Zhang Wu pulled Bai Lang away, while Cheng Jian who witnessed it looked at Bai Lang's back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
This time, both light and dark, were carefully prepared.
Although there are holes dug in Mingli, they are not fatal. The real killer move is in the dark, and with the cooperation of light and covert, it is to first force Qianfang into a situation where he cannot take action but must face it, and then ruthlessly beat him in front of all the gamblers. The money from Qianfang was taken away.
Who would dare to come to a money shop that can't pay back money? Now is when the real show begins.
"Zhentang, that's the man!"
Following what Zhang Wu pointed out, Bai Lang saw a slovenly and thin middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the lobby. This man was playing dice, and there was already a large stack of silver tablets in front of him, totaling no less than fifty yuan. Looking at the entire lobby, this is definitely one of the few "big bets".
Moreover, this man's gambling method is very strange. When others bet on big, small, or odd or even, he would bet on specific points. Although the bet may not be successful every time, the number of successful bets is extremely high. You can win almost once every three times. The odds of betting on points are ten to one, so even if he loses twice and wins once, this person will still make a lot of money.
And this is not the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is the people who are following the bets. These people who followed were just lucky at first, but later they became more and more courageous as they made profits again and again. There were no less than twenty people surrounding the whole table, each holding a piece of silver in their hand, their eyes shining, as if they had found a bright road to make a fortune, and they looked a little crazy.
This situation is not uncommon in Qianfang. There is a special name for it: chasing fire.
Whoever is lucky will place bets with him.
Of course, there are risks. It's entirely possible that your hands were smelly after your red hands just now. Therefore, even "chasing fire" requires luck and means. There are particularities in when to chase and when to stop. In fact, to put it bluntly, it also depends on personal luck.
But this time "chasing fire" is obviously different.
Anyone with a keen eye can see that the new store is opening today, and the people from Lin Knife Hall are here to cause trouble. After the previous words, the momentum was established, and there were also government servants with long knives in the place watching, and the scene was definitely not good. The method is to use coercion to put out the fire. It is even possible that this slovenly looking man is the real reason why the Lin Knife Academy is still here.
To put it bluntly, this sloppy man probably won money not because of his "good luck" but because of his real skills. Otherwise, how could we maintain the ridiculous betting winning rate of one out of three? That’s why there are so many people who follow the trend and “chasing the fire” and are so crazy.
It is foreseeable that if this continues, people who are "chasing fire" may become the main force in betting. This is even more difficult for Qianfang to handle.
Open for business and deal with one or two bad customers. But you can’t treat all guests as bad guests, right? What kind of store should I open?
"Have you always been betting like this?"
"No, it started after Mr. She laid out so much cash. Before, it was just a small fight."
After thinking about it, Bai Lang said in Zhang Wu's ear: "Go and find out, we can't let him lead people to suppress him like this."
"Good town hall."
However, Zhang Wu went over to talk to the sloppy man and then quickly stepped back with an unkind expression. Because that sloppy man never said a word back to him. And the bet remains. On the other hand, the people around who were "chasing fire" became a little dumbfounded after seeing Zhang Wu. I understand that it would be nice to take advantage of the situation and rob the knife shop, but if I go too far, I might feel uncomfortable afterwards. The smart ones put away their winnings and put up with it. The remaining ones have gone crazy and continue to place bets regardless of the situation, or are they simply planted in to cause trouble?
"What did the desk officer say? Can you handle it or can't you?"
"There has been a different person. The person in front of the table at this time is the head table officer in the venue and the most powerful table officer in our knife studio. He can't stand the opponent's tricks now."
"Get a desk officer to come over and I want to ask clearly." As Bai Lang spoke, he nodded towards Liu She who was standing at the door of a wing and looked towards him, saying that it was not urgent yet and let him try first. Say it again.
After all, the situation at this time is a problem that the town hall should deal with. It’s also the time to test Bailang’s abilities. It's just that even the chief official of Qianfang couldn't stand the opponent's methods and kept losing more than winning. In addition, no one expected Bailang to handle the situation where he was sitting on the fence.
"Bai Zhentang."
Soon Zhang Wu led the table official who was the first to be replaced from the table to Bai Lang.
"Don't worry, think about it, tell me what it was like for you to face that person on stage. Why did the dice get out of your control?"
"When I returned to the town hall, I couldn't explain the feeling. It was obvious that the technique was correct, the collision of the dice and the dice cup, the vibration in the hands, etc. were all correct reactions, but when the cup was opened, it completely changed. Different points. After I was replaced, I tried using other dice cups and there was no problem with my technique.
Teachers now must be facing the same troubles that I was at that time. "
Bailang absolutely believed in the skills of these table officials. They are even less likely to cheat, because regardless of whether they cheat or not, they will be punished if they lose too much money.
Now that the desk official said that he was sure there was nothing wrong with his methods, he would naturally not lie.
If it’s not your own problem, then it’s the other person’s problem, right?
Bailang walked to the table, and the gamblers in front of him quickly gave up their seats. Then Bailang sat down. The scruffy middle-aged thin man was sitting less than two feet away from him. Looking around, in addition to the "fire chasers" and those watching the excitement around the table, there were also several government servants holding knife handles and looking at him with half-smiling faces, including Zhang Liang.
After sitting down, Bailang put his hands on the table and took the water handed to him with the knife on his waist.
At this point a new round of dice begins.
During the whole process, Bailang's spiritual sense was fully activated. As the dice cup shook, he didn't notice anything weird about the sloppy man.
When the desk officer said the purchase was finalized, Bai Lang's hand holding the water glass suddenly trembled slightly, and he felt extremely surprised.
Then the cup was opened, and excited cheers sounded from the side. That sloppy man got it right again!
But at this time, Bailang felt that he had found a clue that the other party could win. At that moment, a force that was quite familiar to Bai Lang flashed across the table. The starting point happened to be the sloppy man next to him. The target of this force is the dice cup.
No need to guess, the reason why the dice in the dice cup deviated from the control of the table official and was controlled by the sloppy man must be due to the fleeting power just now. It's just that this power is too hidden and is definitely different from the warrior's true energy, so it goes unnoticed!
"Is this... spiritual energy?! This sloppy man is a Qi practitioner?!"
