"What's the fuss about? Old rules apply! Wait if you are late!" In the middle of the three tables was a bench. On it stood a person who watched over all three tables. He was the person called Laosi. His eyes were bloodshot from all the smoke, and he even stuffed cotton balls into his nose. His half-naked body was covered in sweat, but he had no intention to get down. Laosi's voice sounded hoarse when he spoke… But his eyes were sharp. He could see every single action taken by the people beneath him.
Apart from them, there were people squatting outside the room, on the streets, and at the village entrance. Very clearly this was a spot for collective gambling.
Seconds turned to minutes and accompanied by uproarious laughter or fuming bellows, a young man gathered all the money on the table towards him. He laughed out loud. "That's what I'm saying! I was supposed to be lucky today, with riches awaiting me! Haha!"
