"Ma'el's hopes have grown again?"
"Anyone with eyes can see that."
These people were chatting here, and the bar owner was itching to join in. He came to the center of the round table, lit a cigarette, and said, "Do you know what?"
"What?"
Most turned to look at him, the bar owner still held some weight in their hearts, his words naturally had to be listened to.
"Poker is a kind of wisdom."
The bar owner took a puff of his cigarette, playing the role of Jones's ardent follower, "I've been watching Jones—first poker, second poker, third poker!"
He lifted his head, utterly enchanted, as if he had touched a bit of Jones's realm, "Poker... Poker... Poker!"
The others in the bar looked at him with puzzled faces, feeling a bit strange, yet slightly intoxicated.
Just then, Jones walked in from outside, laughing heartily, seemingly understanding from the cheers inside the stadium that the team had scored again.
"Did they score?"
