The man who rolled the dice gave the steward a nonchalant look.
He felt that this man was either here to gamble, to ruin the place, or to ruin his job.
The steward looked at Chu Ang and said with a smile, "No one has ever bet in a gambling shop.
Sir, would you like to change the number?"
Chu Ang looked at him and said with a smile, "I met a master today and said that I would win whatever I bought.
The God of Wealth would favor me, and if there was any help from God, I don't believe in this evil, so I came to try it out and I bought some.
I want to make that stinky Taoist priest's fortune-telling self-defeating."
Everyone is speechless.
The Taoist priest said you won, but you are not happy yet.
You insist on verifying that what others say is false.
Is this a mental illness?
But then I thought about it, this person was so eager to prove that the Taoist priest's words were false.
The Taoist priest must have said something bad later.
The steward asked more questions, and Chu Ang sighed, "The Taoist said that if I win one night, I will win at least ten thousand taels, but then I will lose, and lose everything.
I am born into a wealthy family, and I have a lot of money.
I can see you.
That's a mere ten thousand taels won."
"If you don't bet, there will be a bloody disaster."
Chu Ang looked angry.
It seems that we can't lose today, so we can only count the ten thousand taels together and lose tomorrow.
He just wants to lose, and the more he loses, the happier he is.
Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder.
The person in charge thought to himself that the Taoist priest's fortune telling seemed to be quite accurate.
He winked at the person who rolled the dice and made sure to roll out something.
The one who shakes the dice, "."
This must be too difficult for him.
He has never wavered a bit.
But he can't help but disobey the manager.
He was trained by a gambling house.
If he doesn't obey, the end will be particularly miserable.
The dice player looked at Chu Ang with a look of complaint.
After he withdrew his gaze, he started to roll the dice carefully and seriously.
The shaking time was extremely long.
Everyone stared at the dice and held their breath, waiting for the result.
After a long wait, the man put the shaker on the table.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the person who rolled the dice.
Fortunately, after the shaking cup came, everyone gasped.
“Really a little bit” The person who rolled the dice felt that his back was soaked, and he was so exhausted that he could no longer hold on.
Chu Ang was collecting money and cursing at the same time.
This was definitely the first time he had seen this in a gambling shop.
It could be said to be unique.
I've only heard of people being scolded when they lose money, and they are scolded when they win.
Could it be because they offended the God of Wealth by speaking rudely?
It definitely is.
The dice player thought that this would be the end of it, but who would have thought that Chu Ang would have to have trouble with the gambling house.
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He just finished buying one point, and now he has to buy thirteen points.
Everyone, "."
The eyes that shook the dice were straight, and he refused to let anyone live.
I really wanted to kick him out of the door.
The manager of the gambling house was speechless, and he believed that what the Taoist priest said should be more serious than what Chu Ang said just now.
It was even possible.
The two dice were stacked together, and they were just right, but how could the thirteen o'clock be rolled out?
The dice roller winked at him again and again.
He was powerless.
Even if he were beaten to death at thirteen o'clock, he wouldn't be able to shake the dice.
Chu Ang put the money in the blank space next to twelve o'clock and said with a satisfied smile, "If it can shake a little, I don't believe that the God of Wealth can make it thirteen o'clock."
The manager of the gambling house said with a cold expression, "Our gambling house can't shake the thirteen o'clock.
If you don't want to gamble anymore, you can leave."
Yes, I'm going to be blasted away.
Of course, the gambling shop didn't really blow people away, they were still thinking about his huge wealth.
The gambling shop just wanted to force Chu Ang to buy it with a different number of points.
The boy was advising Chu Ang from behind, "Sir, let's go."
Chu Ang didn't like him, "What are we going to do?
If I don't win ten thousand taels, I will definitely die if I leave the gambling house."
The boy shut his mouth.
Could he say that he didn't say so before he came?
The plan couldn't keep up with the change.
The steward pushed the banknote to Chu Ang and said, "Young master, it's better not to gamble in this game."
Chu Ang didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.
Others placed their bets one after another and left.
The man who rolled the dice shook it without any pressure, and then slapped it on the gaming table.
Chu Ang pressed his hands on the gambling table and stared at the shaking cup, looking attracted.
Every gambler was like this.
The shaking cup was opened and everyone gasped.
I saw a dice being split on the table, and it was thirteen o'clock.
Chu Ang immediately slammed the table and scolded the manager of the gambling house, "Didn't you say you can't shake it out?"
The man in charge wiped his sweat, and then glared at the man who rolled the dice.
The person shaking the dice looked aggrieved.
He rolled it casually.
Who knew the dice would break in half?
This young man is really evil.
Whatever he bought came out.
It could be said that he was cheating before, but he didn't do anything just now.
Chu Ang looked angry, huffing angrily, wishing he could grab the gambling house steward by the collar and beat him up.
The gambling house steward was very fierce to people, but Chu Ang glared at him, and he still smiled.
Who makes people fat?
Chu Ang quit and asked the waiter to collect the cash, while saying, "Go to the other side to gamble."
The people in charge of the gambling house didn't stop him.
Sorry, the gambling house across the street also belongs to their owners.
After reaching the opposite side, it was another win.
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The winner is a mess, the winner is evil, and the winner brings a bunch of people to watch the fun.
The business of the gambling house here is bleak, and it closed early.
The manager of the gambling house said that this was the first time he had seen such evil gambling.
The more he won, the angrier Chu Ang became, and in the end he wanted to destroy the gambling house.
If this was normal, he would have been thrown out by the people in the gambling house.
Being able to open a gambling house in Kyoto, and it is such a big one, he must have a backer.
Yes, are you still afraid of businessmen?
Even if he is an imperial merchant, he is still a businessman, and gambling houses have nothing to fear.
Chu Ang was angry and winning money at the same time.
A bunch of people followed him and made bets, winning a lot.
Gambling shops don't care about the small amount of money, they have a long-term vision, and besides, these people are used to gambling.
Even if they win, they will still pay it back, just leave it in their hands and keep it for two days.
After two hours of gambling, Chu Ang won ten thousand taels.
He yawned profusely and didn't want to gamble anymore.
He looked haggard after winning.
He took the money and left with a worried look on his face.
Stayed one night at the inn.
There was no way, someone was following him in the gambling house, probably to find out how much money he had, how much he had won, and then it would be better to come to collect debts.
Chu Ang, this big fat sheep, has been sharpened by the gambling house and is ready to be slaughtered.
Chu Ang and the secret guard knew very well.
The young man dressed as the secret guard said, "Master, I think that Taoist priest is quite smart.
Let's pay him tens of thousands taels and see if there is any way to resolve it.
The millions of taels of silver accumulated by our ancestors, Just lose."
Before the boy could finish his words, Chu Ang made a plan, "That smelly Taoist priest is just cheating people out of food and drink.
I still don't believe that I will lose all my money.
I will go back to the inn and have a sleep.
I will worship the God of Wealth and go gambling tomorrow."
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