Chen Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites quickly made up for it.

"I can't afford to live in Zhuangyuan Building, but I can still afford to eat. Let's go, go, go."

Thinking of Babao Duck, Shen Zhiyi followed his heart once again.

The Zhuangyuan Building was packed with people, and the hall on the first floor seemed to be able to predict who would win the top prize.

Chen Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites held a stack of silver bills in his hand and looked at Shen Zhiyi.

"Chen Lang, whoever you choose to suppress, I will suppress him?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at the person next to him with a question mark on his head.

[Is this Mr. Chen crazy? If I could predict the future, I would have put all my belongings into it.]

Chen Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites put away the exaggerated smile on his face.

How could he have forgotten that Shen Zhiyi's magic system didn't seem to be able to predict the future. If only it could, he would take Shen Zhiyi to the casino every day in the future.

"I am suppressing Master Wen Yun from Guizhou, Shannan Road."

A little old man squeezed out of the crowd and pressed on a candidate who was completely unpressed.

Shen Zhiyi curiously leaned over and asked the old man.

"Old man, why did you bet so much money on this young master?"

"Hey, intuition."

Shen Zhiyi nodded thoughtfully, took out a copper coin and threw it into Master Wenyun's pocket.

[This is how it is written in TV dramas and novels. No one is optimistic about something, but suddenly someone comes to place a large bet. There is a 70% to 80% chance of winning, so I will just bet a small amount.]

When Chen Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites saw it, he handed over fifty taels of silver.

The old man was unhappy.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you following me for?"