The contract was quickly drawn up, and to ensure fairness, quite a few spectators ca forward voluntarily to sign their nas as witnesses to the gambling event.
Holding the two identical copies of the contract, Butler Hong had a conspicuous smile on his lips, evidently confident of winning this gamble.
However, Zhong Yingming was not one to fall behind either. He had been gambling against Butler Hong at Sifang Gambling House for seven days, constantly winning, and had amassed no less than a thousand taels of silver.
He ca today because he heard it would be Butler Hong’s last day running the gamble. If his luck didn’t turn, he planned to wash his hands of gambling altogether.
Zhong Yingming was usually accustod to losing in gambling. How could he have ever won so much like now?
Spurred by ambition and Butler Hong’s urgency to leave, he brought all the hundreds of taels of silver he won over the past few days, ready to make another big move.
Though he had actually won close to a thousand taels, he had almost squandered it all in the past few days, leaving with only these re hundreds.
He initially thought he could strike it big today, but unexpectedly lost as soon as he entered the gambling house.
Seeing it was already the final round, he couldn’t believe his luck would be so bad!
Take a leap of faith; after all, with so many debts, he wasn’t worried. Old Lady Zhong had said her dowry estates and shops would eventually be his; right now he was just getting them ahead of ti.
"Last round, please!"
Butler Hong placed the contract beside him, looking at Zhong Yingming with a half-smile.
It was still dice gambling by evaluating sizes, to ensure fairness. This ti, the dice thrower was specifically switched to a young man who had co to watch the excitent.
Zhong Yingming recognized this young man, who had been loitering around Sifang Gambling House these past few days, another idle loafer.
His gambling skills were diocre, frequently losing, certainly a rookie incapable of cheating.
"Hehe, I feel a bit nervous handling such a great responsibility, hehe."
The young man accidentally dropped the dice as soon as he received it, awkwardly jesting at himself, causing the crowd to chuckle.
Butler Hong also laughed, but Zhong Yingming couldn’t. He was truly too anxious; those few estates that belonged to Old Lady Zhong were already his last cards, not to ntion he had counted the estate they were currently living in. If he really lost this round, his family would have nowhere to go.
Nevertheless, Zhong Yingming, who cared about his reputation, didn’t show any signs of anxiety, rely forced a couple of laughs, while his eyes were tightly fixed on the dice cup in the young man’s hands.
Clang-clang.
The dice cup shook vigorously in the young man’s hand; perhaps to show off, he shook it loudly until everyone grew impatient and then chuckled before slamming it onto the table.
They could faintly hear the sound of dice spin inside the cup until the sound vanished, and everyone restlessly focused on the two sitting at the table.
Butler Hong maintained his nonchalant deanor, chuckling, "Seems like Old Master Zhong’s luck isn’t too good today, in that case, please place your bet first!"
At such a critical juncture between life and death, who cares about the noble act of letting others go first?
Zhong Yingming wished Butler Hong would let him bet first; this way his chances of winning would be much greater.
He swallowed dryly, hesitating between the size grids, the chip in his hand was almost crushed by his grip.
Pop!
Finally, he closed his eyes and made a choice.
"I’m betting on big!"
Butler Hong raised an eyebrow, a gleam seed to flash in his eye, the sarcasm at the corners of his mouth also fleeting.
He leisurely pushed his chip forward: "In that case, I’ll bet on small then."
Upon seeing this, the onlookers shook their heads; today’s dice gambling had opened dozens of rounds, nearly every round was big, only a few were small.
Now Butler Hong unexpectedly abandoned the odds greatest big, opting for small instead, truly worrying!
Zhong Yingming stretched his neck to glance, gently sighing in relief.
If Butler Hong had chosen big like him, this round would have to start over. Fortunately, he didn’t pick the sa choice as him.
Zhong Yingming seed to see the light of victory, his smile was exceedingly clear: "Butler Hong better think carefully, once chosen can’t change, don’t regret after the cup is opened, oh!"
This brazen manner, even appearing sure of victory, was disliked by many who saw it.
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