Shen Mo said, "I know."
An Ci glanced at Shi Che. He just wanted her to start a fight and bully a child.
Shen Mo watched An Ci pick up the cards. Compared with the previous round, this hand was obviously better.
After getting familiar with the rules, An Ci played cards much faster, but the bad thing was that she played too quickly without counting the cards, which made it easy for her to get into trouble.
Just as she played a card, Old Master Song pushed his own card aside and said cheerfully, "Block."
An Ci's hands were still frozen in the air, "..."
Old Master Song looked over and said, "Thank you, son of a bitch."
Knowing that she had no cash on her, Shen Mo took out his phone and transferred money to Shi Che, "Uncle Che, I want to exchange cash with you."
Shi Che laughed in anger, "Why haven't you been so generous to me?"
Having said that, he opened the drawer and took out a stack of large bills and gave it to him.
Shen Mo took it and handed it to An Ci.
"I have my own money." An Ci said as he prepared to get his cell phone.
Shen Mo held her back and said, "You can fight me first, and then return it to me after you're done."
Hearing this, An Ci sat back in his chair and took out five brand new banknotes and handed them to Mr. Song.
Old Master Song reached out and took it, teasing, "Kid, are you still going to fight?"
An Ci wasn't afraid, "Go ahead and fight."
"I guess she won't fight anymore after she loses." Shi Che added.
An Ci fought back, "Uncle Che, you'll never find a girlfriend like this."
Come on, let's hurt each other.
Who is afraid of whom.
The others burst into laughter, Shi Che groaned, and was choked and speechless for a moment.
For the next five consecutive rounds, An Ci didn't win once. He was either tipped or someone else won by self-drawing, which perfectly proved the saying, "Older people are wiser."
Watching the big bills flowing into their pockets like water, An Ci began to doubt his life.
"Xiao Ci, do you still want to play?" An Zhenxiong looked at the only two big bills she had left and couldn't help laughing.
An Ci didn't feel bad about the money, he was just a little depressed because he lost every time. Even if he could win just one time, it would be fine.
Unable to bear her depressed look, Shen Mo rubbed her head and said, "I'll help you fight."
An Ci glanced at him sideways and nodded hesitantly, "Okay."
She also wanted to know what kind of strength Shen Mo meant by "okay".
She and Shen Mo switched positions. Shen Mo was tall and had long arms, so he didn't need a pillow.
"You two are taking turns to play, and we haven't decided whether we agree or not." Shi Che said with a smile.
Shen Mo said calmly, "We agreed that winning and losing would be 50-50."
Hearing this, Shi Che was speechless.
Mr. Song and the other man were curious about Shen Mo's ability and tacitly agreed to let him replace An Ci.
Shen Mo reached out to take the cards, and his skillful movements showed that he had played cards before.
However, when An Ci saw his cards, the corners of his lips trembled.
This card is worse than the one she got.
Is it true that when he said it was okay, he was not being modest and it was really okay?
Mr. Song and his companions are all veterans. They can tell what the cards are just by feeling them, and they play them very quickly.
But Shen Mo was not in a panic. He calmly drew and played the cards, occasionally glancing at the pile of cards that had been played.
Shi Che played a card, "Red center."
Shen Mo, "Pong." Then he drew out two cards and placed them flat on the table, and then took the red card that Shi Che played.
Shi Che raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you touch it when your Grandpa Song hit you just now?"
"There wasn't a pair just now." Shen Mo said calmly, "We just got together."
An Ci echoed, "I'll prove it."
Shi Che looked at the two of them, reached out to touch the cards, and played without hesitation, "Eight of bamboo."
Shen Mo, "Bang."
Shi Che hadn't taken his hand away yet, and turned to look at him, "Did you just get together again?"
Shen Mo, "I guess so."
An Ci continued to chime in, "I'll prove it."
She was telling the truth. Shen Mo didn't even have a pair of cards at the beginning.
Shi Che laughed, "You're on the same team, so of course you'll speak up for him."
An Ci shrugged, with an expression that said, "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me."
It was Shi Che's turn to draw cards again. This time he was more cautious and hesitated for a few seconds before playing.
At the same time, he glanced at Shen Mo and felt inexplicably relieved when he saw that he didn't shout "bang" again.
After a smooth circle, it was Shen Mo's turn to draw a card. He glanced at the cards in his hand, put them on the table with a "pa" and spat out two words, "self-draw."
Mr. Song and the other two were stunned for a moment, looking at his cards with strange expressions.
He actually got the last two-tube card?
The blind cat caught a dead mouse.
As the only person who witnessed the entire process of Shen Mo's cards, An Ci was so shocked that he was speechless.
Although Shen Mo got very bad cards at the beginning, it has to be said that he had good luck in drawing cards. Almost whatever he lacked, he got it. He was simply possessed by the Emperor of Luck.
Mr. Song came back to his senses, took out ten large bills and handed them to him, saying with a smile, "You kid have something."
An Zhenxiong and Shi Che followed suit and gave money.
Shen Mo took it with both hands and said thank you politely. The next second he handed the money to An Ci and said, "Keep it."
An Ci took it with a smile, and his money-grubber look made Mr. Song and the others laugh.
Another round started, and in less than five minutes, Shen Mo was confused, and Mr. Song fired a shot.
An Ci smiled, showing his white teeth, and actively reached out to take the money with both hands, "Thank you, Grandpa."
Old Master Song felt that this sentence sounded familiar for some reason. He raised his eyes to look at Shen Mo and became extremely alert.
"Come on, continue."
He just couldn't believe that he could lose to a kid.
Shen Mo won two games in a row, and An Zhenxiong and Shi Che's desire to win was also aroused.
When Song Xiunian came back after answering the phone, he saw that the atmosphere at the card table was unprecedentedly serious. His eyes swept over Shen Mo and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
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