[Record: You participated in a four-player Mahjong competition, ranked first, winning points +2]
After all the games at this table were over, the four people also stood up one after another. The person who came to the front desk to register for promotion was Jiang Xu.
The cashier boy wrote down Jiang Xu's name in the book, then wrote 8-2 Jiang Xu's note on a piece of paper, and stuffed it into the lottery tube on the side.
This means that Jiang Xu is the person who advanced to the second round of table 8.
"After all the qualified candidates are confirmed, the opponents for the second round will still be decided by drawing lots. Remember to hear your name clearly after a while."
The cashier boy explained.
The four of them nodded.
It seemed that the other three were not ready to leave early.
"Jun Xu, come on!"
The younger brother even raised his hand to encourage Jiang Xu.
"Yeah, definitely." Jiang Xu smiled.
"Please remember the etiquette of watching the game, thank you!"
The cashier boy looked up at a few people, frowned and scolded.
"Private Marseille, private Marseille!"
Both apologized.
After turning around and looking around for a week, Jiang Xu noticed.
At this time, in the two floors of Quezhuang, there were nearly 150 contestants who had registered their names, plus the spectators who came to eat melon and watch.
There were some spectators standing at the card tables near the exit where they would not disturb the players.
But apart from the crisp sound of mahjong collisions, there wasn't much noise in the entire environment.
The quality is indeed extremely high, but Jiang Xu always feels that there is some invisible atmosphere lingering around, making people involuntarily suppress their thoughts of speaking.
This atmosphere is very similar to the deep and solemn atmosphere in temples, Taoist temples, and shrines.
Jiang Xu fixed his gaze on the altar in the center of the Quezhuang against the wall.
The curls of green smoke dissipated not far from the head of the incense, blending into the air, leaving an extremely faint fragrance.
By chance, one of the card games ended.
After Jiang Xu saw a few people stand up, a few familiar white airflow strands actually left the card table. Drawn by an inexplicable attraction, they converged towards the altar and got into the glass on the front cover of the shrine on the altar. Inside that whiteboard card.
Suddenly, a vague, unformed dot appeared in the center of the card.
If the dots are really formed, this whiteboard will look like a piece of cake.
[Blank Luck Chapter: Drawing and dispersing luck. Cumulative degree - 6% for one cake】
That whiteboard card is actually absorbing luck?
Jiang Xu was a little stunned.
The next second, another flower appeared in front of his eyes, and his vision returned to normal.
Shaking his head, he wiped a handful on his face and rubbed his eyes.
Jiang Xu was very sure that he was not hallucinating.
As for what I just saw, it will definitely appear at other tables.
Jiang Xu walked into the playing field and observed the card game that was still being played.
Their table ended quickly, because only Jiang Xu played banker for two consecutive games, and he only played 6 games with full play.
On some card tables where the situation is tense, one person plays two or even three games in a row. It seems like four games, but in fact it takes nearly ten games, which will naturally be much slower.
Therefore, only a quarter of the dealers will be played in the first round, and only one player will be promoted. This is also due to time constraints and is a last resort.
I randomly found a card table with a large number of onlookers.
Jiang Xu glanced at the game. It was in the middle of the game. The dealer stood upright and the other three players abandoned their bets. It seemed nothing special. Why were so many people watching?
Is it because someone is handsome?
Jiang Xu glanced at the four people on the card table again.
Except for the office workers who were sitting at the table, wearing suits and leather shoes with serious expressions, as if they were having a meeting rather than playing mahjong, they were all ordinary.
When he was wondering, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few point sticks placed on the dealer's right side.
The number of sticks represents how many games are currently in progress.
Jiang Xun counted and found that there were four sticks!
This means that the game has progressed to four games, and the game fee has reached a full 1,200 points.
So lucky?
Before Jiang Xu could be surprised, he heard a sound.
"Rong."
Just after the last player played a eight-string, the office worker in a suit directly pushed down the cards in his hand and turned over the Libao sign with a dull expression.
"Li Zhi, Ping Hu, Duan Yao, Dora one, Chi Dora one, Rido La one."
"30 Talisman 6 levels, 18,000 points, field fee 1,200 points, total 19,200 points."
The office worker lowered his head slightly and said calmly to the pale-faced Shang Jia.
Even though Hu Pai has such a big hand, his expression does not change at all, just like a social animal who has been smoothed away by all unnecessary emotions in life.
"Hi, hi!"
The host's face turned pale, as if he had been frightened, and his hands were trembling as he grabbed all the sticks from the stick box.
"No, I'm sorry, I cleared my points, but I still have 1,600 points left."
"It doesn't matter. It's enough to sort out the points. We can go to the front desk to report."
The office worker turned his head and said in a slightly stiff tone.
Although he said it didn't matter, it felt like he was angry that the other party dared to owe him a favor.
"Private Marseille, private Marseille, ah no, Arigado, Arigado."
The boss who owed someone a favor subconsciously apologized first, then realized what he was doing and nodded hurriedly to express his gratitude.
It can be seen that he is under great pressure now and has almost turned into a yes machine.
Not only him, but the other two people at this card table were also under great pressure.
Until the office worker in a suit got up and left, going to the front desk to report.
They all breathed a sigh of relief and spread out on their chairs.
"The pressure of playing cards with this gentleman is so great."
"Yes, it's like a typhoon roaring one after another, one after another, making people unable to breathe."
"I feel like he is like a card-playing robot." A player whispered, "I noticed that his card performance is always at a super high level, and he can listen to cards super quickly and then mishandle them. Is he really a human brain? It’s calculated so quickly!”
After listening to what they said, the boss couldn't help but interject with a wry smile: "You are not as stressed as me. The whole game lasted for 6 rounds. I fired three times, and the score directly became a negative number."
"You don't know, when I heard his 'Rong', I was almost scared out of my mind. It's not my fault, but it's my own fault. I just had the slightest idea of playing cards, so I let him run away."
The boss sighed again, "After today's game, I don't want to play mahjong anymore for ten days and a half. It's better to end it as soon as possible and go back."
The melon-eating people around were also talking a lot.
"The second game in the East ended, which is really rare."
"Yeah, if it were me who got kicked out, I wouldn't want to play cards for a week."
Listening to these discussions, Jiang Xu was also a little surprised.
He actually played five consecutive games from the second game in the east, clearing one person's chips and winning directly.
If it wasn't because of his great luck, then it was because of his overwhelming poker skills, and the trend of all the cards was within his calculations.
This office worker is probably a master!
Jiang Xu secretly remembered this information and prepared to pay attention to the opponent in the next round of competition.
If he guessed wrong and the office workers were just lucky players, they would not be able to get far.
However, Jiang Xu has not forgotten his other purpose, white silk, oh no, white luck silk.
After everyone left to watch the game at other tables.
A longer, but almost transparent thread of luck rose leisurely and floated towards the altar.
Next, he looked at a few more tables. For some reason, he couldn't see anything unusual at the poker table where the game was being played, but after the game, he could see wisps of white luck floating out.
If what he thought was right, this kind of air flow appeared in all games.
But there is no difference between him today and him yesterday.
The only difference is that today's poker is competitive, although not so formal.
So, luck can only be born in competitive games?
There is too little information to draw any conclusions.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that this world is not that simple after all.
Looking back, I glanced again at the deep and distant shrine quietly surrounded by hazy smoke.
Jiang Xu couldn't help but have a thought in his mind.
Is it possible that gods also exist?
...
After 15 minutes, the first round of competition was finally over.
128 people, four advanced to one, and 32 candidates were selected.
The thirty-two advancers will play a half-bank in the second round, and the top two at each table will advance to the top 16.
The start time is five minutes later.
So, please stay tuned, the top 16 of the Lunar Cup will begin in a grand manner!
