A large bunch of people, led by Lao Yang's call, rushed over and threw Lao Yun high up.
"Lao Yun, you are our god."
"In life and death, true friendship is shown, in death and life, friendship is revealed. Those old masters of cross-talk were not lying to me."
"Boss Yun, just because you dug up my corpse from the grave and buried it with gongs and drums, if I win a penny from you in the future, I'm a son of a turtle."
"As long as we're playing cards, let's let the Cloud God win."
Yun Ziliang was hailed as the hero of the mahjong parlor, continuously being thrown up, dropped, and thrown up again...
Facing the card friends' slogans "When playing, let Lao Yun win first," Yun Ziliang timidly gestured, "I can't win money. A person's luck is only so much. Win a bit more here, and you'll win less there."
As he talked, he choked up.
