Chapter 115 I won't be nervous if I don't charge you money
In Wang Fei's villa, beside the mahjong table, Zhang Yuan considered repeatedly and played a three-cake card.

"Win!" The Queen clapped her hands and said, "Come on, give me money, give me money!"

It’s so fucking hard to play cards with her... Zhang Yuan complained in his heart, but he had to put on an expression of disbelief, unacceptability and frustration on his face.

Wang Fei felt indescribably happy when he saw his troubled brows.

Hehe, let you go crazy!

The day before yesterday, you almost beat me to the point of taking off my pants. How about now?
I've made progress!
"A woman who is extremely vulnerable, don't, don't, don't come and go so suddenly..." The queen was in a good mood and even hummed a song.

Yes, it is easy to get hurt.

Zhang Yuan glanced at her.

But I'm the one who's hurt!

It's easy to win when playing cards with her, but it's really difficult to lose!

If we make a comparison, there is a person in later generations who holds titles such as "Go Promotion Ambassador", "Famous Second Dan Player", "2-16 Record Winner", "Inventor of the Ao Lao Tai Tactics", "Good Buddy of Go Master Nie Weiping", etc. She is not a famous player, the famous female anchor Zhan Ying.

Wang Fei’s idea of ​​playing cards is similar to this guy’s chess strategy.

Familiar with the rules and a little bit of brains, but not much.

One of them is of average level, but she always likes to set traps for the experts, but always ends up getting trapped herself.

One is someone who always likes to count cards, but doesn't understand them clearly, and always wants to win big.

It's just like in war, a perfectionist cannot become a commander.

Always thinking about defeating your opponent will only lead to your own downfall, unless the strength of both sides is completely on different levels.

Advantages are accumulated step by step, but Wang Fei always wants to achieve great success overnight.

The result is always a big poop.

So feeding her cards is so tiring.

Zhang Yuan's idea was exactly the opposite of hers.

A win is a win whether it's heaven or earth, as long as you can win, little by little it will add up to a lot.

“Hahaha, I won again!” Wang Fei pushed the mahjong in his hand and said confidently, “It seems that you don’t deserve the title of Little Mahjong Master.”

"You..." Zhang Yuan pointed at her with one hand and covered his chest with the other, acting as if he was feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath because of what she said, but he could do nothing about it.

“Hehehe…” Wang Fei was so delighted upon seeing this that he felt like a sparrow ascending to the Sky Palace or an ant reaching the Ninth Heaven.

The bearded man at the side glanced at Zhang Yuan and sighed in his heart.

"It turns out that he usually keeps it to himself when he's acting."

"If you want to talk about explosive acting, you have to watch it at the mahjong table."

"If I hadn't known this in advance, I would have thought, like Wang Fei, that he was really mad because of losing."

Unlike yesterday's "evenly matched" game, today's game was almost one-sided for the queen.

More than 70% of the cards were won by her.

Whether it was Zhang Yuan, Liang Long or Big Beard, she could always play the cards she wanted.

However, while her own victory was inspiring, her enemy's defeat heightened her interest.

Just like many civil servants who have passed the written test will be maliciously reported in an attempt to block them in the political review.

Usually, it is friends and relatives who do the killing.

After all, my failure is frustrating, but seeing you succeed is more painful than killing me!
The same is true in reverse. The most satisfying part of revenge is watching your enemy writhing on the ground, wailing in agony.

Now Zhang Yuan at the poker table is playing the role of the wailing one.

"All the same, wakakaka..." Wang Fei won again, and at the same time his cell phone rang.

She stacked the cards with both hands, held the phone between her shoulders and head, and listened while talking.

"Hey, Tongtong."

"Mom will pick you up from your dad's place later today. I'm busy with work." While lying with his eyes open, he also threw out a card.

A childish voice came from the phone: "Mom, I heard the sound of you shuffling the cards."

"You heard wrong."

"Mom, did you lose money again? I won't perform for my uncle and aunt to pay off the debt."

Zhang Yuan, Liang Long, Zhang Jizhong: …

You, the queen, work too hard to play cards.

"Sister Fei, the child is important. How about we wait and fight later?" Zhang Yuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore and suggested.

Wang Fei scratched his chin, thought for a while, took out his cell phone and called the driver, asking him to help pick up the child.

After she and Dou Wei divorced, although the child was awarded to the queen, Dou Jingtong mostly stayed with her father and only came to her on weekends and holidays.

After all, her career is more successful, while Dou Wei lives a more comfortable life, is not so focused on work, and has more time to spend with his children.

"Hey, Fei, that's right, the children are important." The bearded man sighed.

"Yeah, the kid is lucky. Let her come over to help me draw cards. We will definitely win!" Wang Fei clenched his fists and waved his arms vigorously.

Zhang Yuan covered his face and thought, it’s so miserable for a child to have unreliable parents.

About an hour later, a teenage girl dressed like a tomboy was brought to the mahjong table by the driver.

"Tongtong, call for help."

"This handsome guy is called Zhang Yuan."

Dou Jingtong took a look and immediately turned his head away, showing no interest in him at all.

"That's right, she doesn't like handsome guys, she likes pretty older sisters..."

"Come, help mom pick up the cards." Grandma Wang held the woman on her lap and faced the card game.

As Wang Fei expected, the child was indeed lucky. He won every time after that.

"Mom, these uncles are so bad at playing cards." Dou Jingtong scanned the entire room and came to this conclusion.

Zhang Yuan quickly glared at her.

Kids, stop telling the truth!
"What are you talking about? I'm your mother, but I'm too strong. Haha." Wang Fei was stubborn and his self-confidence grew.

Your vision is not as good as your daughter's...

The sounds of clatter, clatter, pushing and stacking cards continued in the huge villa.

They fought until after two in the morning, and apart from providing them with two meals in between, the queen didn't even let them rest for a minute.

Miss Dou has woken up three times, but her mother is still shuffling the cards, and the first card is almost turned into a blank.

This battle was a dark and chaotic one.

On this day, Zhang Yuan’s water was almost as big as the Pacific Ocean.

The red bills on his desk were getting fewer and fewer, while the cash on Wang Fei's hand was getting more and more.

"open!"

"Hahaha, big four, 88!"

Wang Fei read it once, recited it again, clapped his hands, laughed, and said, "Oh! OK! I got it right!"

As he spoke, he fell backwards, his teeth clenched, and he lost consciousness.

Zhang Yuan and the others panicked and rushed over with several gulps of boiling water.

She got up, clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh! Good! I fooled!" She laughed and ran out the door without saying anything, scaring the dog in the yard and the neighbors next door.

Zhang Yuan was at a loss when faced with a vivid "Fan Jinzhongju" scene. "Tongtong, your mother..."

"It's okay, she'll be back soon, let her go crazy for a while." Dou Jingtong stuck out her butt and lay on the living room floor tiles reading a picture book.

Faced with this situation, she remained calm and unhurried, apparently already used to it.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Queen Wang ran back to the house excitedly, and the slippers on her feet were long gone.

He grabbed his daughter, swung her into the air, and started kissing her.

Then he put his girl down and ran upstairs like crazy.

Then I heard a loud clanging noise upstairs, as if the house had been robbed.

"Your mother?" Zhang Yuan asked again.

Dou Jingtong wiped his mother's saliva with his arm, then calmly lay on the ground and continued reading: "She is looking for a camera."

Not long after, just as the girl said, Wang Fei rushed back to the mahjong table with a Taili camera and started taking pictures of his own cards and the other three people frantically.

Click, click, click...

It was not until the stack of film was used up that she picked out a few, shook them vigorously, and then selected the best ones and tucked them under the glass table in the living room.

"I'll send the photos to Hong Kong in a moment."

"Let Guorong and Jialin take a good look."

"Let you laugh at my poor card skills again, bah!"

"Hahahaha..." After all this trouble, he returned to the card table.

Zhang Yuan winked at the bearded man, then collapsed on the seat as if he had lost his strength, like a puddle of mud.

“I lost everything.”

When he said this, his eyes were dull, his tone was indifferent, his whole body was stiff, and he was as cold as a sculpture.

"Who?" Wang Fei put his hand next to his ear as if it were a megaphone, and stretched his ear toward him: "Who said he was the Little Bird Master of Pimping Alley?"

Zhang Yuan sighed and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

"Sister Fei, you are not only a queen in singing, but also a queen in mahjong. I have to admit you are better than her."

"Hahaha, just admit it..."

The queen laughed loudly, and her voice gradually became smaller, and then a "bang" was heard!
Grandma Wang's forehead was pressed against the mahjong table, motionless.

"Oh my god, he wouldn't die suddenly after playing cards for three days!" Zhang Yuan was so scared that he almost jumped up.

At this moment, Dou Jingtong closed the book, her feet tapping on the floor tiles, and trotted to her mother, making a "hush" gesture to them.

Then he took out several large bills from the stack of winnings next to Wang Fei with very skillful movements, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, turned around and returned to his seat, lying on the ground reading again.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, this mother and daughter duo are truly amazing.

The three grown men looked at each other, and finally it was Zhang Yuan who stood up, stretched out his finger, and checked his breath.

"Fell asleep."

After hearing what he said, the other two felt relieved.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Fei snorted like a horse, then was awakened by himself and raised his head.

There was a blue and white mahjong tile stuck to her forehead. When she pulled it off, the Chinese character "發" (meaning "Fa") was printed on her forehead.

He staggered to his feet and checked, and found that Liang Long and Big Beard had already fallen asleep on the big sofa.

In the open space of the living room, Zhang Yuan and her daughter were practicing boxing in a crooked manner.

"Sister Fei is awake." Zhang Yuan stopped when he saw her wake up.

"Playing cards with you guys is so fun!" Wang Fei sat down, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Continue in a moment."

"No, I'm fine. Just look at them." Zhang Yuan came here to do serious business.

"That's fine. We'll continue when we have a chance. Leave me your phone number."

The queen was actually also tired, especially after she had a nap after the epileptic seizure. After the excitement wore off, she felt sore all over and her neck was out of control.

"Okay, let's play together again when we have the chance." For Zhang Yuan, being able to establish a personal relationship with the queen is also one of his goals.

If it weren't for this incident with the crew and the introduction of Big Beard, a young actor like him who had just debuted would never have the chance to sit at the same table with Wang Fei.

The reason why Wang Fei found it interesting to play cards with Zhang Yuan was that he had taken great pains to "customize" a perfect gaming experience for him.

First create a powerful enemy, and then let the Queen slowly defeat it. This experience of upgrading and fighting monsters and feeling the process of becoming stronger has surpassed the happiness that ordinary mahjong can bring.

The growth curve created by losing first and then winning is incomparable to winning all the way.

What's more, he is a well-known "old loser" in the circle. He is often killed by others, but this is the first time he kills others.

Furthermore, Zhang Yuan knew a piece of information that others did not know.

In November 03, her album "Will Love" will be released on the music scene and will sell over a million copies.

Although it is only the beginning of the year, Wang Fei will eventually go to work this year.

Now that she has had enough fun and is tired, she can find an excuse to start working.

She offered Zhang Jizhong a sky-high price of 2000 million yuan simply because she wanted to be a lazy dog ​​and was unwilling to work.

In addition, he was in a depressed mood after breaking up with Nicholas Tse last year, which led to his addiction to mahjong.

They exchanged cell phone numbers, and Wang Fei chatted with him alone for a while about family matters.

When talking about the courtyard house where he currently lives, the queen's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia and regret.

Not long after, Zhang Da Huzi finally woke up.

It is indeed difficult for a man in his 50s to play cards at such an intensity.

"You were so crazy just now. Why did I feel that you were not so happy even after winning the Golden Melody Award?" the bearded man teased.

"Why should I be happy about winning the Golden Melody Award? Isn't it enough to have hands?" Wang Fei put on an indifferent expression: "The trophy also takes up space."

Only she dares to say this; others can't get it even if they want it.

"Of course playing cards is more fun." Wang Fei threw away the cigarette butt in his hand: "Okay, you came here just to talk to me about the theme song."

The bearded man didn't expect that the other party would speak first, and he immediately sat down beside her with a smile on his face.

"Lin Xi and Zhao Jiping have already made an appointment, and the lyrics of the music have been written. I asked several people to try it out, but they all felt it was not right. So you have to step in."

"It's this appearance fee..."

"I know." Wang Fei took out another Marlboro, then threw the cigarette box to Zhang Yuan, nodded, and motioned for him to take one too: "You've told me several times that it's just that the budget is tight."

"If I don't charge any money, I won't be nervous." Wang Fei said casually.

When Zhang Jizhong heard this, his mouth and eyes widened and it took him a long time to react.

"You agreed?"

“Free concert!”

The bearded man quickly took out his lighter and lit the cigarette for Lao Wang.

He looked so flustered, as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.

"Huh..." Wang Fei blew out a big and round smoke ring: "Just consider it as your reward for playing with me."

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(End of this chapter)