After entering the city, a few boys took Tang Ping around and soon came to a small alley.
"Right here!" Du He pointed to a somewhat dilapidated courtyard.
"Yi Ai, go and call the door!"
"Yes!" Fang Yiai walked up and banged the courtyard door a few times with his fist as big as a casserole.
Soon someone cursed and opened the door.
"Who is making noise here so early in the morning?"
Seeing that it was Fang Yiai who called the door, he sneered and said, "Hey, how many gentlemen are here? Have you brought the money?"
"Of course I have the money, but I want to see if you can take it away today!"
"Yo!" The gangster who opened the door looked at Tang Ping from head to toe: "You look strange, what's wrong? These boys asked you to come and settle things? What do you call this young man?"
"The last name is Tang!"
"Okay, Mr. Tang is polite!" The gangster said he was polite, but he just turned sideways: "Since Mr. Tang is here to make peace today, let's come in and talk. But I don't know Mr. Tang. Have you asked? We are all working under General Yun to make a living."
"General Yun?" Tang Ping really didn't know that there was such a figure among the famous generals of the Tang Dynasty.
"This man named General Yun is the biggest gangster leader in Chang'an. They also appointed this general themselves." Old Cui whispered behind Tang Ping's ear: "But I don't know what his background is. He has been living in the same style in Chang'an for so many years. The water rises."
Tang Ping nodded, he really thought it was some kind of general, but it turned out that it was just these gangsters enjoying themselves.
Even if he didn't know their backgrounds, Tang Ping planned to discuss with Fang and Du about launching a special crackdown on gangs and evil in Chang'an.
To develop industry and commerce, these gangsters are undoubtedly one of the obstacles.
After a few people entered the yard, the gangster closed the door, and a few more big men walked out of the yard, two of them with Cheng Chumo, his head hanging down, sandwiched between them.
When several boys saw Cheng Chumo, they all shouted excitedly: "Chumo, are you okay?"
"Don't worry Chumo, Brother Ping is here to save you!"
Cheng Chumo raised his head and looked at Tang Ping with red eyes, then lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Did you bring the money? Six thousand five hundred dollars, you can take the person away!"
"Isn't it only six thousand dollars yesterday? Why did it become six thousand five hundred dollars?"
"That's right, you guys don't follow the rules!"
Several boys became anxious upon hearing this.
"Hey! Did this bastard stay at our place for free last night? Do you think he's like this? We didn't treat him badly when it came to food. We didn't do you any wrong by charging you 500 yuan!"
"you……"
Tang Ping raised his hand to ask them to quiet down.
"Six thousand five hundred dollars, very reasonable!"
Turning to Lao Cui and nodding, Lao Cui took off his belt from his shoulders, opened it, and revealed the usual copper coins inside.
A gangster was about to reach out to get it, but was stopped by Tang Ping.
"The money is all here, but I heard that my little brother lost to you yesterday. I think he was unlucky, so I want to give it a try today."
The gangster's eyes lit up: "Master Tang, do you also want to try your luck?"
Before Tang Ping could speak, the boys behind him all pulled on his sleeves and said anxiously: "Brother Ping, you can't do it, you can't do it!"
"Brother Ping, didn't I tell you on the way here? I don't know what kind of deception they used. Yesterday, every game of Chumo was sure to win, but they all lost in the end!"
"Yeah, why don't you give the money and take the person away! We will definitely return the money to you as soon as possible!"
Although they are a group of second-generation officials, they are still just teenagers after all, and they really don't dare to let their family know about this matter.
So when they saw that Tang Ping was betting against the other party, they all started to panic.
Those gangsters didn't think so. The instructions they received were to let the boys like Cheng Chumo fall into the trap.
They had already inquired about it. These boys seemed to be the second generation officials of the Tang Dynasty, but in fact they were poor and impulsive, so they did this game.
Today I saw Tang Ping bring money to redeem him. Although they had no choice but to follow the minimum rules, they had no choice but to let him go even if they were unwilling.
But they didn't expect that Tang Ping would actually bet against them, which made them happy.
They detained Cheng Chumo, but they didn't intend to receive any money. They just wanted to take advantage of these boys.
As for the old man talking about these guys, haha, it’s not like they, General Yun, don’t have a backstage. They are not afraid of suffering losses whether this kind of thing happens on or off the stage.
Now that Tang Ping has come with real money, not only can they achieve their goals, but they can also earn benefits.
Knowing the current prices in Chang'an, these few dollars would be enough for them to live and drink for a long time.
"Young Master Tang is so elegant, of course he must accompany you."
A gangster rolled up his sleeves and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Tang plans to bet on?"
Their specialty is cheating, and they say nine times out of ten they will lose when betting on this. But in their opinion, as long as they take action, even if the King of Heaven comes, ten times out of ten he will lose.
So now Tang Ping is a big wronged person who has come to give them money.
"I have said that you should stand up wherever you fall. Yesterday, my brother lost in whatever he played, and I will win in whatever way I play today."
"Young Master Tang is so cool!" The gangster gave a thumbs up.
Soon, several other gangsters brought a table and placed it in the middle of the yard, and someone thoughtfully gave Tang Ping a chair.
Du He and others could not persuade Tang Ping, so they could only watch nervously from behind.
"It's just me and Mr. Tang, okay?" The man who was obviously the gangster leader also sat across from Tang Ping.
"No problem!" Tang Ping smiled lightly.
"So Mr. Tang knows how to play, right?"
Since Tang Ping mentioned by name that he wanted to play the game that Cheng Chumo lost yesterday, I think the group of brats who came to follow him had already told him how to play it.
Sure enough, Tang Ping nodded again: "Yes, they all told me."
"Okay! Looking at Mr. Tang's aristocratic look, he must have a lot of things to do, so I won't waste Mr. Tang's time."
The gangster pulled out a thin hemp rope and handed a wooden stick to Tang Ping.
"Mr. Tang, do you need to check this hemp rope?"
"Okay, let's check it out!" Tang Ping pretended to take the thin hemp rope from the other party, pinched it from beginning to end, and then threw it back to the other party.
"How's it going? Is it okay?" the gangster asked.
"No problem!" Tang Ping tapped the edge of the table with the small wooden stick, and said with a smile: "It's just an ordinary thin hemp rope, let's get started!"
