Approaching noon, in the Ning family living room.
Zhao Sui, who came to play and relax, has already lost miserably.
"Am I possessed by the God of Misfortune today? Did Shi Wangyue come just to jinx me? I refuse to believe it, hey…"
He could hardly believe that he, who learned to play mahjong in kindergarten with his mom, would lose to Shi Wangyue, who just learned the rules this morning.
But soon, the dwindling stack of cash taught him a lesson.
During the Chinese New Year, cash is especially useful.
Ming Jinxin had exchanged a lot of brand new consecutive bills from the bank in advance and kept them at home.
Playing mahjong at home on the Day of Welcoming the God of Wealth.
She thought it was necessary for everyone at home to enjoy the auspiciousness of money, so she gave the four young masters a thick stack of cash each to play with.
Ming was generous; she gave the money away without blinking an eye.
How could the young masters want her money?
