"One bam."
"Nine characters."
"KONG!"
"RIICHI!"
A clamorous and lively scene unfolded. About a dozen salted fish zombies, exuding a rotting stench, sat at several tables. They were smoking, picking their feet, drinking beer, and playing mahjong, all surrounded by a putrid haze that gave off a terribly antisocial vibe.
When Huai Shi entered, some even turned to glance back.
"Ah, is that the new team leader?"
"Looks pretty young. Oh no, today's performance probably isn't going to be good."
"Anyway, there's no salary, so who cares about performance..."
"Damn it, did you just steal my tiles?"
"Are these tiles yours? Do they answer when you call them?"
"You! You really need to be taught some manners!"
"Come at me, grandson!"
