yournovel Chapter 95 It’s all over
Chapter 95 It’s all over
Chapter 95 It’s all over
Spinning Mahjong is a variation of Xingcheng Mahjong.
Why is it called "Zhuanzhuan" (meaning "turn around")?
It's a mahjong table where many people take turns playing, at least five or more, usually seven or eight. Whoever wins the hand gets to leave the table, and the others take their place.
Zhuanzhuan Mahjong is characterized by its simple gameplay, fast pace, and ease of winning, making it very popular in the Hunan and Hubei regions.
"Those who want to play cards, line up!" Auntie glanced at Uncle with a smile, then looked at her mother-in-law, who was rolling up her sleeves and rubbing her hands together eagerly: "Hey, we won!"
The mother-in-law hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to take her place.
Auntie opened the drawer and collected the money. Just as she stood up, Lin Yourong swiftly reached out and grabbed the back of the chair with lightning speed, pulling the chair down to her feet in an instant.
She looked up at her mother and said, "I was here first!"
"Fine, fine, you go first!" the mother-in-law replied helplessly.
The mother-in-law turned her head and saw Yu Huan at the table with the child, enthusiastically stacking mahjong tiles into a pyramid shape with Qianqian.
Turning to his uncle, he added, "Old Wei, I'm next!"
"Okay, okay." Uncle nodded hurriedly, naturally not saying anything more, lest he get scolded by his sister-in-law for no reason.
The mother-in-law then walked over to the table where the children were sitting, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down: "Xiao Yu, don't you play mahjong?"
"No." Yu Huan shook her head firmly, concentrating on setting up the mahjong tiles.
"Don't you know how to play Spin Mahjong?"
Yu Huan paused for a moment, looked up and said, "Mom, I know a little, but not much, and I'm not very lucky..."
Hearing this, the mother-in-law smiled, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes lifted slightly: "Playing mahjong is very simple. The whole family can sit together, play casually, have some fun, and the wins and losses all go into the pockets of our own family."
"Uh……"
Yu Huan pondered.
"Do you have any cash with you?" The mother-in-law lowered her voice, placed her black crossbody bag on the table, opened it, took out ten red bills and handed them to Yu Huan: "This should be enough for the family to play a little mahjong."
"Huh?" Yu Huan opened her mouth, "Mom, isn't this inappropriate?"
Am I your mother?!
Yu Huan nodded hurriedly, "Yes!"
"Then take it!"
The two were politely declining each other's offer.
Sisi was playing mahjong with her head drooping when she suddenly looked up, her eyes wide, and said mischievously, "Mom won't give me money, Uncle, are you stupid! I asked my mom for money, but she wouldn't give me any!"
Hearing these childish words, so ignorant of the ways of the world, Yu Huan, as an adult, naturally understood that they were two different things.
“Listen to this, even Qianqian knows this principle. If she doesn’t take the money, is she stupid? Xiao Yu, take it if it’s offered to you.” The mother-in-law forcefully slapped a stack of red bills in front of Yu Huan.
"OK then……"
He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.
Seeing that Yu Huan no longer hesitated, his mother-in-law laughed and joked, "If you're not comfortable with that, then what will happen? I'll be relying on you to take care of me in my old age!"
With the retirement pensions of his mother-in-law and Mr. and Mrs. Lin, why would they need him to support them in their old age?
Yu Huan was now mostly sober and her mind was working quickly. She hurriedly said, "You're exaggerating. Besides, taking care of you and Dad in your old age is just an obligation that Rongrong and I should fulfill."
Hearing this, the mother-in-law nodded with satisfaction: "Then don't be so polite with me. We're all family, so there's no need to stand on ceremony. Being too polite would be too formal."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Lin stood up with a smile and called out, "Xiao Fang, it's your turn."
"They're here!" The mother-in-law hurriedly got up.
After Lao Lin left the field, he didn't stay and watch from the sidelines, but instead strolled over to Yu Huan.
Yu Huan originally thought that Lao Lin also wanted to come over and chat with him, but Lao Lin strode past the children's table and went to turn on the wall-mounted TV first.
The first thing I saw was CCTV-5 Sports Channel.
The first scene features two news anchors, one male and one female, dressed in suits and ties, with serious and focused expressions, their hair neatly combed, and their voices strong and clear as they take turns reading their lines, reporting domestic and international news.
Yu Huan glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall; it was 7:27.
Old Lin picked up the remote control, moved to the opposite side of Yu Huan, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Sisi was completely absorbed in building the pyramid, carefully adjusting the position of each piece as she placed it. Old Lin, observing Sisi's detached expression, couldn't help but chuckle, and naturally didn't disturb her.
He turned his head slightly, glanced at the stack of red bills on Yu Huan's table, and asked curiously, "Little Yu, do you know how to play mahjong?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan quickly said, "Mom slipped me a thousand yuan and told me to sit down at the table..."
“I seem to remember that Teacher Wu said you don’t play cards.”
"I really don't know how." Yu Huan nodded.
Old Lin took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand: "Playing mahjong is simple. You'll get the hang of it after a couple of rounds. But we're all family here, so winning or losing doesn't matter. Just play casually."
"That's what my mother told me too." Yu Huan suddenly heard the words 'owning a gun does not equal freedom' without realizing it.
Auditory hallucinations?
He quickly turned his head to look at the television screen.
Two news anchors are reporting on the shooting.
"...Regarding this shooting incident, the Jiangnan Morning Post commented: Owning a gun does not equal freedom." The male anchor's voice was deep and powerful, his words clear and resonant, carrying great penetrating force.
The female anchor said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for watching."
"goodbye!"
The two sang together.
The end credits song began to play.
Yu Huan and Lao Lin looked at each other in bewilderment.
……
Zhao Yuan and Lao Zhao looked at each other in bewilderment.
He brought a bottle of Wuliangye liquor with him tonight and had a few drinks with his uncle.
After a round of drinks and a satisfying meal, the two moved to the living room.
Zhao Yuan casually turned on the TV, tuned to CCTV-1, and then sat down on the sofa with his uncle. Inadvertently, he uttered the prepared speech he had been reciting.
He immediately began to berate Yu Huan, the mastermind, for lacking journalistic discipline and violating basic principles of news reporting.
He spoke with righteous indignation, and when he got excited, his face was full of passion.
Slowly, the last broadcast came into view. Zhao Yuan stared at the TV screen, his face froze, and he fell silent.
Old Zhao picked up the cup on the coffee table, took a sip of tea, and immediately said, "Xiao Yuan, I think it would be better if I transferred you back to the advertising department next week."
"Uncle, why?" Zhao Yuan asked in surprise.
Old Zhao shook his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm about to step down and I'm about to start handing over my work. If I don't transfer you out of the new media department, I don't think you'll be able to stay at Jiangnan Morning Post."
"Why? I just finalized the winning bid for the software outsourcing project—"
Old Zhao abruptly interrupted him, saying repeatedly with exasperation:
"Just because Yu Huan is the son-in-law of the next editor-in-chief! I know you're upset that he snatched the deputy director position from you, but you're from the same school and graduated in the same year. Can't you even put in the effort to maintain appearances and get along with people? Besides, in terms of ability, you didn't lose unjustly. Even if the new media department's articles weren't quoted on the news, three central mainstream media outlets have already reprinted the comments from the Jiangnan Morning Post's official WeChat account several times. At Monday's cadre meeting, not only can't we use this as an excuse, but the editor-in-chief will probably have to give the new media department a lot of praise! Of course, all of this probably has nothing to do with you."
Hear the words.
Zhao Yuan slumped helplessly onto the sofa.
It’s over.
It's all over.
On Friday, he received a 30,000 yuan red envelope from the winning bidder and immediately bought Fang Yuting a Louis Vuitton handbag, successfully winning her smile. She spoke kindly to him, and their relationship clearly progressed further.
This time.
How do we patch up this hole?
Why would I accept a bribe when the legal process hasn't even begun and the contract with the winning bidder is still in the works?
Zhao Yuan was filled with remorse.
The root of all my misfortunes is that damned Yu Huan!
If he is transferred and the project is suspended, he will probably be the target of complaints.
There's no going back in life.
Zhao Yuan slapped his forehead:
"Can't I finish this project before going back to the advertising department?"
"What do you think?" Old Zhao asked, glancing sideways.
I'll be officially retiring in two weeks.
Looking at his uncle's expression, Zhao Yuan's face turned ashen, his eyes vacant, as if the whole world was collapsing beneath his feet.
He was just a recent graduate who had only been working for six months.
He embezzled 30,000 yuan...
I only have a little over a thousand yuan for living expenses right now.
How is he supposed to tell his family about this?
If he were to ask Fang Yuting to return the bag, he would be even more unable to bring himself to do it; he might as well just die.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his vision began to blur. He heard a buzzing sound in his ears, as if countless bees were flying around him.
Uncle's urgent voice seemed to come from near and far, echoing through the empty valley:
"Xiao Yuan! What's wrong? Xiao Yuan!"
(End of this chapter)