I stepped on the point, and within the stipulated time, I arrived at Binjiang Road.

Walk more than ten meters ahead, and you can reach the Good Brother Teahouse.

Uncle Liu and Huang Mao, who were waiting for me at the door, didn't hesitate to see me arrive at this time.

Take me straight inside with you.

At the same time, Uncle Liu also spoke:

"You'll see the curator in a moment, don't talk nonsense.

The curator has a very bad temper and can be said to be irritable.

Let you answer whatever you answer.

Say whatever you want, don't say a word.

Do you understand? ”

Huang Mao and I didn't dare to slack off when we saw Uncle Liu being so serious.

After all, the entire funeral home is the curator who has the final say.

Although we were qualified to become regulars, the final interview was with the curator.

A word from the curator can let us stay, and a word can also drive us off Phoenix Mountain.

So I both nodded:

"Got it, Uncle Liu!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Liu, I'll be a robot after I go in, ask a word."

Uncle Liu saw me and Huang Mao talking, nodded "um", and then led us to the teahouse.

The tea house is very high-class and the decoration is also very good.

The welcome lady at the door greeted us with a smile when she saw us enter:

"Three, do you have an appointment?"

Uncle Liu said directly:

"We're looking for someone, may I ask where is the private room of Tianxiang Pavilion?"

"Yes sir, this way, please!"

After speaking, the welcome lady motioned to a service lady and led us forward.

The specifications of such a tea house are the best I have seen so far.

It's definitely the high-end route.

Tastefully decorated and tasteful.

Here you can not only play cards, but also have a relaxation area, a pastry area, etc.

And I paid special attention to the layout of this tea house, and found that it is very doorway.

Sitting north and facing south, the two lions at the door open their mouths.

Nine Palace Standing Hall.

The moire pattern of the Xuannu is painted on it.

Set up three halls and six roads, and a golden ruby ship in the middle is pressed.

It's definitely a fortune game.

Absorb the wealth of the Quartet.

This feng shui layout is definitely guided by a master.

I saw it now, too, and I was shocked.

But let me do it, I'm sure I don't have the skills.

Walking through the hall, passing by private rooms.

From time to time, you can hear the sound of playing mahjong.

Soon, we were taken to a private room.

There are three words on it: "Tianxiang Pavilion".

It's just that as soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a violent voice inside:

"Grass mud horse, such a good card can't be nonsense."

"Hahaha!"

"Curator Chu, you're a little lucky!"

"Fuck you, come back again, Lao Tzu will definitely be able to turn it over today."

“……”

Then there is the sound of "bang-la-la" mahjong machine washing mahjong.

Miss Service, at this time she pointed politely and politely:

"Three gentlemen, this is Tianxiang Pavilion."

Uncle Liu nodded:

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome sir, have a good time, just call us if you need to."

After speaking, the service lady turned around and left.

Uncle Liu looked at the spot, nine thirty-eight.

"Remember my words."

Uncle Liu glanced at us and admonished.

Huang Mao and I nodded very seriously.

Just a few words from the private room just now made me and Huang Mao a little panicked.

In the private room, he is called "Curator Chu", one by one, the quintessence of the country, clamoring to turn over the book, nine times out of ten is the curator we have never met.

Uncle Liu stood at the door and tidied up his collar.

Even the breathing calmed down a bit.

Then, he reached out and knocked on the door, "Knock, knock......"

After a few knocks, an impatient voice came from the room;

"Come in!"

Hearing this, Uncle Liu tiptoed and dared to reach out to open the door.

"Click!"

The door opened.

The scene in the house also came into view in an instant.

In a large and elegantly decorated private room, three men and one woman are sitting, all of whom look older.

I'm playing mahjong right now.

There are two men and one woman, we can all see the appearance.

The woman has short silver hair, although it is well maintained and rich.

The other two men, one Mediterranean and the other with a goatee.

They all look over sixty years old.

Only a man with a big back with his back to us, his face in sight.

Uncle Liu took us and walked in directly.

It's just that as soon as I entered the house, I felt a burst of ghostly aura.

It's weak, but it's really a yin ghost.

It means that this room is probably not very clean.

But on second thought, it's not right.

In this, there is our curator playing cards.

What can be an eye-opening thing that dares to be presumptuous here?

But at this time, Huang Mao next to me stiffened, revealing a frightened expression.

His eyes widened as he stared into the dark corners of the room.

I saw that Huang Mao was suddenly stunned, and he was still staring at an open area.

It's also a shock.

Huang Mao has yin and yang eyes, and he must have seen things that we can't see with our naked eyes.

But when you meet the curator, you must not lose your temper.

I grabbed him and winked.

Signal Huang Mao not to be surprised.

Huang Mao quickly came back to his senses and nodded at me, but his eyes still looked into the dark part of the room from time to time.

I don't know what is there that can make Huang Mao so nervous, and even with trepidation.

At the poker table, several people didn't look at us, they were concentrating on the table.

Uncle Liu took us to the mahjong table.

He first hugged his fists in front of the table, and then said to the man with his back to us with his big back:

"Curator, someone is here."

Uncle Liu's usual fierce and domineering appearance is now like a little sheep.

The voice of the speaker has been lowered by several degrees.

Huang Mao and I, who were standing behind, also clenched our fists at this time and did not speak.

None of the four people playing cards turned their heads to look at us.

Playing cards on his own.

Uncle Liu, who was standing in front and holding his fists, didn't move, and Huang Mao and I didn't dare to move.

Just standing.

"Chicken!"

"Chicken touch, two."

"Thirty thousand."

“……”

It wasn't until after they had played three rounds that the big back, with their back to us, suddenly touched a card.

Then there was a "bang" and it was slapped directly on the mahjong table.

"Hahaha, fuck, it's finally here.

Bian Jiujo is all self-touching, and the three families are ......"