Chapter 1300

A joke?

Ghost Festival check-in reward: Get to know advanced gambling techniques!

Once at the mahjong table, Cao Weiguo displayed superb card skills, "truly" not knowing how to play.

A cannon shot from mid-air.

Cao Weiguo: "Two-Tong!"

Factory Director Li laughed excitedly: "Hahaha! I've won!"

Subsequently, Cao Weiguo transformed into a cannon-shooter at the table, winning a laugh with every shot, making Factory Director Li and Factory Director Han so happy they couldn't find north.

Pointing the cannon!

Pong!

Kong!

Self-drawn!

Full flush!

Factory Director Li was overjoyed, and all the depression in his belly vanished like smoke.

Factory Director Han's smile returned, and having won a few good hands, he considered it a relief from his shock.

Cao Weiguo said with a bitter face: "Alas! Why did I play the Yaoji!"

Factory Director Li laughed: "Weiguo! Don't be discouraged. Playing cards is just like this. Let's continue. Don't be disheartened; you must carry forward that spirit of yours of not fearing hardship, not fearing fatigue, and not admitting defeat. We shall fight until dawn."

Factory Director Han laughed: "Weiguo, don't be anxious, take it slow. I think you're playing quite well right now."

The mahjong game lasted until twelve o'clock at night before breaking up. If it weren't for the fact that they had to go to work tomorrow, Factory Director Li really wouldn't have been willing to let Cao Weiguo leave.

Whether winning money or not wasn't important; the key was being happy!

Cao Weiguo shook his head. Old Li was certainly happy; winning over thirty yuan in one night—who wouldn't be happy if it happened to them?

Factory Director Han had also won money and was happy. When they were about to part ways, he insisted on stuffing a wad of money into Cao Weiguo's hand, but at this critical juncture, how could Cao Weiguo dare to take it?

Even if Factory Director Han beat him to death today, he wouldn't dare take a single cent from him.

Is that money?

That is a root of disaster!

That is fire that will burn oneself!

Cao Weiguo still had a sense of what money could be touched and what money could not.

Unclear money is scorching!

There could be many reasons why this Factory Director Han was not isolated for investigation.

Either he really had no problems, or his backing was strong enough.

Cao Weiguo wouldn't ask around, nor did he have such heavy curiosity.

The character for "official" has two mouths.

One facing up, one facing down.

If Factory Director Han wasn't willing to say, then even getting to the bottom of it would be in vain.

Furthermore: Mind your own business, mind less business!

Whether this Factory Director Han was incorruptible or something else—did it have half a cent to do with him?

Right and wrong only exist because of opening one's mouth too much; troubles all stem from sticking one's neck out!

Eat an extra bowl of rice, mind less business!

Doing well oneself is better than anything else.

This time, going to the accessories factory to cook for the workers and improve their meals was already considered a merit; he hadn't eaten the country's grain for nothing.

As for catching the borers and swatting the flies... that still has to rely on the organization.