"Stop spouting crap, you pig! That's obvious! Don't call yourself 'Grandmaster Lan Dan' anymore, call yourself 'Grand Pig Lan' instead!"
"Cough... my wife calls me that too..."
Everyone: "..."
You really are something, big brother.
"Continue?"
Grandmaster Lan Dan, trying hard to please, faced the other three players with a succinct count of his losses and handed it over, "Let's get started..."
The mahjong tiles rattled.
The other two were listless.
But they still had to play—maybe the next round they'd win against Lan Dan?
That would be pretty cool, right?
Grandmaster Meng Hun, not having a turn, was scratching his head in frustration, his feet cramping from the agitation, "Let me in, let me in, Lan Dan. You rest, I'll win your money back."
"You haven't caught a break today; you wish!" Lan Dan stood his ground, seriously picking and meticulously arranging the tiles.