Urban Life: Our Youth

"Oh, they are all on the phone downstairs. We have been waiting for a long time, and they still haven't finished the call," the waiter said with a smile, "So, I'm here to ask you to pay for the order."

"Okay," Zhou Youcai said, "How much will it cost?"

"four thousand."

"Say as much as you want! Say it again." Zhou Youcai thought he heard wrongly.

"Sir, it's 4000 yuan."

"What are we spending, so much money?"

"Sir, the fruit plate, plus drinks, the total price of the private room is 1000 yuan. In addition, plus the tips of the three beauties, which is 4000 yuan each, that is [-] yuan, the total is [-] yuan." The waiter continued to say with a smile. , However, the voice and movements are a bit awkward.

Zhou Youcai felt uncomfortable listening to his high-pitched voice, seeing his pretentious movements, and smelling the pungent perfume on his body. He asked, "Those three girls eat and drink from us, and they still want us to tip them." ?”

"Sir, you can't say that. They greet you with smiles, serve you tea and water, serve you enthusiastically, play with you, and make you happy. Everyone is working here, so it's not easy."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, I'll scan it for you." Zhou Youcai opened WeChat, scanned it, and bought the order.

He had just settled the bill when the young master came in from the door and asked the waiter with a smile: "How much is it? I'll pay the bill."

"Oh, your friend has already paid the bill just now." The waiter finished speaking and walked away.

"Youcai, look, I just received a call. I'm here to play tonight. I agreed to invite you. Why did you pay for it?" the young master said.

"We are good classmates and good brothers. Whether you pay the bill or I pay, it's the same." At this point, Zhou Youcai could only say this.

"That cost you money again. Let's go to the next show."

"Next show?"

"Yes, Mr. Li said that he hasn't played mahjong for a long time. He happened to be free today and was in a good mood, so he went to play for a while." Young Master said.

"I'm a little sleepy, so I won't go. Let's play some other time." Zhou Youcai said.

"It's still early tonight. It's not even eleven o'clock yet. What if you don't go? There is a friend waiting for us over there. We are just family members having fun together, and there are no outsiders. Let's go." The young master pulled Zhou Youcai out of the KTV. The three of them called a taxi and went straight to the mahjong parlor.

Natural mahjong parlor.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians on the street outside.

This mahjong parlor is located in the high-end villa community of Jinxiu Garden.

As soon as they arrived, a gay man came up to them, handed them Dachongjiu cigarettes, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, young master, little brother, welcome, welcome!"

Zhou Youcai took the cigarette, and the man came over to help him light the fire. He said very enthusiastically: "Little brother, is this your first time here to play here?"

"Yes." Zhou Youcai said.

"I see you are shining brightly and have great luck. You will definitely be a super winner tonight."

"I'll lend you some good luck. If that's the case, your face money will be indispensable."

"Thank you, please come upstairs!"

Zhou Youcai saw that the man was in his 60s, short in stature, thin in body, with a shiny head and few hairs left, and he was dressed very plainly.

As they went up the stairs, Zhou Youcai asked the young master: "Who is this old man? You are very polite."

"Don't underestimate him. He is a big shot. He has several large trucks at home for transportation. He makes a lot of money every day. He is both a private and an official, and his hands and eyes are astute. This is called the richer, the more low-key." The young master said.

"Really? If you put it this way, he is a big boss. Why does he open a mahjong parlor if he is so rich?" Zhou Youcai asked.

"People don't do it for money, they just do it to make friends."

"So it is."