Bro, what the hell? Still can't win a single hand! Just one win, that's all I want—is it really that hard?
Frank Bi's square mug looked tragic, clutching a lonely three—how's a guy supposed to play with this trash?
He squeezed the card, nearly yeeting his last one onto the table—ready to rage quit and flip the whole game.
The crew just cracked up—they'd seen Frank's meltdown way too many times to even blink.
Hey, wanna jump in for a few rounds?
Still ranting, Frank Bi whipped his head around to Evan, square face and all: "I'm telling you, it's not my fault—this cursed seat is the real villain."
Dude, my luck sucks—every time I sit here, I get garbage cards. Haven't won once, lost ten straight today.
Everyone glanced at Evan, but nobody bothered to roast him—Frank's drama was old news.
That's Frank Bi—tight with Allen Ju, always hanging out together.
Selina Wu leaned over and gave Evan the lowdown—just the basics, no family background, just his name.
Frank Bi.
Evan sized up the square-faced dude—man really lived up to his name.
Seriously, his face was so square you could use it as a ruler.
Sure, I'll give it a shot.
Evan shrugged—he was bored, and Allen Ju hadn't shown up yet. Might as well kill time here.
Frank Bi gave up his chair but refused to bail, grabbing a little stool and plopping down right next to Evan, eyes glued to his cards.
"Frank always blames the seat," Grace Liu whispered, "but honestly, he's just trash at cards."
Grace Liu stretched her neck, leaning in to whisper to Evan.
"Shoo, kid, what do you know? I say it's bad luck, so it's bad luck!"
Frank Bi waved his hand, face full of indignation—losing at cards was his personal nightmare.
Are you studying or working in Beijing?
At the card table, a girl in her twenties asked casually while grabbing her cards.
She was asking Evan, and ever since he'd entered the courtyard, everyone had kept an eye on him.
But no one had bothered to dig into Evan's background—everyone just assumed he was here with Selina Wu.
I'm neither studying nor working in Beijing.
Evan's answer made the girl glance at him curiously, sizing him up. "So you came just to hang out with Selina today?"
Her eyes blinked with curiosity, no hint of arrogance or mockery in her voice.
If someone else had asked, they probably would've suspected Evan was here to network—after all, Allen Ju's influence was obvious.
Even if he came in with Selina Wu, word would get out that he could connect with Allen Ju.
Just being known as a friend of Young Master Ju was enough for a smart person to make waves in Beijing.
Or maybe you're here in Beijing just to talk business?
Before Evan could answer, another guy at the table jumped in, laughing as he grabbed his cards: "If you've got a good deal, let me know. As long as there's money to be made, I'm interested."
"Of course, since you're friends with Selina, just for you, I can share an extra 0.5% profit!"
He spoke boldly, but when it came to profits, he was stingy—offering that extra half percent sounded like it was killing him.
Calvin's just stingy.
Grace Liu looked at him with pure disdain.
"Go on, kid, what do you know? Business is all about making money. If I give away too much profit, it hurts my heart, and when my heart aches, I lose my sense of happiness. Without happiness, how can I give it my all?"
Calvin Zheng kept shouting his case.
His name really fit—Calvin Zheng, always chasing money. He was born to be stingy.
His words made the others laugh; they'd gotten used to his personality.
Enough talk, play your cards!
Frank Bi treated his cards like treasure, staring hard at Evan's hand. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, burst out laughing, and pointed at Evan's cards, showing off to the group—finally locking eyes with Grace Liu.
See that? Total garbage!
He's definitely losing this hand. Told you, Grace Liu—this is what bad luck looks like! But it's the seat that's unlucky, not me.
Frank Bi was thrilled to see Evan's trash hand.
No Jokers, no twos—these cards were going nowhere fast.
Selina Wu didn't bother to explain, and the woman played first, laying down a pair of threes.
Hey, Selina, I've always wanted to ask you something, but never got the chance.
While playing cards, Calvin Zheng—who'd just tried to do business with Evan—didn't get an answer and wasn't bothered. "When are you taking us to Whitewood?"
Uncle Thomas Liu's still stationed in Whitewood, right? I could help pull in an investment, and check out that kid Allen keeps mentioning.
As Calvin Zheng spoke, the others nodded, clearly interested.
Allen Ju's not exactly generous—he keeps talking about some 'special friend,' but never introduces him. Last time I asked for a photo, he claimed he didn't even have a group shot. That's definitely just an excuse.
Calvin slapped his hand on the table, looking frustrated.
It's obvious Allen's just afraid Calvin will drag his friend into some money pit, so he won't let you meet him!
Grace Liu rolled her eyes, annoyed. Calvin didn't get mad—in fact, he grinned: "Guess I should be proud! If Young Master Ju thinks of me that way, he'll have to do business with me someday."
The group chatted and laughed, occasionally tossing Evan a question or two—always something normal.
Play your cards, come on! Are you about to lose? Huh? Are you losing?
Told you, this hand's a loser! Total loss!
It's just this seat that's unlucky—otherwise, with my skills, there's no way I'd lose ten games!
Frank Bi watched as Evan didn't play the way he expected. Just when it looked like Evan would lose, Evan used a small bomb combo to seize the lead.
Then came a flurry of cards—splitting pairs, chaining runs, nothing big, but none of the opponents had a good answer.
Evan memorized every card played, hitting weak spots, always picking the most likely way to pass.
Back and forth like that—
Three.
Evan laid down his last card to finish the game.
Empty-handed, the round was over.
He won this round.