Late at night.
It was not yet five.
In the Platinum Room, the Mahjong game began.
Director Wei rolled the dice, cut the tiles, and dealt them.
Next was Director Leng, then Song Yuhu, and finally Dong Xuebin.
As soon as the tiles were dealt, Dong Xuebin clumsily sorted them one by one, putting the Wan tiles on the left, the Tiao tiles in the middle, and the Tong tiles on the right. East, South, West, North, Red Middle, Green Fortune, and White Board went all the way to the right, since those were meant to be discarded. After fussing around for ages, Dong Xuebin finally got his tiles in order. He had not played in a long time. Back then, he had only played a few rounds with his family during the New Year, and they never gambled for money, so he was terribly rusty.
Everyone looked at Dong Xuebin strangely.
Shen Xiaoyan and Shen Xiaomei behind him did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Dong Xuebin looked up and realized everyone was staring at him. What are you looking at me for? Look at your tiles. I'm not the dealer, and I'm not the first one to discard. But the next moment, he noticed that the other three at the table had not sorted their tiles like he had. They had merely shifted them around a little, without moving large groups to the left or right. Thinking about it, Dong Xuebin remembered Big Sister Zhang and the others doing the same earlier. At the time, he had wondered how they could stand looking at such a mess of tiles. But after considering it now, he understood a little. Although the tiles faced themselves, Zhang Longjuan, Shen Xiaoyan, and the others, so opponents could not see them, sorting