Chapter 937: Chapter 937: The Sll of Copper is Too Strong_1 Chapter 937: Chapter 937: The Sll of Copper is Too Strong_1 Moreover, not only has Mahjong been changed into stacking gold bars, but other nas have been changed as well.
Copper, changed from the character for ‘tong’, which refers to the copper in copper coins.
Strings, these are also ‘strings’, but of gold bars instead.
Myriads, this ‘myriad’ refers to ten thousand taels silver.
East, South, West, North, and Center, these represent wealth from all directions.
Prosperity, it signifies becoming rich.
White board, this stands for gold bars.
To win, instead of using the sound ‘hu’ which isn’t good, it has been changed to ‘won’.
In a nutshell, this money-making idea, which ca to her after the scare yesterday, is to constantly remind her of the enormous debt she’s carrying on her back.
Yang Wenxiao “…”
Yang Hao “…”
These two generations of the family looked at each other, and in each other’s eyes, they both saw the word ‘resistance’.
The sll of tal was too strong; they didn’t want to touch it.
Qiao Xiaomai, as if not noticing their disdain, enthusiastically invited them to join in the fun, “Elder Emperor, Your Highness the Crown Prince, this ga is quite interesting. Let’s try a few hands. If you like it, then I and Third Young Master will go to Jì Wèi Jū and sell this idea to them.”
Yang Wenxiao, “… Alright.”
Since it was to make money, of course, he had no objections.
After all, the money making was also for road repairs.
With Yang Wenxiao having no objections, Yang Hao had even fewer. The two of them had no entertainnt in this place, so now they just went along with Qiao Xiaomai and the Third Young Master to try out this so-called stacking of gold bars!
Thinking like this, the four of them sat down at the round table.
In the first round, Qiao Xiaomai and the Third Young Master explained the rules, and everyone played very slowly.
In the second round, Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao already knew the rules but were still not proficient, treating it as practice.
In the third round, the grandfather and grandson duo got the hang of it.
Neither were fools; after hearing the rules twice they rembered them, and from then on, it ca down to luck.
In Qiao Xiaomai’s view, playing Mahjong is purely a matter of luck; she basically just got rid of whatever tile she didn’t like the look of, without much thought.
Playing, of course, is about relaxing and following one’s intuition, without using the brain.
But Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao were different; both clever individuals, Mahjong might depend on luck, but it wasn’t sothing you could win by playing blindly.
And as for luck, being from the Royal family, they naturally weren’t lacking.
But in a Mahjong ga, luck could be mysterious. Sotis you might not win a single hand all morning, and other tis you might win hand after hand.
This uncontrollable luck combined with so thinking was quite fresh for Yang Wenxiao and Yang Hao.
There’s a saying that beginners always have good luck. This was no lie. There was one ti when Yang Wenxiao threw the dice, picked up thirteen tiles and straight won.
This kind of good fortune left Qiao Xiaomai gaping in astonishnt; she considered herself worldly, but this was the first ti she’d seen such a play!
No, the first ti she’d even heard of it—she hadn’t even heard about such a thing before!
Her unintentionally displayed astonishnt pleased Yang Wenxiao, and his heart swelled with pride. Look at that, so many tiles randomly assembled, and he just picked up thirteen and straight up won!
Even in significant life events, this fleeting and elusive luck enveloped him.
On the trivial matter of stacking gold bars, the luck was still with him.
The true embodint of a winner in life!
“It does have so appeal, co on, let’s play a few more hands.” He spoke with noticeable enthusiasm.
Several more hands were quickly played until noon approached.
During this ti, Yang Wenxiao had his wins and losses, his luck was neither good nor bad.
However, that one hand where he won imdiately kept his spirits high, thinking to himself, what a fun ga!
Close to noon, Qiao Xiaomai announced she would go cook lunch, and only then did Yang Wenxiao reluctantly let her go.
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