King of gigolo

6

When I cut off my fingers, the people around me were shocked.

Sister Hong's most beloved man, actually cut off his own fingers in public.

It was a scene that was hard to imagine.

In the end, I didn't have to cut off my hand.

Because the knife I was using slipped and hit the table, causing a deep gash.

But that was enough to make everyone present take me seriously.

I smiled and looked at Li Xuecheng, who was now staring at me with a different look.

"Damn it, what a lunatic!" Li Xuecheng cursed and sat down.

He lit a cigarette and said, "I don't want your fingers, but you touched my woman. What do you say?"

I looked at him and said, "What do you want?"

"Compensation," he said, pointing to the table. "We'll play three rounds of mahjong, with each round worth 100. You'll pay whatever you lose."

I hesitated for a moment, as I didn't want to play mahjong after my parents and grandfather died.

But I had no choice, as playing mahjong was better than cutting off my hand.

I sat down at the mahjong table and replaced a young man who had been playing.

Li Xuecheng began shuffling the tiles, and as there were no mahjong machines back then, everyone had to count the tiles by hand.

The more you used your hands, the more opportunities there were to cheat.

Of course, even with a mahjong machine, it's easy to cheat.

But I had no intention of cheating.

Li Xuecheng was clearly trying to extort money from me, so I just had to minimize my losses.

We were playing with a set of rules that included special tiles and high multipliers.

One hundred blocks could result in a loss of several thousand or even tens of thousands in just one round.

I sat across from Li Xuecheng.

To my left was a woman in her thirties named Taozi, who I didn't know much about.

To my right was a man in his forties named Big Fei, who was probably one of Li Xuecheng's trusted friends or company vice president.

As the game began, Taozi was making a lot of small movements with her hands, touching and moving tiles.

I could tell she was cheating by signaling with her hands.

Big Fei and Li Xuecheng must have been able to read her signals because she quickly won with a tile draw.

In the game of mahjong, when you have a winning hand, you draw a special tile that acts as a multiplier.

If you draw the exact tile you need to win, it doubles the multiplier, which is called a "double special."

I couldn't read their hand signals, but I knew from memory and observation that Taozi was going for a winning hand worth 580,000.

As long as I didn't interfere with her hand, I could minimize my losses.

The first round was almost over, and although Taozi had been winning consistently, I had only lost about a thousand bucks by intentionally making low-scoring hands.

This amount was apparently not enough for Li Xuecheng, who wanted to make more money off me.

He said, "This is too small. Let's raise the stakes and play for 1,000 blocks."