The middle-aged man is purely a businessman and has no official background, and the young man's biggest background is just one of his distant relatives who served as a seven-rank official in the court, how can he compare with the Yang family's criminal department Shangshu?

But both of them are good-looking people, especially in this court, in full view of everyone, the young man stomped his foot, pointed at Yang Lihuan and said hatefully: "You wait, if I don't have an urgent matter now, I have to go home... After saying that, he left angrily, and I don't know if he was really angry or pretended.

"Seeing that you are still a teenager, so ignorant, Lao Tzu will not care about you, farewell!" The middle-aged businessman also walked away, and the scene was nearing the end, and most of the onlookers just dispersed their eyes to watch the play and continued to play their own mahjong.

Yang Lihuan was happy, smiling like a flower, rubbing mahjong and saying, "Come, let's start!" ”

"There's no hurry."

Lin Fan, who had just leaned against the wall to watch the play and listen to the play, sat up straight again, stretched his waist, looked at Yang Lihuan and smiled: "Does Yang Gongzi know the rules of this table?" ”

"Rules?"

Yang Lihuan shook his head blankly, he only knew that Lin Fan had been losing, and knew that this person's luck was better than his own, and he actually lost fifteen games in a row, at first he thought that this kid was deliberately losing, but after observing for so long, he really couldn't find a reason for this kid to lose on purpose, and watched him play for a long time, not like it was intentional, it seemed that he was not familiar with mahjong and was not good at playing, so he lost so badly.

This kind of unfamiliar with playing mahjong loses a lot of things Yang Lihuan has personally experienced, when he is bored at home, he often plays mahjong with a few little brothers and sisters at home, those little brothers and sisters are not good at the game, often lose, sometimes win is just happened to be bumped into, Yang Lihuan feels that the little boy in front of him belongs to this situation.

This kind of little boy should be a self-righteous person, think that the card skills are very good, learn a few tricks at home and think that you can go to the mahjong hall to show your skills, I really don't know how thick the sky is, and I don't know how shrewd the people who can come here, especially in this mahjong parlor, each is an old fritter, you a rabbit cub here is to give someone to slaughter.

Yang Lihuan is very sure that this little boy's family must be well-off, and the owner of his family must also love him very much, otherwise he would not be allowed to bring so much money out to squander... His master shouldn't know, so all the money on this kid was stolen? Loser・・・・・・

"Young Master Yang?"

"Huh?"

Seeing that Lin Fan and the other three were staring at him, Yang Lihuan knew that he was thinking too much, and he felt a little funny, thinking about what the little boy was doing, he asked Lin Fan with a bright smile: "Then what are the rules of our table?" ”

Lin Fan said indifferently: "If you want to play a hundred games, a hundred games will not be dispersed, if someone in the middle replaces it, it is okay, as if you just replaced that old man, this rule still applies, now you have played fifteen games, there are still eighty-five games, you have to finish these eighty-five games, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" ”

Yang Lihuan was stunned and asked softly, "Little brother, can you tell me what the consequences are?" ”

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Yang Gongzi asked this, could it be that he was afraid before playing?" If you're afraid, ・・・・・・ now."

"Who said I was scared."

Yang Lihuan lowered his head to wash mahjong to hide the trace of worry he had just now: "I'm just curious to ask... Let's not discuss this, eighty-five games will be eighty-five games." ”

After shuffling the cards, when he was about to throw the dice, Yang Lihuan suddenly stopped, and asked Lin Fan with a smile: "How big is the bet at this table?" ”

The purple-robed young man said: "One son and one hundred wen." ”

"A hundred words, ah・・・・・・"

Yang Lihuan muttered, silent and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, when he looked up, his eyes lit up: "One hundred wen is too little, how about two hundred?" ”

When he said this, in fact, he already knew that 100 Wen was enough, just now he played at that table for 80 Wen, most of the people here played about 100 Wen, the highest was 150 Wen, and there had never been 200 Wen, he believed that the bet he proposed would scare them to death.

If it weren't for the fact that he had lost all the money he had brought today, if he hadn't known that Lin Fan was very bad luck today, he wouldn't have the courage to make this request, this was a bet that no one had ever mentioned, and he was excited to think about it.

The white-shirted boy and the purple-robed boy were really stunned, they had never played such a big bet, two hundred Wen, twice as much as it is now... But thinking about the current situation, it is not harmful to themselves, that little boy is their God of Wealth today, and he specially sent money, and it is more beneficial for them if the stakes are high.

So, they don't have a problem either.

Lin Fan didn't expect this Yang Lihuan to make this request, obviously because he wanted to lose and wanted to kill himself more, and the two teenagers next to him also thought the same way, seeing that they agreed, with a hint of joy in their eyes, they already knew.

He wasn't surprised, but smiled and asked, "Is there a limit to the bets here?" ”

Yang Lihuan and the three of them glanced at each other, looking at Lin Fan blankly, Lin Fan waved his hand and called out to the guy, the guy who was scared just now appeared again, bowed with a smile and asked Lin Fan what he commanded.

After Lin Fan expressed his doubts, the guy politely replied: "Guest officer, there is no limit on bets, but since the opening of Qingfeng Mahjong Parlor, the highest bet is one hundred and fifty Wen, which is also set by the guest officers themselves, and it is generally about one hundred Wen here." ”

"Okay, let's go down."

His gaze fell back on Yang Lihuan and the three of them, Lin Fan coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Since you want to play big, then simply make it bigger, two hundred wen is still too little." ”

Yang Lihuan was surprised: "Then how much do you think?" ”

"Five hundred wen."

"Five hundred wen?!"

Yang Lihuan, the purple-robed boy, and the white-shirted boy were shocked almost at the same time, they thought that two hundred Wen was already very high, but they didn't expect that the little boy in front of them actually proposed it higher than they thought, more than twice as high, is this young man crazy?

They looked at Lin Fan in surprise and didn't say anything for a long time, they were very skeptical that this young man really had so much capital to lose.

Lin Fan looked at them playfully: "What, can't afford to play?" ”

"It's not."

Yang Lihuan smiled and said: "I want to know if you have the capital to play so big, you know, the mahjong parlor is not a casual river." ”

The other two obviously meant the same thing, staring at Lin Fan and waiting for him to say, Lin Fan smiled disapprerovingly, turned around and patted Shan Xiong, who was leaning against the wall and holding a wine gourd, and was still tasting it one bite at a time: "It's time to call them over." (To be continued.) )