Who goes to work if they're a decent person?

Chapter 48 This is a sure loss

Pushing open the door to the inner room, it was indeed not the employees' office.

Instead, it was a dimly lit warehouse, filled with the smell of dust and old cardboard boxes.

There was only a dim incandescent light overhead, and the shelves were cluttered with cardboard boxes and other miscellaneous items, making the aisle very narrow.

Shen Feng led the way, walking a path he knew very well.

Su Ming followed behind him, adjusting to the light while looking around.

If it weren't for all those crammed shelves, this warehouse would be quite large.

Soon, Su Ming followed Shen Feng to a wall that was covered by a dark curtain and stopped.

Shen Feng lifted the curtain with his hand, revealing a rather sturdy iron door with a peephole and an inconspicuous electronic doorbell.

Shen Feng pressed the doorbell, and the door opened a few seconds later.

A wave of smoke immediately wafted out, and Su Ming frowned.

Behind the door lies another world.

The inside was much more spacious than the outside hall, and it was brightly lit.

The hall was filled with tables, including square tables, round tables, and card tables covered with green velvet.

Almost all the tables were occupied; some were engrossed in their work, while others were flushed with excitement.

Su Ming glanced at it and saw that there were all sorts of games available.

Poker, mahjong, dominoes, and even many other types of cards that Su Ming didn't recognize.

This is a card room, or more accurately, an underground casino.

Upon entering, there is a simple reception desk next to the door.

The glass display case is filled with different brands of cigarettes, drinks, and some snacks.

A woman, dressed provocatively and probably in her thirties, was sitting behind the counter, smoking a cigarette.

Shen Feng was clearly familiar with the place. He led Su Ming straight to the front desk and knocked on the table.

"Sister Hong, change the code!"

The woman called Sister Hong looked up, saw Shen Feng, exhaled a puff of smoke, and smiled broadly: "Oh, Brother Feng, you're back so soon?"

"Stop talking nonsense, change the code first, I'll bring my brother over to play."

As he spoke, he patted Su Ming on the back, indicating that he should give him the money.

Su Ming thought for a moment, picked up his phone, and scanned the QR code on the table to pay 5000 yuan.

"Shall we exchange for five thousand chips first?" Su Ming said.

The woman's smile widened when she saw Su Ming sweep up 5000 yuan in one go.

It turns out the young man next to him was a sucker he brought; no wonder he was in such a hurry.

Sister Hong winked at Su Ming, then deftly took out two kinds of round plastic chips from the counter.

The red ones are 100 each, and the green ones are 500 each.

He counted 5 green codes and 25 red codes, then pushed them in front of the two people.

Shen Feng naturally took all the green codes, then counted out 5 red codes for himself and gave the remaining 20 red codes to Su Ming.

This means he suddenly got 3000 yuan worth of chips, while Su Ming only had 2000 chips.

"I'll take 3000 first, and I'll give you a share if we win." Shen Feng grinned, weighed the chips in his hand, and they made a soft clattering sound.

"Come on, let me show you around for a couple of laps."

As he spoke, he walked directly and purposefully toward the mahjong area on one side of the hall.

There were seven or eight automatic mahjong tables there, most of which were occupied by people, and the sound of shuffling the tiles filled the air.

Shen Feng led Su Ming directly to a mahjong table in the corner, where only three people were sitting.

A bald, fat man, a man with a buzz cut wearing a gold chain, and a middle-aged man with wrinkled clothes.

The three of them lit up when they saw Shen Feng return.

"Hey, Feng, you got the funds back so quickly?"

The bald, fat man chuckled and joked, his eyes fixed on the green chips in Shen Feng's hand.

"Absolutely, we're here to change our luck," Shen Feng said casually. "You guys make way for one of you, I'm bringing my brother-in-law over to have some fun and learn a thing or two."

"Brother-in-law?" The man with the gold chain and buzz cut glanced at Su Ming, then gave the middle-aged man next to him a wink.

The middle-aged man instantly understood and stood up.

"My luck is terrible, you guys play, I'm not playing anymore."

With that, the middle-aged man left.

Su Ming sat down where the middle-aged man had been, intending to try out his gambling skills as well.

The automatic mahjong table began shuffling the tiles, emitting a low hum.

After the cards were shuffled, the group began to arrange them.

While arranging the cards, Shen Feng gave Su Ming a brief explanation of the rules.

"The rules are very simple: Red Dragon can be any card. It doesn't matter what the hand is, just get a 'small win'."

You can't eat, you can only pong (three of a kind). After winning, draw a tile from the back of the deck.

"If the player who wins has a Red Dragon in their hand, they draw 6 tiles. If they don't have a Red Dragon, what happens? They draw a 1, 5, or 9, or they draw a Red Dragon, and that counts as winning."

"If you match one number, your winnings double; two numbers double; three numbers quadruple. Got it?"

Su Ming nodded. The rules sounded simple: after winning a hand, you could draw a prize, and the winnings would multiply several times over.

"The base is 100, and the price will be doubled if the number of digits is doubled," the man with the gold chain and buzz cut next to him added.

"No problem, let's get started," the bald fat man urged.

"Let's do it!" Shen Feng exclaimed excitedly, his previous dejected expression completely gone.

After arranging the cards, Su Ming looked at his starting hand, which was a mess, with all the winds (east, south, west, north) mixed up.

The only red thing I can look forward to is that I have a red center.

Shen Feng was staying at Su Mingshang's house, and he drew an East Wind card.

It was Su Ming's turn, but instead of thinking about how to play the game, he was thinking about how to test this reverse buff.

The pattern observed on the fruit machine is that, in probabilistic events, the fewer options he selects, the higher the probability of the event occurring.

But this is mahjong, so how should it be represented?

The cards are fixed, and winning requires combinations. Are you going to silently think about the cards you don't need?

Although he thought it was unscientific and ridiculous, he still had to give it a try.

So he followed the East wind, and then silently recited the winds of east, south, west, north, and north, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Anyway, he was silently reciting the cards he didn't want. In his mind, thinking about the cards he didn't want, the reverse buff should give him the cards he needed.

After going around once, it was his turn to draw a card.

He then drew another East Wind card.

"Damn! This won't work. It seems this skill is based on reality; if I generate the East Wind myself, it means I don't want it."

Triggering the reverse buff allows you to continue to benefit from the east wind.

"Damn it, isn't this unsolvable? Whatever I hit, that's what I get?"

Su Ming felt something was wrong; logically, this shouldn't be happening.

He continued to play this card, then pondered where things went wrong.

Soon, they went around the circle again, and it was Su Ming's turn to draw a card once more.

This time, he failed to get the east wind again.

It's a three of a kind, useless against his hand.

So he casually threw out the three.

"Damn! Hahaha..."