He looked sowhat ferocious, unwilling to believe it, and stood up to check.
Indeed, he saw three sixes in the dice cup, like a slap fiercely hitting him in the face.
The old skin trembled a bit: "This...is impossible."
"Well, I didn’t expect my luck to be this good." Tang Dongfeng tapped his fingers on the table, looking at Steward He: "Well, Steward He, give the money. I’m here to get rich today."
"It really is three sixes, Master Tang, you’re impressive." Li Can didn’t expect Tang Dongfeng to win either, and he laughed excitedly, patting his thigh.
The gamblers watching from the side did the sa.
The atmosphere suddenly heated up.
Soone couldn’t stand the gambling den doing well and voiced incitent: "Steward He, didn’t expect you to stumble. You better pay the silver, a ten to one payout. Master Tang’s one thousand taels, ten tis is ten thousand taels, right?"
"It is ten thousand taels."
"Is Steward He thinking of not paying?" Soone who enjoyed the spectacle made a fuss, intentionally shouting in the crowd.
After shouting, he shrank his neck, and Steward He searched but couldn’t find who spoke.
At this mont, even if he’s slow-witted, he understands Tang Dongfeng deliberately ca to cause trouble.
He warned, "Master Tang, we usually play one to one, you were joking, right?"
One thousand taels is significant for him, but ten thousand would be painful.
Even as the steward of the gambling den, he can’t bear the burden of paying so much silver at once.
"Joking? How so? Does Steward He lose and refuse to gamble? Is the den only for our losses, not allowing wins? How is it different from a bandit’s lair then?" Tang Dongfeng appeared friendly, making people like him, but his pointed words assuredly marked him as a cunning rchant, driving one mad without remorse.
Steward He instantly turned black-faced, almost gritting his teeth as he spoke: "Master Tang, how could it be? I was joking with you earlier. If you have the skill to win this ten thousand taels, the gambling den will not block you."
He raised his hand, signaling to bring ten thousand taels from the counter, while also gesturing for the gambling den staff to deliver a ssage to the chief steward.
"Master Tang, care for another round?" Steward He withheld his urge to spaz out in anger, asking with a hint of threat.
"Sure." Tang Dongfeng had no intention to retreat.
Seeing his quick response, Steward He squinted, wondering if Tang Dongfeng had more intentions.
Was he playing dumb only to take advantage, or did he have other plans for this ten thousand taels?
Regardless of Steward He’s guesses about Tang Dongfeng’s ideas, the second round started quickly.
Shaking the dice for the decision.
This ti, Steward He didn’t act rashly and let Tang Dongfeng bet first.
"Looks like I can still lose over ten tis with these ten thousand taels, so let’s play small, five hundred taels, one to one." Tang Dongfeng said casually, as if five hundred taels were nothing.
Steward He did not relax due to his actions.
He directly placed one thousand taels on the two-to-one odds.
"Can you win again this ti?" Li Can asked curiously.
Tang Dongfeng shook his head: "Don’t know, let’s see about luck."
"Master Tang, rolling dice can’t just rely on luck," Steward He said with a faint smile.
"Is that so?" As Tang Dongfeng’s words fell, he opened the dice cup, and upon seeing, couldn’t help but sigh: "Oh, what’s going on? Wasn’t today supposed to be big earnings? Why did I lose?"
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