Seven hours later, the plane was about to land.
"They say if you win, it's yours; if you lose, it's mine."
Lu Liang stretched lazily, finished the joyful Mahjong session, and returned to his seat to fasten his seatbelt, waiting for the plane to land.
He had heard before that a man shouldn't play Mahjong with three women, and three men shouldn't play with one woman.
Indeed, the old generation's summaries were all histories of blood and tears.
Lu Liang, Little Wang, and Long Fei had all lost tens of thousands, while Lin Yan devoured three households' worth, just playing for one or two hundred per hand. In seven hours, she had earned nearly one hundred thousand.
"Chief Steward Lin, keep it. This isn't just money, but Mr. Lu's fortune."
Little Wang smiled radiantly. Although he had lost money, his mood was even happier than if he had won.
Before, he always felt that Lu Liang was successful in everything, including gambling, like a chosen one.
