"6, 7, 8, 9, 10! You playing?"
"Pass!"
"9, 10, Jack, Queen, King! You playing?"
"Pass!"
"Four aces, a bomb!"
"Pass!"
"Pair of 2s!"
"Pass!"
"Joker bomb!"
"Pass, pass, pass!" Director Roland said, gritting his teeth.
"Last card. No one wants it, right? A single 3!" Feng Mountain smiled, tossing down the last card in his hand and declaring victory for the round.
"Feng, how could you be left with a single 3? That's not right." Director Roland's eyes were wide with disbelief.
"None of your business what I keep. Time to settle up!" Feng Mountain said with a smug grin. He unhurriedly gathered the cards, then looked at Director Roland's full hand—not a single card played—and started calculating the score.
"Seventeen cards in hand, that's 17 US dollars. A 'Spring' hand doubles it to 34 US dollars. One bomb makes it 64 US dollars, two bombs, 128 US dollars. Thanks for playing."
Feng Mountain expertly rattled off the total and held out his hand to collect his winnings.
