Just as the old village chief had said, by now a considerable number of people had gathered at Zhen's place, with two mahjong tables set up, the place was shrouded in a haze of smoke that was quite uncomfortable.
A middle-aged man with squinty eyes saw the old village chief and said with a smile, "Yo, Uncle Zhong wants to play a few rounds too?".
"I'm not playing. I've brought two people with me," the old village chief stepped aside to reveal Shen Fu and Xiaodie, who seemed out of place there.
The squinty-eyed man immediately said with a laugh, "We play big here, don't cry when it's time to settle up."
The old village chief said, "They're not here to play, they've come to ask you some questions."
Squinty Eyes narrowed his eyes further, "Uncle Zhong, my time is very precious."
Shen Fu pulled out a wad of cash, easily thousands of yuan, "It won't take up too much of your time."
The squinty-eyed Zhen hurriedly said, "Old Four, take over for me!"
"Alright, boss!"
