From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 111: What Dividing the Cake? It’s Just an Invitation to Join the Franchise

"Eight-wan!"

"Kong! Spirits of heaven, spirits of earth, please let me get a Blossom on the Kong and beat all three of them!"

"HAHAHA! A Blossom on the Kong! Triple score, I win against all three!" Su Chen triumphantly slammed the Seven-wan from his hand onto the table.

Jiang Hui, Chen Fei, and Aunt Tang all looked utterly dejected.

After breakfast, Su Chen had gotten bored just sitting around the house. It was snowing outside, so he couldn’t go out and do anything fun.

He casually remarked he was looking for something to do, and Chen Fei suggested a game of mahjong.

And just like that, the four of them sat down at the mahjong table.

Jiang Hui had been living in Xiangjiang, but the mahjong scene was just as popular there, albeit with a few differences from the mainland.

After a quick discussion, they all agreed to play Sichuan-style mahjong with the "exchange three tiles" rule, which was easy enough for everyone to learn.

As a native of Wudu, playing mahjong was practically in Su Chen’s DNA, and his competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

Whether it was Su Chen’s incredible luck or just the abysmal skill of Jiang Hui and the other two, who could say? They had started at nine in the morning, and in less than three hours, the three of them had lost a total of nearly two thousand yuan.

And they were only playing for small stakes—about five yuan a game.

Losing two thousand like that... their luck was truly one for the books!

"Mr. Su, look at the time. It’s almost noon, I should get started on lunch!" Aunt Tang’s heart ached. She hadn’t gotten any work done all morning, and several days’ worth of her wages were gone!

"That’s right, Mr. Su, the snow in the courtyard needs a light sweeping!" Jiang Hui chimed in.

Only Chen Fei was at a loss for words. He understood how Aunt Tang and Jiang Hui felt, but wouldn’t calling it quits now just spoil Mr. Su’s fun?

He wisely chose to keep his head down and pretended not to hear a thing.

Hearing this, Su Chen didn’t insist on playing any longer. After all, as the day’s biggest winner, he had to show some sportsmanship.

If the losers hadn’t spoken up, Su Chen certainly wouldn’t have been the one to end the game. But since two of them were ready to stop, he had no objection.

"Alright, let’s call it a day. Aunt Tang, take this money I won and buy some groceries. We’ll all eat something good tonight!"

Su Chen had no intention of giving the money back. There are wins and losses in mahjong, and he couldn’t go breaking the rules. Otherwise, Jiang Hui and the others might not take their future games with him seriously.

"Of course, Mr. Su!" Aunt Tang accepted the money with a smile, then pulled a small notebook from her pocket and logged the amount.

Su Chen nodded slightly at the sight, quite pleased with Aunt Tang’s professionalism.

Just as he was about to get up, the doorbell at the main gate rang.

"Chen Fei, go see who it is."

At his word, Chen Fei immediately hurried outside.

Su Chen was also curious who could be looking for him at this hour. It was almost noon. ’Are they here to mooch a free meal?’

Soon, Su Chen heard a commotion from the front yard. Recognizing the familiar voices, he pursed his lips in annoyance.

"Aunt Tang, looks like lunch is going to be a bit more work for you. Please make some extra food. A few freeloaders who’ve starved for ages just showed up!"

"Freeloaders who’ve starved for ages?" Aunt Tang didn’t quite understand what Su Chen meant, but she still headed briskly toward the kitchen in the front courtyard.

The great thing about a courtyard house is that everything is connected. As Aunt Tang left via the covered walkway, she didn’t cross paths with the incoming guests.

As for Jiang Hui, he was already boiling water to prepare tea.

"Hey, Old Su, making tea already!" A booming voice filled the room the moment the visitor stepped inside.

Su Chen watched Sicong and the others file in, a wry look on his face. "You guys have impeccable timing, showing up right when it’s time to eat. What, you think this place is your personal cafeteria?"

"Hehe, how could that be? We just got to the Imperial Capital and came straight to you!" Sicong had long since learned to be shameless around him, speaking without a hint of being an outsider.

Su Chen scanned the group following him—Qin Fen, Hou Ting, Chen He, and Deng Chao—but noticed Chen Feiyu was missing.

"Hey, where’s Feiyu? Did he go back to Xiangjiang?"

"Mm-hmm. Their family business has apparently scaled up again. They’re even expanding into South Asia..." Sicong paused, giving Su Chen a meaningful look. "He told me it was all thanks to you!"

Su Chen raised an eyebrow and shot Sicong an exaggerated eye-roll. "Listen to you. As if I haven’t given you any resources!"

He then turned to the other four, who were still standing. "What are you all standing around for? Sit down! Is this a height competition?"

Hearing this, Qin Fen and the others immediately found seats around the table.

"Sicong, give Yu Qian a call and tell him to come over."

"Hm? Yu Qian? What do you want him for? You’re not planning on including him in this, are you?" Sicong had thought that with Chen Feiyu absent, there would be a larger slice of the pie for everyone else. He never expected Su Chen to just add someone new.

’One person leaves, another joins—it’s like nothing’s changed!’

"Just do it. I have my reasons," Su Chen’s tone grew firm.

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