The weapon by the pillow

Chapter 85 The God of Gamblers Deliveryman

"It's so spicy it'll kill you... What kind of weird stuff is this?!"

"No, no...who would order takeout this late at night!"

The people in the mahjong parlor were taken aback at first, but when they heard it was takeout, they resumed their noisy behavior.

"You've come to the wrong place!" The fat man playing cards by the door replied without even looking up, "Hurry up and get out of here, don't interrupt my self-draw..."

"Who says no one ordered takeout!" Cheng Jing lit her lighter with a "click," lit another cigarette, took a drag, and then waved her hand. "I ordered it, bring it over!"

"It's yours! The last four digits are..." The deliveryman hurried over and asked repeatedly.

"7403..." Cheng Jing said casually without even looking up.

The card room suddenly fell silent again.

The old man opposite paused in his hand holding the cards, and looked up at Cheng Jing.

"I'm going to play a nine..." Cheng Jing picked up a card and was about to play it when a hand reached out and pressed her hand down. "You can't play it!! Playing this edge nine will give you a winning hand. You'd better save it and wait..."

"Delivery guy! Stop causing trouble, okay? A gentleman keeps quiet while looking at the cards! Finish your delivery and leave now--" The man next to him, who was about to push the cards, got angry and glared at the deliveryman.

"Young man! I'll listen to you this once. Which card do you want to play?" Cheng Jing withdrew the nine of bamboo she was holding between her fingers. "It's okay, you don't have to take responsibility!"

"Is that irresponsible? Then I think..." The deliveryman adjusted his helmet, reached out and lightly swept his hand across a row of mahjong tiles in front of Cheng Jing, then pulled out a tile and threw it onto the table. "Play it, three of a kind!"

"Ah! This is ruining my good hand! You... are you sabotaging this or someone's spy?!" Cheng Jing shouted, making a move to take the cards back.

"The deal's already been made, there's no going back!" A hand moved even faster, grabbing the tiles. "A pair of three of a kind, I'll take them!"

"Look, look, I didn't get to touch it, but someone else did!" Cheng Jing said angrily.

"Give me twenty thousand..."

Seeing the old woman next to her hand out 20,000, Cheng Jing, who had just been angry, suddenly brightened up and shouted:

"I...won...!"

Cheng Jing's loud shout immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the mahjong parlor.

Everyone looked over and saw that it really was a case of "all under heaven returning to one," with a 30,000 tile split to reveal a 20,000 tile that was never played again. Everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances at the deliveryman.

"Young man, with you here, this is my first time winning a hand..." Cheng Jing was so happy she almost cried. "Come on, play a couple more rounds for me, and I'll just eat the super spicy dish you gave me!"

"No...no...it won't work! I haven't delivered the order yet!" the deliveryman said awkwardly, but his eyes were still fixed on the card table, indicating that he was also a card player.

"You're not going to help, huh! Then I'll give you a five-star review!!" Everyone has their own tricks for dealing with delivery drivers.

Seeing the delivery driver's pitiful, almost tearful expression, Cheng Jing added, "If you win, it's yours; if you lose, it's on me, okay?"

"But...you said it!" Upon hearing this, the deliveryman immediately perked up. He put the delivery box aside, pulled up a chair, and sat down in the spot Cheng Jing had vacated. The other three people at the table exchanged glances, remained silent, and resumed their card game.

This time, the situation at the card table changed, and the deliveryman actually won three consecutive hands!

As they drew their next hand of cards, the man next to them spoke up, "Young man, you should probably go deliver food!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I've already asked the platform for leave, I won't be doing any deliveries tonight!" The deliveryman was excited. He didn't expect to be so lucky today, and even met a generous lady who let him win without charging him any fees.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the cards in his hand, spread them out, and said, "It seems... I've won again, a perfect hand!"

"What!" Even the gaunt old man opposite him stood up in astonishment.

Then he sat down again, exchanged a glance with the old woman next to him, and whispered, "Young man, want to go over there and win big money!"

"The other side... I can't go there. I'm just a poor food delivery guy. I doubt they'd even let me in the door. Besides, I'm just having a lucky day. This kind lady let me play a few rounds so I can earn some money to buy clothes for my girlfriend!" The deliveryman shook his head repeatedly, but his hands didn't stop. He started picking up cards again.

"I've been observing you for a while, and I see you've got some skills!" The old man's voice was still low, and as he spoke, he casually played a card.

Cheng Jing couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She knew Cheng Tan was a programmer who relied on algorithms to play cards. If he hadn't been imagining things for her on the way, she would have thought he was a gambling god too.

"I'm really not as good as you say, but you played your hand terribly, and yet... you won!" The deliveryman, Cheng Tan, said somewhat awkwardly to the old man, "Play big, not small... that's a basic rule of card games!"

"See... you still said no!" The old man looked at Cheng Tan with satisfaction. "How about I take you to the other side? I have a membership card, and I'll pay for it. You just focus on winning money, just like her..."

The old man pointed at Cheng Jing, who was eating a hamburger and sweating profusely from the spiciness.

"If we lose, it's on me; if we win, it's all yours!"

"Is this for real?!" Cheng Tan looked at the old man in disbelief. "Uncle, even if I'm just a deliveryman, I'm not someone you can joke around with like this. I just won a few hands of cards from you. Forget it, I'm leaving. Ma'am, I've hurt your pride, I'm not playing for you anymore!"

After saying that, Cheng Tan got up and left angrily.

"Young man, wait a moment!" The old woman suddenly reached out and gently pulled Cheng Tan back.

"Why don't you sit down and let Old Zhang finish what he has to say?" she said earnestly.

"Well... go ahead and say it!" Cheng Tan still looked displeased. "After you're done, I have to go back to delivering takeout!"

"Actually, we knew you two were together as soon as you came in!" the old man said suddenly, staring at Cheng Tan.

"What!" Cheng Jing, who was eating chicken nuggets, couldn't help but tremble, and the chicken nuggets fell to the ground. A look of astonishment appeared on her face.

"Because this Xiaohao Mahjong Parlor is closing today. The people who come to play are all old friends of many years. We have already put up a notice that it is closing down..." The old man pointed casually.

Cheng Jing saw that a sign had been erected by the door at some point, with the four characters "Cessation of Business" written in calligraphy on it.

"Is...that's how it is!" Cheng Jing was also a little embarrassed, as she hadn't noticed when she lifted the curtain to come in.

"This mahjong parlor is a gathering place for our old neighbors. We've all grown attached to it. It's not that we don't want to keep it open, it's just that the owner, Jin Xiaohao, offended someone and was arrested..."

"It must be that online live-streaming case!" Cheng Jing interjected. "I've heard a little about it..."

"Xiao Hao is a good man!" the old woman said. "We know he's innocent because we were playing mahjong here that night and didn't go anywhere, but he was caught taking the blame!"

"You can all testify!" Cheng Jing exclaimed excitedly. "Then let's go to the police station now..."

"No, it's no use..." The man next to him shook his head. "I heard this case has already been closed!"

"We just want to keep him alive!" the old man sighed.

"Could it be that there's some kind of powerful person with connections to the heavens?" Cheng Tan seemed to understand.

"Young man, you're indeed clever!" The old man nodded. "The owner of the teahouse across the street once said that whoever beats him at cards can do him a favor! Maybe he can save him!"

"We've been searching here all day and haven't found a suitable candidate... We never expected you to come!" the woman said.

"But I still don't quite believe that you neighbors could..." Cheng Tan shook his head.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice drifted out from the inner room:

"What if it were his mother making the request?"