"They're doing great, they've found some people to continue playing mahjong with."
Mu Nanshu sent over two photos: "Three tables. Two for mahjong, one for poker."
Lu Cheng looked and laughed, "I told you, with Uncle Mu's level, there are plenty of people who want to give him gifts over the holidays. It's only back in his hometown that he's not so popular."
"Aren't you joining the game?" Lu Cheng asked.
"I'm chatting with you for now. Once we're done, I'll go over! My mom's calling me to the table; she's lost fifteen hundred." Mu Nanshu replied.
"What kind of stakes are these?" Lu Cheng asked.
"One hundred per round. Two hundred for winning, four bonus tiles, one-five-nine, each tile is a hundred." Mu Nanshu explained.
"I can't handle that. What we played at noon was definitely not mahjong," Lu Cheng said, his legs shaking a bit.
With this kind of stakes, losing or winning tens of thousands in a night is no big deal.
