Eighth Brother, mid-chew of his steak, mumbled, "Brother, we're practically family. Just say the word, and whatever Eighth Brother can do, he will!"
"Then my thanks in advance, Eighth Brother. Tomorrow's game requires a dealer. I trust no one else; would you be willing to handle the cards?" I whispered.
He thumped his chest, declaring, "Don't worry, brother. Consider it done! But if you win, don’t forget Eighth Brother’s cut!" He erupted into laughter. The greedy scoundrel was already eyeing the spoils. Nevertheless, I smiled and readily agreed.
After a brief conversation, I subtly signalled Lulu, who arose gracefully.
"Eighth Brother, please remain seated. I'll be right back," she announced before exiting.
Watching her depart, Eighth Brother exclaimed, "Brother, where did you find this woman? She's the spitting image of Huang Ze!"
I chuckled, "If you can't procure the real thing, a replica will suffice."
"Precisely!" he concurred.