Cheng Yuan got the point, but he refrained from eating or touching.
He intentionally messed up his hand and wanted to let others win.
However, the three leaders did the same, not taking the chance to win either.
After three consecutive rounds without a winner, Cheng Yuan yawned.
"Leaders, it's getting late, shall we play another time?"
Seeing that Cheng Yuan saw through their ploys, the leaders didn't insist further.
After all, they had already lost, no, let's say given away, some.
Cheng Yuan personally escorted the leaders out of the hallway to show respect.
As they were leaving, Cheng Yuan gave the leaders a parting gift.
A box of Maotai and a pack of Huazi cigarettes for each.
It was a token exchange of pleasantries.
Just as Cheng Yuan let out a sigh of relief, a fragrant breeze suddenly came from behind and hugged him tightly.
Cheng Yuan was startled and quickly pulled away the hands embracing his waist, asking sternly, "Who's there?"
