The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 299 - 297: Mahjong Gambling God; White Bone Ghost Hand Switches Cards

Chapter 299: Chapter 297: Mahjong Gambling God; White Bone Ghost Hand Switches Cards

Qin Zhao asked in surprise, "A mahjong god? Does she never lose a game?"

"Yep, I’ve never heard of her losing. Even if she does lose, it’s probably just a small amount of money.

After all, many people don’t like playing mahjong with her because they end up losing badly, and she always ends up making a fortune."

Su Xiaotong clicked her tongue lightly, "We’re not exactly a wealthy family, so we can’t compare with Senior Guan. If things turn sour, we’ll just make a run for it."

Her family had money, but it wasn’t earned by her, so Su Xiaotong never squandered it.

Her day-to-day expenses were covered by her salary.

Qin Zhao might have had more money than Guan Yanyu, after all, Chu Yan’s salary card was still in her possession. But she didn’t like to waste money on things like playing mahjong.

"First, tell me the rules of playing mahjong."

Qin Zhao wasn’t entirely clueless about mahjong. She had gone through the original host’s memories, and the original host did know how to play mahjong, just didn’t play very often.

And the way mahjong is played varies slightly from one region to another.

After Su Xiaotong explained it to her, Qin Zhao more or less understood their way of playing.

Upstairs, Mrs. Qu had changed her clothes.

Next to the bedroom, there was a small room similar to a walk-in wardrobe. The room’s door used high-end fingerprint locks, and the doors themselves were made of a special alloy material.

If a thief ever found this place, they might not even be able to get in.

Mrs. Qu went in and asked the maid to wait outside.

The room was lit with red electronic candles, making the dark room seem somewhat sinister. Inside, there was a square table on which a square brocade box was placed.

The rest of the room was filled with cabinets holding gold and silver jewelry, and property deeds and contracts—essentially very important things for the Qu family.

Mrs. Qu lit three sticks of incense, bowed to the brocade box on the square table.

"Let me win big in today’s game," she muttered, placing the three sticks of incense on the censer on the table.

After completing these rituals, Mrs. Qu turned and left with a satisfied smile on her face.

Once she was out, a maid came to inform her, "Madame, Miss Guan has arrived."

"Turn on the mahjong machine; we’ll be right there."

"Okay."

The mahjong room was on the second floor, and Mrs. Qu went downstairs first to welcome Guan Yanyu. After exchanging pleasantries in the living room, they all headed to the mahjong room on the second floor.

The mahjong machine clattered as it set up a row of neatly arranged mahjong tiles.

Qin Zhao absentmindedly fiddled with her tiles, occasionally glancing at Mrs. Qu opposite her.

Mrs. Qu seemed to have a tainted aura after changing her clothes.

"Mrs. Qu, Senior Guan, my friend isn’t very good at this, so please go easy on us."

Su Xiaotong said cheerfully, playing a tile first. Qin Zhao followed, then Guan Yanyu.

"Of course, for your friend, I’ll definitely leave face."

Guan Yanyu smiled warmly at Qin Zhao, "Xiao Qin, Xiao Tong mentioned she had a friend who knows Feng Shui—is that you? Be a dear and help me take a look sometime. Today, any winnings are yours, and losses are on me."

"Sure, checking Feng Shui is simple."

Qin Zhao and Guan Yanyu chatted on and off; clearly, Guan Yanyu was quite interested in mysticism.

People of their age often believed in Feng Shui and mysticism.

Even though she was retired and wasn’t short of money now, Feng Shui and mysticism weren’t only about wealth. In life, everyone has different pursuits at different stages.

"I just feel that as long as my family is safe, that’s good enough. Besides, I wish my husband’s career could go a bit smoother. He’s really unlucky, constantly running into problems. I’ve wanted to find a master to check his fortune for a long time."

"What kind of accidents?"

"It’s not him having accidents, but every movie he shoots ends up having problems. Either something happens to the people or the location, anyway, it always ends up a mess.

I think he’s really talented, but there’s always some mess happening that causes the films to be aborted. Several movies weren’t even released. Isn’t that strange?"

"If it happens every time, that does sound a bit odd."

"Yeah, he just can’t accept it, so he’s still making movies. When he was younger, it went smoothly, but later I don’t know what happened."

And the reputation of her husband as a director was built when he was young.

"Now netizens say he can’t make good movies anymore, that he’s burnt out, but that’s not it at all. The problem is that the movies just can’t be released. What can he do about it?

He gets so frustrated, he just can’t believe his whole life is that unlucky, so he keeps struggling."

Guan Yanyu seldom talked about this issue with others, but since she wanted Qin Zhao to help with fortune-telling and checking the feng shui, she spoke a little more about it.

Once she started, she couldn’t stop.

"Self-draw."

Mrs. Qu suddenly pushed all her cards, and the others stopped chatting.

"That quickly? Sigh, nobody can beat your luck."

Guan Yanyu sighed, shouting for another round, not caring about winning or losing, typical of someone who loves playing despite not being good. Because Su Xiaotong said she rarely wins at cards, but she loves playing.

And Qin Zhao looked at Mrs. Qu, who self-drew, with a somewhat cold expression.

Before Mrs. Qu’s self-draw, a White Bone Ghost Hand appeared above the mahjong table out of thin air, switching her tiles with unmatched speed with the undrawn tiles several times.

It seemed that this was the key to her constant victories.

After reshuffling the tiles on the mahjong table, they started a new round.

Not long after, the White Bone Ghost Hand appeared again, helping Mrs. Qu switch her tiles. After swapping, it quickly disappeared without leaving a trace.

Pretending to be curious, Qin Zhao asked, "Mrs. Qu, I heard you’re always victorious, a real Gambling God. Have you really never lost?"

"I really haven’t, every time I play with her, she never loses."

Guan Yanyu hurriedly replied, talking to herself, "It’s so strange, why do I always lose? It seems my money luck isn’t in mahjong."

"Senior Guan, your fortune is in making movies. Make more movies, everyone loves watching them."

"Oh, you cheeky girl, are you saying I’m rubbish at cards?"

They chatted and laughed, while Mrs. Qu just quietly smiled without speaking.

"She won again."

Not long after, Mrs. Qu won again.

Su Xiaotong winked at Qin Zhao, signaling her to message Chu Yan that they could leave later. Seeing the situation, Mrs. Qu seemed likely to win several more games today.

Qin Zhao pretended not to see and suddenly said, "Mrs. Qu, it’s hard to make money these days."

Guan Yanyu: "Is it hard for her? If she runs out, she just needs to play some cards to be fine."

Mrs. Qu: "I also need people willing to play with me, others say I’m too good, they refuse to play."

Guan Yanyu: "Then dial back a bit, let Xiao Qin win a round. It’s her first time playing today, what if she’s too discouraged to play with us again?"

Mrs. Qu: "I can’t say much about luck."

Qin Zhao smiled, "It’s okay. A newbie losing a few games won’t hurt. After all, the world doesn’t offer free handouts. Losing a few times is how you gain experience."

Mrs. Qu felt there was an underlying message in her words, and couldn’t help but stare at Qin Zhao a few times.