking the cards, but his fingertips were very nimble. After rolling the dice at the beginning, the thirteen cards she caught were all of the same suit, and only one or two cards were enough. confused.

"Seven barrels." On the gambling table, Luo Zihang also restrained his emotions, and his pair of red phoenix eyes occasionally glanced at the cards, but they were not tepid, and he was very good at nourishing his energy.

The other two were sly-eyed, looking left and right when they played cards, almost all the cards played were eaten by Luo Zihang.

The next player eats the upper player, and the player in the middle will lose a chance to play and draw cards.

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

"Look, Master Luo only has two cards left, and it seems that he is already drawing cards."

"Yeah, just now I saw that the surname Song was lucky, and if he couldn't catch any cards, he would lose."

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Amidst the whispered discussions among the crowd, Luo Zihang also noticed something strange. He glanced at the completely untouched cards on the boy's side, immediately frowned, and without thinking, he stretched out his foot and kicked the little brother next to him.

With a bang, the little brother fell to the ground with his chair, and just opened his mouth to exclaim, when he raised his eyes, he saw Luo Zihang staring at him with a gloomy face on the main seat, "Who told you to release the water, get out of here and start over again!" In the beginning, I, Luo Zihang, am not weak enough to need someone to help me."

The last half of the sentence, which he gritted his teeth, was obviously meant for the young man.

"Yes, Young Master Luo." The subordinates listened to the order, and they had to reshuffle the cards after the substitute came on.

At this time, the young man who had been sitting there without moving opened his mouth and stopped him, saying: "No need, this game is almost over, just let it go."

Her voice maintained her usual politeness and gentleness, but everyone felt that the young man had a brain hole, and even if this game went on, the possibility of losing was relatively high.

Luo Zihang retracted his long legs, glanced at them coldly, and said arrogantly: "I, Luo Zihang, don't do anything shameful. Even if I win this game, it's meaningless."

Therefore, it is useless to continue playing.

"Oh?" The young man raised his tone slightly, his big black and white eyes looked back with a smile, and his tone was playful: "Is Luo Shao so sure that he can win?"

Hearing this, Luo Zihang was stunned for a moment, then hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully, and said bluntly: "Everyone knows what they see from the cards. I listen to the cards. Can you still draw yourself faster than me?"

Thirteen Yaos can make four sets of kong tiles with the same suit, or you can listen to thirteen Yaos in order, but the chances of ordinary people getting thirteen consecutive cards are extremely low.

Therefore, Luo Zihang's remarks also represented 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...

"Hehe..." Qin Qing lowered her eyes and chuckled twice. Before her voice fell, she raised her hand and touched a card from the middle very briskly. All three cards were displayed neatly.

"What are you doing..." Luo Zihang was also confused by her actions at first, frowning in displeasure, he was about to question, but in the middle of speaking, when he saw the cards on the table clearly, his voice was blocked in his throat Here, it stops abruptly.

One row, two tubes, three tubes... A total of thirteen mahjong tiles with rank points were spread out on the green tablecloth.

The young man sitting upright was wearing a spotless white suit, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and was enjoying a taste leisurely.