Chapter 435: Chapter 435

The four people began distributing tiles, then opened their fourteen mahjong tiles...

"Hehe, kid, you're right, luck is indeed a type of skill." The middle-aged man said happily after looking at his tiles, clearly having a very good hand.

Not just the middle-aged man, the other two also showed traces of joy, though they didn't express it openly. There was just that hint in their eyes that ordinary people couldn't detect even staring at them.

"Play, play! Don't waste time with chatter!"

"Exactly, save any talk for later!"

Though they didn't show joy, their displeased expressions were obvious. They didn't want this boring talk to delay their play, especially with good hands.

"Haha, let's play. This time I'm going to dominate completely, and this kid will lose even his pants! I have the biggest Thirteen Terminals, And I'm already ready to win..." the middle-aged man was secretly delighted.

The other two were similar, one had Big Four Winds, the other had Pure Hand. If they could self-draw, they could accumulate enough money in one go to become capital for the finals.

All three nervously watched their tiles and the tiles others discarded, while Xiaoyao casually played his tiles. However, to the three's disappointment, Xiaoyao didn't discard a single tile they needed to win.

In fact, even if he had, they might not have won because they wanted to self-draw rather than win off someone else's discard, especially since Xiaoyao only had one tael, they didn't know how to collect money from him.

If their hands won, Xiaoyao's one tael of silver really wouldn't be enough. They were playing at one hundred copper coins per point, though not the doubling type, such big hands could easily exceed one hundred times, meaning ten taels of silver. Then Xiaoyao would really have to pay even his underwear and it still wouldn't be enough.

Originally this type of competition wasn't focused on gambling money, one hundred copper coins per point was sufficient. However, this wasn't something ordinary people dared play. Common folks played at most one copper coin per point, or even one fen per point, one fen being one copper piece, with ten fen making one copper coin. Get full chapters from n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Below one fen was one hao, which common people would use. Unlike people here who were too lazy to look at copper coins, at minimum it was one qian of silver, which was one hundred copper coins.

"Three bamboo!" The middle-aged man discarded a tile.

"Win! Sorry, lowest win!" Under these circumstances, Xiaoyao won with the smallest possible hand.

With this move, it was like a drop of water entering hot oil, everything boiled up.

"Damn! I had Thirteen Terminals, And got beaten by a lowest win..." the middle-aged man roared. His mood was imaginably depressed, beaten to the win, and by a lowest win at that.

What the middle-aged man didn't expect was that his two tablemates were also cursing furiously. When he saw their tiles, his mood suddenly improved, apparently he wasn't the only one enjoying this depression.

"Thirteen Terminals, Big Four Winds, Pure Hand, haha, this situation is really amusing! Actually beaten by a lowest win," Originally no one paid attention to Xiaoyao's table, but now the three men's reactions drew everyone's attention. Seeing this situation, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"Hehe, sorry, a win is a win. Just playing around, no need to care about size." Xiaoyao said with a smile. "Pay up, pay up, one hundred coins."

"Just one hundred coins, here!"

The three men were depressed but had to continue. They all secretly swore to make Xiaoyao deal into their hands, preferably feeding all three at once.

They began looking at Xiaoyao with resentful eyes while arranging their tiles...

Next, they felt that Xiaoyao's luck seemed extraordinarily good. After several rounds, he hadn't lost money once, either he won small hands or others dealt into him, while he never dealt into anyone.

The hands he won also frustrated the three greatly, basically all lowest wins, with the biggest being a single All Pungs, and only once at that. This was completely like a novice, but his luck was so good they never won against him once.

"Hmph, just winning small money. No matter how much you win, I can win it all back in one hand. I'm someone who can participate in the finals, different from a novice like you. You just have good luck. Let's see how long this good luck lasts," The middle-aged man looked at Xiaoyao with displeasure, feeling like he couldn't eat the grapes. He wanted to vent this feeling, winning against Xiaoyao once would do it, but reality was contrary to his wishes.

"Hehe, this is skill, luck is also a type of skill,” Xiaoyao said again, his smiling face very bright, but this smile made his three tablemates very depressed.

"Let's see how long you can be arrogant. Luck, hmph," The middle-aged man revealed his tiles, looking at his fourteen tiles, not too bad, he could make a Half Flush.

"Ah..." Xiaoyao looked at his tiles and suddenly called out.

"What are you yelling about,” the middle-aged man said irritably.

"I think I won," Xiaoyao said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What?" The three men's eyes widened. They had just finished drawing tiles, if you won, that would mean—

"Sorry, good luck, Heavenly Win!" Xiaoyao revealed his tiles. This hand wasn't just Heavenly Win, but also included Four Concealed Pungs, adding up to over two hundred times.

The three men cursed loudly, while nearby observers also thought privately that this young man's luck was ridiculously good to draw a Heavenly Win.

"Twenty-three taels and three qian each, chips or silver both fine," Xiaoyao said with a smile.

"Hmph, just twenty-some taels, I can still afford to lose," The middle-aged man gave two ten-tael chips, three one-tael chips, and three hundred-coin chips. He often hung around here and preferred using chips, plus what he'd won earlier was also mainly chips.

"I'm out of money, leaving first," After giving chips, one person got up and left. He had already lost quite a bit here, and with Xiaoyao's win, he was nearly broke and no longer qualified for the finals.

"Anyone want to join?" The gambling house immediately found a replacement for Xiaoyao's table, but at this time few new people came in. They could only wait for someone to finish elsewhere and combine tables.

"Have to wait? Then I'm not playing," Xiaoyao prepared to leave. He was originally just playing around, having played this much, he could go to the next location. But at this time, the middle-aged man beside him wouldn't have it.

"You win and want to run? Stay here, I want to win it back," The middle-aged man blocked Xiaoyao's departure.

"I don't like wasting time," Xiaoyao frowned, clearly indicating he didn't want to stay.

"This is during a competition, your behavior violates the rules," Before the middle-aged man could speak, gambling house staff intervened. Now Xiaoyao had the strength to enter the finals, that Heavenly Win had suddenly increased his point total.

This competition only recorded points, not money won, because different tables didn't all play at one hundred coins per point, some might be several hundred coins or even one tael of silver, though this required everyone's agreement.

"What competition? Isn't this a gambling house?" Xiaoyao asked puzzledly. After this question, everyone knew this kid originally wasn't here for any competition.

"This is a competition held by our gambling house, every seven days there's one, every month there's a large-scale one, and every year there's a super large-scale one. Each time there are many skilled players who come not just to gamble money, but for our gambling house's prize money and honor." The gambling house person explained to Xiaoyao, since he didn't know, first let him understand.

"I see. This time should be small-scale then." Xiaoyao said.

"Yes, but only by participating in these and achieving certain rankings can you enter the monthly one, and finally the annual one."

"I'm not interested. I'm only here for ten days at most." Xiaoyao shook his head.

"Ten days is perfect, in a few days is the monthly one, then a few days later is the annual one." The gambling house person said. Xiaoyao's ten days here was really coincidental, just right for a complete tournament cycle.

"..." Xiaoyao fell silent, not expecting such coincidental timing, but even so, it didn't mean he would participate.

"How much is today's prize money?"

"Alright then, I'll continue playing a few more hands." Xiaoyao readily sat back down. Not taking free money would be foolish, plus mahjong was actually quite fun, playing several more rounds wouldn't be boring.

In others' eyes, Xiaoyao stayed because he heard about the hundred-tael prize.

"Staying is best, I'll make you know that luck won't always follow one person." The middle-aged man naturally hoped to see this result. Soon the gambling house arranged someone else, and battle resumed.

"Really good luck, self-draw, Nine Gates." Xiaoyao seemed to use facts to prove luck was still with him.

"Another self-draw, Big Three Dragons!"

"Sigh, when luck comes, you can't stop it, self-draw, Seven Pairs!"

"Damn it, is this kid even human?" The middle-aged man couldn't help cursing loudly. This luck was too good, since just now it had been continuously good hands. These three rounds had cost him all his winnings plus much more from his own pocket.

If it were just consecutive wins, that could be called skill, but consecutive big hands was definitely luck.