Chapter 92: Stop moving, just drive like this, it’s good!

Style: Historical Author: Dust and bonesWords: 2287Update Time: 24/01/11 17:36:03
Not to mention Zhao Ding's attire, even Lu Tao, the attendant, was dressed in splendid clothes.

At first glance, it looks like a wealthy family.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock looked at Lu Tao and Zhao Ding with more "soft" eyes.

And listening to the middle-aged warlock's words, Lu Tao's little face was full of emotion, especially when she heard the middle-aged warlock talk about the one hundred taels of silver.

Lu Tao's big bright eyes instantly turned into the shape of silver.

Zhao Ding rolled his eyes and wanted to stop it, but looking at Lu Tao's agitated face, he decided to let it go.

Just ten taels of silver.

He Zhao Ding doesn't care.

"You can play."

Zhao Ding shook his head helplessly.

He didn't stop him and just stood aside.

After getting Zhao Ding's consent, Lu Tao was even more happy.

A satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his little face.

Then he excitedly took out ten taels of silver from his purse.

Although she is Zhao Ding's maid, Zhao Ding treats her as his own sister, and the salary she deserves is not large at all, and she also gets dividends from the Zhao's Trading Company in Youzhou.

Therefore, she can be regarded as a little rich woman.

Of course I don't feel bad about taking out ten taels of silver at this moment.

Squeeze into the crowd.

He looked around eagerly for a while.

Then Lv Tao took out a tael of silver and placed it on the circle with "three" marked in it.

And watched Lu Tao place a bet.

The middle-aged man dressed as a warlock smiled slightly and shook the porcelain bowl in his hand. After shaking for a while, he looked at the other bettors present and shouted: "Come on, come on, bets are placed, bets are placed, buy the money." Hands."

After the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock yelled.

The people around him more or less followed suit.

Especially those who had already lost a red eye directly took out a lot of money and pressed it.

These are all inner-city people.

To put it bluntly, most of the people who can live here are either rich or noble.

There are very few people like Green Peach who can suppress one or two at a time.

Many people place bets of five or two together.

Because I already lost the red eye.

Take a look at the bets on both sides.

Zhao Ding had already guessed what he was going to open.

The middle-aged man dressed as a warlock grinned and shook the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Zhao Ding could clearly see that while shaking, the porcelain bowl in the man's hand leaned back a little.

However, it was not revealed.

Still watching it for fun.

A loud bang!

The black lid on the porcelain bowl was lifted.

It was just as Zhao Ding expected.

The bet was opened on "eight", which was much smaller than the bet.

"Ouch, my one tael of silver is gone."

Seeing that the number in the bowl was eight, Lu Tao's little face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon.

Not only Lu Tao, but also the people next to him who had bet "three" like Lu Tao, all had annoyed looks on their faces.

But those who pressed on "eight" smiled happily.

The middle-aged man dressed as a warlock grinned and said, "Oh, I accept it, I accept it."

As he spoke, he threw all the money on the "three" in front of him, and then paid out the money to the people on the "eight" one by one.

Over and over again, there were another forty or fifty taels of silver in front of me.

Wow!

The middle-aged man shook the porcelain bowl in his hand again, and while shaking it, he shouted to the people around him: "Come on, come on, keep betting, you will make money if you keep betting!"

Lu Tao's big eyes swept around the table, and finally he gritted his teeth and placed his bet on "three." !”

There are many people who hold the same idea as Lu Tao.

Some people have started to double or triple their bets in order to recoup their losses!

In an instant, the table in front of the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock was filled with a pile of silver.

Zhao Ding glanced at it.

This time, it was obvious that there were more "eight" bets.

Not surprisingly, the one that opened should be "three".

As expected, Zhao Ding's thoughts came to an end.

The middle-aged man opened the black lid on the porcelain bowl.

It's "three"!

Seeing the "three" and receiving the money as compensation, Lu Tao's eyes suddenly narrowed into a star shape.

Looking at Zhao Ding with excitement: "Your Majesty, look, I won, I won!"

He held up the one tael of silver in his hand as if to show off.

Zhang San struck unceremoniously: "That's how you got your money back."

Lu Tao: "..."

"Young Master, you have been watching for so long, why don't you play a game? You see, your servant is not losing money. I can guarantee that as long as the Young Master places a bet, no matter how much the Young Master wins, I will definitely pay the price. How about that? ?”

Just when Lu Tao and Zhang San were bickering.

The middle-aged man dressed as a warlock raised his head and looked at Zhao Ding with a flattering expression.

Yo, you are treating me like a big pig.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock, Zhao Ding grinned.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Really, how much will you pay if I bet?"

"That's natural. I've been here on Zhenkang Street for quite a long time. I've always been a child without any deception. There's no way I'm cheating."

The middle-aged man dressed as a warlock had a righteous look on his face.

"Okay, there's no rush, then I'll just have fun."

Zhao Ding grinned, reached out from his sleeve and took out a twenty-tael silver ingot and threw it on top of "three", "Try the water first, just for fun, and then add more when you lose."

"Young master is very generous."

When he saw that Zhao Ding made twenty taels, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up and he licked his lips subconsciously.

Then he quickly sat on the ground.

Shake the porcelain bowl in your hand.

And as Zhao Ding placed his bet.

The passers-by who had been playing before also followed suit and placed bets.

Perhaps seeing that Zhao Ding was generous, everyone pressed "three".

Lu Tao also bet another "three".

In an instant, the amount of silver in the circle of "three" on the table had reached about one hundred taels, while the "eight" on the opposite side only had less than twenty taels.

"You've already bought everything. Once you've bought it, I'll open it!"

The middle-aged man grinned and quietly leaned back on the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Just when he was about to lift the lid of the porcelain bowl, Zhao Ding held down the middle-aged man's hand and said with a smile: "I decided to play a big game, twenty taels is no fun."

As he spoke, he took out a thousand-tael silver note from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Looking at the middle-aged warlock, he said, "I'll stake eight, one thousand taels."

Looking at the one thousand taels of silver notes that Zhao Ding slapped on the table, the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock visibly swallowed his saliva.

However, he still said with a smile on his face: "Okay, I'll let you go."

When speaking.

He subconsciously wanted to move the porcelain bowl in his hand forward, but Zhao Ding still held it down with one hand. Zhao Ding looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a warlock with a smile: "Stop moving, just open like this, it's good." !”