Chapter 2238

Zhou Andong was holding a book, lying on the sofa in the reception hall reading, and within a few minutes, his eyes began to fight each other.

He put down the book, intending to sleep for a while to catch up on rest. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard Zhang Zuo's arrogant shout.

He was truly sleepy and had no intention of playing mahjong, but just as he was about to continue sleeping, he heard Zhang Zuo's extremely arrogant shout again.

"A bunch of losers, low-IQ idiots, this master is going to let you know who is the wisest and most powerful man in this world."

Zhou Andong's mouth twitched violently. He rolled over and sat up, then went out the door, just in time to see Gu Bing and Tang Lin coming out of the moon gate of the side courtyard.

The three looked at each other, their gazes meeting in the air, conveying a mutual understanding that only they understood. Afterward, they smiled slightly in unison; that smile contained both a sense of tacit agreement and an indescribable meaning.

Zhou Andong was the first to speak: "Since Brother Dazuo has issued such an enthusiastic invitation, if we don't agree, wouldn't it seem like we are too ungrateful and don't know what's good for us?"

As he spoke, he stepped toward the entertainment room opposite.

Tang Lin followed closely behind, nodding repeatedly, the smile on his face looking exceptionally sincere: "Brother Dazuo is the God of Gamblers reborn.

For him to be willing to find us to play mahjong with him is truly giving us enough face. We must go all out, reach out with both hands to firmly accept this honor, and absolutely cannot let Brother Dazuo's face fall to the ground."

"Exactly, exactly!" Gu Bing also echoed: "For a figure like Brother Dazuo to be able to play with us is looking up to us; we can't refuse such a favor."

Zhang Zuo walked into the entertainment room slowly with his head held high, hands behind his back, and a steady, measured gait. He then swaggered up to the three who were already sitting at the mahjong table and spoke without ceremony.

"Do you three have enough money in your pockets? Don't go crying and playing dirty when you lose it all, always owing debts and not paying. This isn't a charity organization here; I don't indulge you in these stinky habits!"

Tang Lin couldn't help but laugh, the corners of his mouth curling high: "Then why don't you tell us, how much counts as enough?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zuo became even more triumphant. He sat heavily on the chair, leaned back, and revealed an arrogant expression: "Hmph, don't even think about sitting at the table to play with me if you have less than two thousand yuan!"

Watching Zhang Zuo's arrogant appearance, the three of Zhou Andong felt an itch in their hearts and couldn't wait to rush up, pin this idiot to the ground, and give him a sound beating.

Tang Lin took a deep breath, patted his pocket, and responded confidently: "Don't worry, there's enough money in my pocket for you to win. Besides, even if I lose it all, it won't be a problem to borrow some from my sister-in-law!"

With a clatter, Gu Bing pushed the mahjong tiles: "Enough nonsense, come on, let the battle begin!"

The sound of shuffling tiles rang out, followed by stacking, rolling the dice, and drawing tiles. Then, amidst the constant shouts of "pong," "chow," and "hu," Zhang Zuo's tragic moment began.

After playing a round and a half, Zhang Zuo hadn't won a single hand, and the two thousand-plus yuan he had worked so hard to win last night was now completely lost.

"Hu!" Zhou Andong pushed the tiles in front of him: "Kong-flower, flush, pay up, pay up!"

Zhang Zuo, whose face had already turned black from losing, turned even darker. He violently pushed over his tiles and shouted.

"My luck is too bad; it must be that the feng shui in the north doesn't agree with me today. Change the dealer, change the dealer!"

Zhou Andong looked at Tang Lin and Gu Bing, then nodded and agreed very readily: "Fine, change the dealer. Sit wherever you like."

Hearing this, Zhang Zuo hummed with satisfaction, then reached out to grab the dice on the table and began to deal again. After some maneuvering, the dealer position was finally adjusted to the east side, which satisfied him.

But even so, the idiot's luck seemed to show no signs of improvement. After several hands, he still hadn't won a single one.

Not long after, the thousand-plus he had in his pocket was also completely lost. But this idiot was truly one hundred percent unconvinced; he widened his eyes and shouted in frustration.

"Wait, I'm going to the bank to withdraw money right now. I don't believe in this evil; I won't keep losing to you three idiots today."

Tang Lin was quick-witted and grabbed Zhang Zuo, who was about to leave, and advised: "I say brother, since you have no money on you, why don't we just call it a day? Don't play anymore."

"No way!" Zhang Zuo refused without hesitation, "You want to pat your butts and leave after winning my money? Where in the world is there such a good thing?"

Tang Lin shook his head helplessly and said sincerely: "I say Brother Dazuo, what you said is a bit hurtful.

My gambling etiquette isn't that bad. It's mainly about the time; look at what time it is now. If you run to the bank to withdraw money now, who knows how late it will be when you get back!"

As he spoke, Tang Lin raised his wrist and shook his watch in front of Zhang Zuo.

At this time, Zhou Andong, who had been watching the changes from the side, spoke up: "No, shall I lend you some first?"

"I'm already the loser; if I borrow money from you, my luck will be even worse. Not borrowing."

Zhang Zuo's tone was resolute. When it came to playing mahjong, he was absolutely principled—if he said he wouldn't borrow, he wouldn't borrow.

Zhou Andong blinked, a hint of an imperceptible smile appearing on his face, and he said very casually: "How about this, use the clothes on your body as collateral.

Two hundred for the top, three hundred for the pants, one hundred and fifty for the shoes. As for the underwear, I'll give you a top price of one thousand. How about it, is that fair enough?"

After saying this, Zhou Andong winked at Gu Bing and Tang Lin beside him.

Seeing this, Tang Lin immediately nodded in understanding and echoed: "I think this method is feasible. When the game is over, Brother Dazuo can just use money to redeem his clothes. In this way, it won't delay everyone's time and can solve the current problem. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Gu Bing on the side also nodded busily, expressing agreement: "Yes, yes, this idea is indeed good. Brother Dazuo, you should think it over carefully."

Zhang Zuo scanned the three people in front of him suspiciously, feeling very doubtful that these three dogs had no good intentions.

But then he thought, as a grown man, what would it matter even if he were bare-assed?

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Andong frowned slightly, a look of annoyance appearing on his face, and he said in a stiff tone: "If it's a go, it's a go; if not, let's break it up. Don't dawdle here and waste everyone's time. You all went to catch up on sleep in the morning, but I haven't slept until now."

After speaking, Zhou Andong leaned heavily against the back of the chair and raised his hands to rub his temples, looking very exhausted.

"Let's just break it up."

Tang Lin reached out to pick up the cigarettes and lighter in front of him, stood up, and made a move to leave. Moreover, he was expressionless, his movements crisp and neat, as if he had truly lost patience.

"What's the rush?" Zhang Zuo grabbed Tang Lin, who was about to leave, and then looked at Zhou Andong: "Two hundred for the top, three hundred for the pants, one hundred and fifty for the shoes, right?"

After receiving Zhou Andong's affirmative reply, Zhang Zuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Andong nodded, then picked up the thick stack of banknotes placed in front of him and counted out a few.

"Take them all off now, and these six hundred and fifty are yours."

Zhang Zuo didn't hesitate at all and quickly took off the short-sleeved shirt, loose big shorts, and shoes he was wearing, threw them aside, and they landed accurately on the sofa next to him.

Immediately after, this idiot, wearing only his underwear, circled the room swaggeringly like a proud peacock. With every step, he would show off his non-existent biceps to the three.

After circling twice, the guy stopped, a smug smile appearing on his face: "How about it, isn't my physique quite good?"

Zhou Andong sighed, his expression full of regret. In the past, there was no obvious difference between the underwear men wore and what women wore; they were basically the traditional briefs.

To those born after 2000, and even most born after 1990, this is unbelievable. They might find it hard to imagine the simplicity and limitations of men's underwear choices in that era.

Then, in 1985, the famous brand Levi's launched a highly influential television commercial. The original intention of this ad was just to promote their newly launched jeans.

But unexpectedly, the audience's attention wasn't on the jeans at all, but was completely captured by the cotton boxers worn by the male model in the ad.

Just like that, this seemingly ordinary jeans commercial was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves when people were completely unprepared, triggering a massive, society-wide wave of change in men's underwear fashion.

Unexpectedly, in this wave of fashion change, the first to react were women, not men. They seemed to have been summoned by some mysterious force, flooding into major shopping malls like a tide, launching a crazy shopping spree.

Their goal was clear: to buy the exact same boxers worn by the model in the ad for their beloved men. Because in that specific era, women had a brand-new definition and pursuit of the ideal masculinity.

This widely recognized masculinity was no longer limited to traditional strength and power, but also needed to incorporate more thoughtful care and trendy fashion elements.

And these boxers, which had just emerged, perfectly showcased this brand-new aesthetic concept, fitting perfectly with the expectations many women had for their ideal partner's image at the time.

If the debut of boxers had been delayed by a few years, then at this very moment, our Brother Dazuo would still be wearing briefs.

Just thinking about that scene made Zhou Andong want to laugh; he believed it would definitely become a unique and eye-catching sight.

"Enough!" Tang Lin curled his lips in disdain and mocked: "Look at your small frame, like a chick that can't get enough to eat. If you weren't tied with a rope, a strong wind could blow you away. Stop embarrassing yourself and showing off to us!"

Gu Bing was impatient, frowned, and said: "Are we playing or not? If not, let's break it up, everyone go home to their own mothers.

" Hearing this, Zhang Zuo sat down hurriedly and responded: "Playing, of course we're playing. I still have to win back my capital!"

However, many things in the world do not shift according to human will. Before long, the six hundred and fifty yuan he had just obtained through collateral was lost in the blink of an eye in a few hands, and not only that, he owed another hundred-plus yuan.

Seeing Zhang Zuo's face turn black again, Gu Bing held back his laughter: "I say Brother Dazuo, why don't you just mortgage your underwear too? Boss Zhou just said that a pair of underwear can be mortgaged for one thousand."

At this time, Tang Lin leisurely picked up a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, took a deep breath, exhaled a large smoke ring, and wore an extremely brilliant smile on his face.

"How about this, Brother Dazuo, if you mortgage your underwear, Brother Dong will give you one thousand, and I will add another one thousand, making it two thousand. What do you think? Is that fair enough?"

Before the words fell, Gu Bing also hurriedly echoed: "I'll add another one thousand for you, for a total of three thousand yuan. That's enough for you to buy a cartload of shorts!"

Zhang Zuo looked down at the only shorts he had left, then looked at Tang Lin and Gu Bing, looking very smart.

"You really think I'm stupid, don't you? You want me to mortgage my shorts to you so you can watch me make a fool of myself, right?"

"How could that be?" Zhou Andong hurriedly shook his head, revealing an innocent look: "We are real brothers. Everyone gathering together to play mahjong is just for fun and to pass the time.

It's just that who would have thought your luck would be so bad today, losing so much money all at once. To be honest, seeing you like this, we brothers also feel quite bad.

But there's no help for it; there are no fathers and sons at the gambling table. Since it's money won by luck, it can't be returned for no reason, right?

So, I was thinking of letting you use the clothes on your body as collateral to at least give yourself a chance to break even. Otherwise, for that set of ragged clothes of yours, could I have given you six hundred-plus?"

Tang Lin's face was full of grievance, as if he had been wronged to the extreme, and he said pitifully: "Exactly, we all sincerely treat you as our own brother.

As a result, it's now exchanged for such suspicion and distrust from you. It's truly heartbreaking; I'm even starting to doubt whether you've really treated me as a brother for so long."

Zhang Zuo looked at this one and then that one, then laughed with a "ha," stood up, and picked up his clothes to put them on.

"Put the clothes down there?" Zhou Andong snorted coldly: "The clothes are mine now. If you want to wear them, use five thousand yuan to redeem them."

"How much?" Zhang Zuo stared: "I gave you six hundred and fifty, and you want me to pay five thousand to redeem them?"

"That's a funny way to put it." Zhou Andong picked up the cigarette in front of Tang Lin, lit one, and said with a smile: "The clothes are mine now; I decide how much to sell them to you for."