Bing Ye and Pao Ye stopped and looked at the apple stabbed on the tip of the knife in astonishment. The apple was peeled very carefully, without a single piece of apple peel. Zheng Yubai held a long piece of apple peel in each of his hands.
Under the attack of Mr. Bing and Mr. Pao, he relied on his agility to make the opponent's attack become the work of peeling an apple. Not only was he not detected, but he didn't even cut the apple skin. This kind of light body skill has reached the level of perfection. Not only the two old men were dumbfounded, but also the other guests who were watching the excitement were stunned.
"Great job!" Du Bisheng exclaimed in the corner. The guests who had been gambling at the card table all day also applauded.
After showing this, Bing Ye and Pao Ye were speechless. Bing Ye bit off a piece of apple with a "crunch", and he didn't know if he could taste it. The fat man and the bearded man who had a conflict with Zheng Yubai last night stared at Zheng Yubai, and when he returned to the office, they immediately came to Bing Ye and Pao Ye and whispered to each other.
Zheng Yubai sat in front of the monitor, knowing that they were plotting against him but unable to do anything. This is the hardship of working people... Zheng Yubai thought helplessly.
"Ding-ling", the bell rang again.
Who is this again? Zheng Yubai looked at the monitor depressedly and saw Du Bisheng appear on the screen. He was standing in front of the mahjong table, chatting with three other people.
Coming to the mahjong table, Du Bisheng said with a grin, "Boy, you did a good job just now. Those two old guys are bound to lose this time."
Zheng Yubai scratched his head and chuckled: "Excuse me, Mr. Du, what can I do for you?"
"I need you so much. Come on, sit here and play cards with them for me."
"I play cards for you?" Zheng Yubai was stunned.
"They don't want to play with me because they are afraid that I will cheat. But they agreed that you can play for me. If I lose, I'll take the profit. If I win, we'll each split half." Du Bisheng said.
Zheng Yubai looked at the three men and they all nodded.
"But I still have to work." Zheng Yubai looked at the other guests. Bingye and Paoye were looking at him eagerly. Although the manual stipulated that the needs of the guests must be met, it was still a bit too much to help the guests play mahjong.
"Talk to me when someone needs your service." Du Bisheng pointed at the chips of the three people, "If you can win all of them, you won't have to work for others for the rest of your life."
Zheng Yubai sat down a little nervously. He had played mahjong with his college classmates before, but unfortunately he was not very good at it. However, since he had the support of Du Bisheng, the so-called gambling king, he didn't have to be afraid.
Zheng Yubai's boss is called Tan Lao Da. No one knows where he comes from. He is about 40 years old, with red eyes. He is a gambling addict. His subordinate is called Xie Chunlai. He has a thief's head and looks like a thief who can climb walls and fly over rooftops. The opponent is a handsome man with a thick cigar in his mouth. His every move is like that of a big man. Everyone calls him "Seventh Master".
As soon as Zheng Yubai sat down, the three of them started shuffling the cards. While shuffling the cards, Zheng Yubai asked curiously, "Why doesn't such a high-end place use an automatic shuffler?"
The three of them glanced at him at the same time, with a look of disdain on their faces. Master Qi said vaguely: "What is an automatic shuffler? There is no automatic shuffle for real mahjong." He pointed at the cigar in his mouth while speaking: "Using an automatic shuffler to play mahjong is like smoking a cigar that is not hand-rolled by Cuba. It's embarrassing."
Zheng Yubai thought to himself, are you educating me or showing off your cigar
The game started, Zheng Yubai grabbed the cards and frowned. This deck of cards was terrible, there was not even a pair, and the other cards were not connected.
Du Bisheng looked relaxed. He couldn't draw cards, but he could give Zheng Yubai some advice.
"Nine." Du Bisheng said behind him.
Zheng Yubai slapped the nine out, and Qi Ye laughed: "Thank you, bang!"
Zheng Yubai scratched his head, thinking that Du Bisheng was not that good. When it was his turn to draw a card, it was another nine, so he had to play it again.
Du Bisheng was directing Zheng Yubai from behind, just like controlling a puppet. After three or four cards, Qi Ye seemed to have heard the cards.
"Five cakes." Du Bisheng whispered behind Zheng Yubai.
"Five cakes?" Zheng Yubai was a little hesitant. He had finally put together five, six, and seven cakes, so why did he have to break them up? However, this was Du Bisheng's card game, and he had no power to decide, so he had to play out the five cakes.
"I lost!" Master Qi pushed the cards down triumphantly.
Zheng Yubai looked back at Du Bisheng and saw a cunning light in his eyes. Zheng Yubai seemed to understand something, and as expected, he saw Xie Chunlai draw the next card, and immediately said angrily: "My four-concealed knights of the same suit are about to be self-drawn, Du Laoqian, you are really good at the right time."
What is a master? A master is not just about making a lot of mistakes. A master also knows how to make a mistake at the right time to minimize his losses. This is the first gambling trick Zheng Yubai learned from Du Bisheng.
The game continued. Zheng Yubai's cards were very bad. He didn't even have a chance to win each time, and the others had already lost. After four rounds of mahjong, he had lost almost all the chips in front of him.
"That's all for today." Master Qi pushed his cards aside, "Du Lao Qian, you've lost a lot today."
Du Bisheng chuckled and took out a credit card: "There's exactly one million in it, divide it among the three of you."
One million... Zheng Yubai looked at the chips he lost. They looked like inconspicuous colorful plastic pieces, but they were actually worth one million yuan. Oh my God, if it was my own card game, I'm afraid I would never be able to pay off this huge gambling debt in my lifetime.
"I'm sorry..." Zheng Yubai said to Du Bisheng dejectedly when he saw the three winners dividing the spoils.
"Why do you have to say sorry?" Du Bisheng waved at Zheng Yubai, took him to the bar, and poured two glasses of wine.
"The cards I picked were too bad." Zheng Yubai felt bad every time he thought of the bad cards he picked.
"That's not your fault, it's all Xie Chunlai's fault." Du Bisheng sneered, "This thief leader plotted against you in front of me, is he trying to challenge me to be quicker?"
"Xie Chunlai is plotting against me?" Zheng Yubai was stunned. He recalled the scenes just now and did not find anything wrong.
"When he was shuffling the cards, he deliberately sent some cards to your hand, and he also played tricks when he was arranging the cards, so you got bad cards every time." Du Bisheng said, "How could these tricks escape my eyes?"
Zheng Yubai thought about it carefully again and thought of something strange. Then he suddenly realized what was going on. He couldn't help but said angrily, "Isn't this considered cheating?"
Du Bisheng didn't seem angry at all: "This isn't cheating, it's just a little trick with your quick hands. You are so good at it, if you know the trick, you can definitely do better than him."
Zheng Yubai had heard that there were many gamblers among those who practiced Xingyiquan, such as Zhang Hongqing, a disciple of Zhang Zhankui, who was famous for his gambling skills. Unfortunately, he had been brought up in a strict family and had never been exposed to gambling. He learned mahjong from his classmates when he was in college, and he only knew a little bit about it.
"Boy, do you want to learn a few tricks to help me win back the money I lost?" Du Bisheng saw Zheng Yubai silent, took a sip of wine and asked.
"I..." Zheng Yubai scratched his head. He was slow and Xie Chunlai had played tricks on him, which caused Du Bisheng to lose a million. If he didn't help him win it back, he would never feel at ease. Thinking of this, he nodded vigorously.
"Great, see you here at midnight." Du Bisheng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and went back to his room.
"Are you the new manager?" Zheng Yubai was cleaning the bar when a voice sounded behind him.
Zheng Yubai shuddered all over, and his hair stood on end. For a person who practices Xingyiquan, it is very important to be able to sense external things. Not noticing someone coming behind you is tantamount to suicide. Zheng Yubai is very confident in his kung fu, but he didn't notice someone approaching from behind. He turned his head in astonishment and saw a man in his thirties, of medium build, with a scar on the left side of his face extending from his ear to the corner of his mouth. It looked shocking, adding a touch of horror and coldness to his face.
"Hello, I'm Zheng Yubai. Is there anything I can help you with?" Zheng Yubai bowed to him.
"I heard that you are very capable. I want to see it for myself." The man's mouth slightly curled up, and the scar on his face began to tremble.
Behind the man, Bingye, Paoye and Fatty all had beards popping out. They had gloating expressions on their faces and were obviously the driving forces behind this incident.
Zheng Yubai said politely: "I'm just an administrator. I can't fight with guests."
"Really?" The man laughed like a crow, "What if... What if I want to kill you?"
Before he finished speaking, the man slapped out with his palm, which landed solidly on Zheng Yubai's chest.
Zheng Yubai flew backwards, first hitting the bar, then rolling over the bar and falling to the ground with countless bottles. With a loud bang and the sound of countless glass breaking, Zheng Yubai fell among the glass fragments and the wine flowing all over the ground, struggling to get up.
"Just a waste." The man sneered, "My name is K. You are always welcome to come and seek revenge on me if you can still stand up." After he said that, he turned and left.
Zheng Yubai felt a sharp pain in his chest as if it was burned by a branding iron. He unbuttoned his coat and shirt and saw a scarlet palm print on the center of his chest.
"Tibetan Mahamudra..." Zheng Yubai murmured, knowing that he had finally met a strong opponent this time. (To be continued)