Piles of silver were stacked on the table, and someone added their jade pendant on top. A young and inexperienced but unusually lucky lad naturally drew attention. Before long, the area was filled with onlookers.
“Big.”
“Open—”
“Sir, please choose.”
“Small.”
“Again.”
“Open—”
“Again.”
“Open—”
“Again.”
“Open—”
The table in front of He Yan was filled with banknotes. Those who had mocked her earlier were now silent. Even a fool could tell that she wasn’t a novice at gambling. If it weren’t for Le Tong Manor’s renowned reputation, others might have suspected that she was colluding with the house to deceive outsiders.
The distant sound of night watchmen patrolling outside could be faintly heard. He Yan said, “It’s getting late, I should go back.”
“Sir,” the old man with the long beard smiled slightly, “How about one last round, but we’ll change the game?”
He Yan looked at him, “What’s the game?”
“Don’t gamble on big or small this time. I see that you’re quite skilled, so why not try guessing the exact number of the dice?” He pushed all the jewelry and banknotes on the table to the center, “If you win, they’re all yours.”
He Yan looked at the silver on the table.
She had already won quite a bit, and she knew this would attract even more attention. In the past, when she was in the military, she had heard junior officers talking about the dark side of gambling. She knew that it was time to quit while she was ahead, but somehow, her mind was filled with the image of He Yunsheng’s longing gaze when he talked about the school, as well as the long robe she wore that was washed until worn-out.
“Alright,” she said.
The crowd erupted into commotion, and the atmosphere soared.
Guessing big or small and guessing numbers were completely different things.
Guessing big or small relied on luck, and there were only two possible outcomes: big or small. But guessing numbers required precision, down to each individual digit. One mistake would mean failure. The chances of winning were extremely slim unless one was truly skilled at throwing dice. Moreover, each gambling house had its own techniques and methods.
He Yan also pushed all the banknotes in front of her.
If she lost this round, everything she had won tonight would be in vain. If she won, the He family’s living expenses and He Yunsheng’s school fees would be covered for about three to five years.
Seeing this scene, the others also raised their bets. “I’m in too!”
“This is my money, I bet on this brother to win!”
“How is that possible? I’ll bet on the house, hahaha!”
As the stakes got higher, more and more people joined in. The prospect of becoming rich overnight or losing everything overnight made this show even more enticing than the best drama troupe in the capital.
The old man with the long beard slowly lifted the cup, and the gambling hall fell silent. It seemed like the only sound was the collision of the dice in the copper cup.
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