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No matter in that era, gambling houses were profiteering businesses. To be able to open a gambling shop in the city without strong power behind it, it is impossible to even think about it.
Bliss Square is just an ordinary gambling house in Ning County, and there are more than ten such gambling houses in the entire county.
Although the gambling house is not big, the backer behind it is really not small. It is the Lan family, one of the six major families in Ning County.
"Gamble big and bet small! Buy and leave!"
"Bet it! Bet it!"
"Do you want to buy it? If you don't sell it, go away!"
"Peanuts! Melon seeds! Broad beans! Game! Move your feet!"
"Who the hell is farting? I'm so unlucky!"
In this small, smoky room, the lights are bright and the voices are full of people, no less than the vegetable market in the previous life.
Beside the fence on the second floor of the gambling house, a short, plump manager with drooping eyes stood next to a tall, slender middle-aged man with a latte in his hand. He pointed to a young man with patches and unkempt hair downstairs and said: " Lord Tiger, look! It's that kid!"
Wang Hu looked at the young man's back, turned the iron gall in his hand, and said in a calm voice: "What's going on?"
"That kid didn't know what kind of sorcery he used. After he came in, he won everything. In less than half an hour, there were already five hundred taels! The people under him couldn't stand it anymore. Let me come over and tell you."
Five hundred taels is not a small amount for their small gambling house.
"Have you changed?"
The so-called ten bets and nine losses, if the people who come in are lucky, it is right to win two or three in a row, but as long as they can't control it, they will definitely lose in the end.
Sometimes in order to lure newcomers, the gambling house will use some tricks to let the other party enjoy the sweetness a few times first.
There is only one kind of person who can win the lottery, and that is the gambling master. Faced with this kind of person, there are gambling masters who specialize in dealing with this kind of person. Whenever there is a situation, they will be replaced immediately.
"The buddy who is getting started now is the best monkey here! But we haven't won a round yet!"
"Didn't you mention him?"
The so-called reminder is to give the bettor a warning and let him accept it as soon as he sees a good deal.
"I've mentioned it earlier! But this kid knows how to be flattering, and he's getting bigger and bigger! I've already been dragged down, but judging by his appearance, he is determined to fight against us!"
The short and fat steward's face was angry, and the corners of his eyebrows could not be raised, which gave people a sinister feeling.
Wang Hu stopped the iron gall that was turning, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young man carefully.
"Has anyone recognized it? Is it from another family?"
"The fifth son and the sixth son have seen it, there is no such character!"
"It's not that the Raptors don't cross the river, it looks like I have to go back to him myself."
Cracking the iron guts in his hand, Wang Hu stepped up and walked downstairs.
The gamblers downstairs seemed to know Wang Hu, and when they saw him, they unconsciously stepped aside.
After walking to the young man, the witty men patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "My guest, our master wants to meet you!"
Song Yifei, who was about to place a bet, was holding a lot of odd banknotes in his hand. He turned around and looked at Wang Hu who was expressionless, and asked in a flat voice, "Master? What's the matter?"
Seeing Song Yifei turn around, Wang Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, the muscles in the tiger's mouth of his right hand tensed slowly, and the two iron gallbladders turned back and forth.
He didn't reply right away, but first looked up and down Song Yifei carefully, and after confirming that there was no threat, he said slowly: "Guest, I see that you have won a lot! Should you take a rest?"
He didn't explain what he said. After all, he opened the door for business, and there was no reason to open his mouth to drive away customers. They are not allowed to do this kind of thing as a gambling house, otherwise, if the fame spreads, who would dare to come.
"Take a rest? Oh! I see!"
Seeing Wang Hu's battle, Song Yifei is not a fool, knowing that the other party is issuing orders to chase away guests.
He simply flipped through the bank note in his hand, and felt that it looked like seven or eight hundred taels.
That's enough.
"In this case, let's rest!"
Putting the banknote into his arms, Song Yifei turned and left the gaming table, and walked towards the entrance of the gambling house.
"Um?"
Seeing Song Yifei take the money and leave so neatly, Wang Hu and the plump steward were all surprised.
Wang Hu bumped the iron gall in his hand, nodded to the short and fat steward, then turned and walked upstairs alone.
& nbsp; The short and fat steward understood, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, because a trace of cruelty flashed, and then he followed Song Yifei three steps away.
Song Yifei didn't pay attention to the short and fat steward who followed behind him, nor did he pay attention to the small movements of the two of them.
When he was about to reach the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and walked towards a small room beside him.
This is an independent closed room, in which there is only a thin accountant in gray cotton-padded clothes, and two thugs with bulging muscles and only wearing hard clothes.
Song Yifei took out a silver note of ten taels and a deed of sale, and put them on the pear blossom table in front of the accountant.
"This is principal and interest."
Putting down the things, after speaking, Song Yifei turned around and was about to go out.
That's right, his capital of five taels of silver was obtained by selling himself, or mortgaging himself.
Song Yifei still had a bottom line, he respected the spirit of the contract, after all, the other party lent him money in distress, although the interest rate was exaggeratedly high.
Wow!
The accountant took the deed of sale and shook it in his hand, glanced at the candlelight, and after confirming that there was no problem, he was ready to collect the money.
Although there are very few people who signed the deed of sale and came in to gamble, they will turn over, but the probability is small, and the number of times is high, and there will always be a few lucky ones, so he doesn't care too much.
"Cough! Cough!"
Suddenly, there was a familiar coughing sound.
The accountant stopped collecting money, looked up, and found that it was the short and fat steward.
"Zheng"
Just as he was about to get up to say hello, he saw the short and fat steward gesture to him, then stretched out his hand to stop Song Yifei, who was halfway away.
"Brother, don't rush away!"
After stopping Song Yifei, the chubby steward smiled and said to Mr. Accountant: "Mr. Liu, do you see clearly? If you don't see clearly, just take a look!"
When saying the last three words, the short and fat manager accidentally aggravated his voice, and winked twice at the accountant.
This time, Song Yifei noticed the small movements of the short and fat steward, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he turned around, showing an interesting expression.
The old birthday star ate arsenic and ate it on his own head!
It wasn't the first time that Mr. Accountant had done this kind of thing, so he immediately understood what Humpty Manager meant. Pretending to be serious, he picked up the deed of sale and looked at it again, and then said: "There is indeed a problem with this account. This is not a day, but"
After looking at the short and fat steward, the accountant continued: "And it's a cup of tea, and now it's over ten cups, so it should be fifty taels!"
A cup of tea!
Song Yifei was almost amused by Mr. Accountant's rambunctious words.
It's the first time I heard that interest is calculated on the basis of one cup of tea.
"Fifty taels, right? Okay, here you are!"
Facing the two people's obvious difficulties, Song Yifei didn't argue or get angry. He took out another forty taels of silver bill from his pocket and put it on the table.
So obvious, even overly difficult, Song Yifei was so straightforward, he confused the accountant.
"This this¡¡"
When the accountant was wondering whether to accept or not to accept, the short and fat steward spoke again.
"Mr. Liu, don't we all make huge profits? Did you remember wrongly!"
"Ah? Yes, yes! It's compound interest! It should be five hundred and fifty taels!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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