In the countryside, people usually play small mahjong games with no significant wins or losses.
But after two hours, Zhao Tienan had lost nearly three hundred yuan.
There was nothing he could do, his mahjong skills were mediocre and couldn't compare to people like Zhang Danfeng, who spent their days at the mahjong table.
Moreover, his luck today was particularly bad, he hardly won any rounds.
But when Zhao Tienan glanced over, he saw that Sun Jiumengzi had lost even more terribly, all the money from selling sheep was gone.
"Damn it, today is really cursed, not winning any rounds, and constantly giving away winning tiles..."
Sun Jiumengzi was visibly upset by his losses, and he started cursing and muttering to himself.
Was it really cursed?
He was drinking and playing cards at the same time, his eyes were glazed over, and he couldn't remember the cards, how could he not lose?
"Won again!"
