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Chapter 85: Accompany you to do what men love to do

A new game started. Perhaps Zhang Mingyang's unwillingness to admit defeat brought him good luck. Zhao Jianhui picked up the cards Dong Dong Dong, Nan Nan Nan, Xi Xi Xi, Bei Bei Bei, and a 50,000 card.

Zhao Jianhui looked at the row of mahjong tiles in front of him, and a sad look appeared on his face. He turned to ask Dongfang Wenying who was sitting next to him: "My luck can't be so bad? Why are the cards so bad? When can I play so many winds?"

Dongfang Wenying rolled her eyes at him charmingly and chuckled. She thought to herself that you are obviously in a big four-happy posture. As long as you get another 50,000, you will win. This 88-point game will win back half of the money you lost before. Why are you pretending to be confused?

Who knew that Huang Yifeng, the previous player, played a battle of Dongfeng. Zhao Jianhui then drew a card. He grabbed it and saw that it was another Beifeng. He raised his hand and played the lonely 50,000 card.

"You..." Dongfang Wenjing leaned towards Zhao Jianhui, her towering chest gently rubbing against Zhao Jianhui's arm. Zhao Jianhui thought, is it not just giving money but also trying to seduce? But now is not the time, right?

Then, Dongfang Wenjing put her mouth close to Zhao Jianhui's ear and lowered her voice: "Why play 50,000? What's the point of keeping that North Wind? You have a big four..."

Zhao Jianhui turned his head and his face was almost close to Dongfang Wenying's face: "I'll tell you the truth, actually I don't understand your way of playing at all, I just played with people twice when I was in Guizhou Province, and the small money I won was all in this bag..."

Hearing him say this, Dongfang Wenying smiled and nodded: "Next time, be beaten out by the wind, and keep whatever card you touch..."

As she spoke, the hand behind her made a gesture to Huang Yifeng.

Draw a card... This time, Zhao Jianhui drew a green hair. Just now, Fang Guozhuang and Zhang Mingyang, Zhao Jianhui's next players, had already played a green hair each. Zhao Jianhui listened to Dongfang Wenying's words and kept the green hair and played the north wind.

Dongfang Wenying's face almost turned green after seeing this. She thought to herself that your hand of cards is really bad. Why did you draw such a card? There must be another green hair that has not come out. Otherwise, no matter it is in Fang Guozhuang's or Zhang Mingyang's hands, one of them will definitely not play the green hair.

Huang Yifeng must not have it in his hand, otherwise she would not play the east wind right away. Generally speaking, people who play cards will first play the green hair, and then play other winds.

"Hey, this card can't be kept, or you have to change it..." Dongfang Wenying said in a low voice. But Zhao Jianhui smiled: "I won money several times because of this card. This card is my lucky star. I can't play it. Even if I don't win this time, I have to keep it." As he said this, Zhao Jianhui had already put all the cards in his hand on the table, holding the green hair in his hand and waiting to draw a card.

Dongfang Wenying secretly cursed: "You are such a stubborn donkey. You hold such a card. Even if those three people want to give it to you, they can't give it to you."

Drawing cards... playing cards...

After three or five rounds, seeing that there are fewer and fewer cards on the table, Zhao Jianhui still held the green hair tightly and didn't throw it away. Dongfang Wenying almost wanted to snatch it from him and put it on the table for him to change it. But thinking that doing so would inevitably cause Zhao Jianhui's disgust, he could only be anxious on the side, hoping that the unique green hair would come out quickly.

Even the other few people who already knew what cards Zhao Jianhui wanted were praying in their hearts that the green hair must not be in the last few cards, otherwise they would have to lose the cards.

Draw a card... play - this card really can't be played. Zhao Jianhui slapped the card he just grabbed on the table with a snap, and shouted excitedly: "Give me money, self-drawn big four, hehehe..."

Looking at his current appearance, he is clearly a half-grown child who has never seen the world. How can he be a department-level official?

Dongfang Wenying couldn't help but curl her lips, and a trace of disdain appeared in the corner of her eyes. "Humph, do you need to spend so much effort to deal with him? Just take out a card as I said and deal with him, why bother so much?"

Zhang Mingyang sat opposite her and saw the expression on her face clearly. He couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand and coughed softly.

The three players lost 8,800 yuan to Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui had lost more than 50,000 yuan just now, and this time he really got half of it back.

Then he drew the cards. This time, Zhao Jianhui no longer shouted that he wanted to leave, but looked eager, as if he wanted to win the other three players.

After another three rounds of playing cards, a thick stack of banknotes had fallen in front of Zhao Jianhui. There was no way, the drawer could no longer hold it. The girl sitting on the right of Zhao Jianhui and the girl massaging Zhao Jianhui's feet under the table had already won thousands of yuan just by drinking the wedding noodles.

"Pah..." Zhao Jianhui put another card on the table. Twelve cards had already fallen, and he was holding one card in his hand. After picking up the cards, Zhao Jianhui slapped them on the table without even looking at them: "Monotonous nine tubes, self-drawn..." The voice was simply proud and arrogant.

Seeing that there was almost three to five million in front of Zhao Jianhui, Zhang Mingyang pushed the cards aside and said, "I'm really unlucky today. I won't play anymore. I'll have some tea before I go home. I have a meeting tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scorching thunder in the sky outside, followed closely by the sound of rain. Dongfang Wenying laughed: "Director Zhao, this is a coincidence. There is a saying that God will leave people alone. Now here, God will leave people alone. When we go back to the hotel, you will be alone. I will Why don't you just stay here and I'll arrange a car to take you there tomorrow."

Zhao Jianhui looked at the bills on the table, his Adam's apple trembled, looked at Fang Guozhuang and asked, "What did Leader Fang say? If you don't go back, it doesn't matter where I live."

Fang Guozhuang said to himself, "Why will it stop you from living here if I go back?" I really wanted to live here, but that girl Dongfang Wenying didn't say let me stay.

"We're not leaving anymore. We'll all stay here tonight. I'll arrange a place for you two right away." Dongfang Wenying said, and ordered the girl who was sitting next to Zhao Jianhui just now: "Xiaolian, go... …”

"Brother Fang, please stay with Director Zhao today. I really want to go back. My home is relatively close, so even if it rains, it won't matter. You are far away from here, so just let Mr. Dongfang arrange a place." He said while As he said that, he stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Jianhui's hand: "Have a good rest, Director Zhao. I'll go ahead. I really have something else to do in the evening."

Zhao Jianhui smiled cheerfully and said, "Go slowly, or I won't give it away." As he said this, he turned to look at the pile of money on the table.

Zhang Mingyang couldn't help but smile: "Haha, just stay here and let a little girl hold an umbrella to send me out. You don't want to see me off..." As he said this, he walked out, with tea and water beside him. The two little girls followed him out.

Dongfang Wenying smiled at Zhao Jianhui: "Director Zhao, it's inconvenient for you to hold so much money. Do you need me to change it into a card for you to take with you?"

Zhao Jianhui asked in surprise: "Does your resort have a bank?"

Dongfang Wenying smiled after hearing this: "Even if there is a bank, I'm afraid it will be off work long ago. Let's do this. I will write you a check for five million. No matter how much money is on the table, I won't count it anymore for fear of trouble. It’s not like outsiders can take advantage of losses.”

While he was talking, he actually took out the checkbook from his small bag and wrote a check for five million yuan to Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui took it and looked at it carefully before putting the check into his pocket.

Under Dongfang Wenying's arrangement, the girl accompanying Fang Guozhuang took him out. Dongfang Wenying smiled and opened another door directly opposite the small living room and mahjong room: "Director Zhao, the conditions in this place are a little rough, so please be more patient."

This is considered simple, so what can luxury look like? Inside the door pushed open by Dongfang Wenying, whether it was the big bed inside or the sofa opposite the big bed, they all exuded a warm, elegant and luxurious atmosphere.

The girl in the red cheongsam who accompanied Zhao Jianhui just now walked in with him and looked up at Zhao Jianhui: "It's not too late. Boss, do you want to go singing or take a sauna? It looks like it's going to rain tonight." It’s tomorrow morning. Even if we stop right away, you can’t leave anyway, so it doesn’t matter if it’s earlier or later.”

Zhao Jianhui smiled and waved his hand: "I don't want it anymore. I feel a little tired too. It's better to have a good sleep than anything else." The girl stood gracefully in front of Zhao Jianhui, with a little desire and a touch of playfulness. He said: "Oh, it's okay to be alone. I can't sleep for a long time. I will be alone when I go back."

"Oh? Really? If you don't go back to rest, what do you want?" Zhao Jianhui asked stupidly.

"Hee hee, you are such a handsome boy, you really know how to joke! I will do whatever you want." The girl took another step closer to Zhao Jianhui.

"Well……!"

"Hey, do you want to find a beautiful woman to accompany you for a while?"

"It's so late, where should I go to look for you?"

"Isn't there one in front of you?" The girl smiled with an ambiguous expression.

"Are you talking about you? What can you do with me?" Zhao Jianhui asked pretending not to understand.

"Talking, chatting, listening to music, you can do whatever you want!"

Zhao Jianhui looked at her playfully and said, "Then what do you think the two of us can do?"

The girl smiled charmingly: "You are really bad at your age. Of course you are doing what you men want to do most! What else can you do?"