In just three or two days, Zhao Ningsong's gambling addiction was completely aroused. He spent the whole day in the gambling house, like a fish in water.
During these few days, he would take some small change back home every day, saying that it was the money he earned himself.
Mrs. Cao was so happy that she thought her son had found a job. She said with a look of satisfaction, "As expected of my son, he is amazing."
Zhao Ningsong was not at all guilty. He held his head high and patted his chest, saying, "That's right. I have been smart since I was a child."
Then he lowered his head with gloomy eyes and cursed, "How dare that bitch Xu use a few filthy coins to insult me? When I become rich, I will drag her out, beat her to death with sticks, and throw her into a mass grave."
With money in hand, the food naturally improved. Although we still couldn't have abalone and bird's nest like before, the dishes were much richer.
After Zhao Ningsong finished his breakfast with a good appetite, he said goodbye to Old Lady Cao and said he was going out to earn money.
Old Mrs. Cao thought he was going to work, and personally saw him out the door.
Little did she know that her son, whom she thought had gone to work, was actually sitting at the gambling table and fighting with others.
After a few days of accumulation, he won a lot of silver, and his appetite and courage also grew. He was no longer timid when placing bets, and every time he spoke, he was talking about the acceptance and sending of dozens of taels of silver.
His luck was still good, and he had imitated Brother Bao's confident and contemptuous look perfectly. His face was flushed and he was looking at the middle-aged man opposite him who had lost several games in a row with a mocking look, as if he was the casino ghost that Brother Bao mentioned.
"One, two, three, small..." As the dice cup opened, Zhao Ningsong won again.
Looking at the man opposite him whose eyes were red with defeat, Zhao Ningsong said contemptuously with the attitude of a victor, "What do you think? Are you still going to win?"
The two were playing one-on-one, and because the amount at stake in each bet was quite large, and Zhao Ningsong almost always won, there were quite a few gamblers watching the show.
The man gradually lost his mind amid the mocking voices around him. Ignoring the dissuasion of the servant beside him, he took out a stack of silver from his pocket.
The servant immediately started howling, "Master, you can't touch this banknote! This is the payment for the goods!"
"Get out of here." The man, mad with loss, refused to listen to any advice. He waved the servant away and slammed the banknotes on the table. He looked at Zhao Ningsong with a desperate look: "This one will decide the outcome. If I lose, these banknotes are all yours. If you lose, all the money you have will be mine. What do you think? Do you dare?"
Hearing this, Zhao Ningsong hesitated. The silver on him was his entire fortune. Once he lost, he would be back to being penniless as before.
Before he could think any further, the man began to urge him again, "If you count the banknotes I have, they're a lot more than you have. What? You don't even dare to do this?"
Zhao Ningsong didn't speak for a long time. He was still struggling.
Looking at the banknotes that the man threw on the table, she felt like there were hands scratching her heart. She was afraid of losing everything, but she was reluctant to give up the banknotes that she had earned for free.
While he was hesitating, the man's servant kept urging him to give up, "Master, since this master doesn't want to, let's take a step back and forget it!"
Seeing this, Zhao Ningsong suddenly felt that the banknotes on the table seemed to have wings and were about to fly away. Without thinking twice, he agreed and said, "Come on, I'm lucky today, I'm not afraid of you. If you lose later, just don't cheat."
"Okay! I'll give it to you too." The man said with all his might, even though he lost the money.
The two men sat back at the gambling table in a rage, and the game was about to start.
Zhao Ningsong looked at the man with a squinting look, like a seasoned gambler confident of victory. "You want to go first, or me?"
"You go first!" the man said without thinking.
"Okay!" Zhao Ningsong didn't say anything more. He grabbed the dice cup and shook it skillfully.
This round was related to his entire fortune, so Zhao Ningsong attached great importance to it. He shook the dice for a long time before putting down the dice cup under everyone's gaze.
He took a deep breath and finally opened the dice cup with trembling hands.
"Five, six, six, seventeen..." The people watching the fun nearby screamed and read out the count.
Zhao Ning breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not three sixes, seventeen was already high enough. Unless the man opposite shook three sixes, there was no way he could take away all his wealth.
"Please come in, sir!" Zhao Ningsong looked at the man confidently.
After seeing Zhao Ningsong's points, the man opposite felt even more pressured. His hand holding the dice cup was shaking a little. Halfway through shaking it, he even dropped the dice cup directly onto the gambling table because of his shaking hands.
No one present had expected this accident. Logically speaking, no matter whether you rolled the dice correctly or not, as long as the dice landed on the gambling table, you would have no regrets.
But just when everyone thought the man was doomed to lose this round, a miracle happened.
The three dice that were spinning on the gambling table slowly stopped.
The first one is six o'clock.
The second one is six o'clock.
Suddenly, everyone opened their eyes wide, and their gazes all fell on the third dice.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, only the dice were still rolling.
Finally, as the last dice stopped rolling, the result was clear.
"Six o'clock, it's six o'clock." A man screamed.
"Six six six, eighteen points, we win..." Everyone was completely stunned by this dramatic scene.
"I won, hahaha, I won, I won..." The man rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he had not seen the numbers on the three dice on the table wrong, he was so excited that he almost jumped up.
He was happy, but Zhao Ningsong was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the three dice on the table for a long time.
After a long while, just as the man's servant was excitedly trying to take the silver on Zhao Ningsong's table, he suddenly came to his senses and subconsciously protected the silver on the table, "What are you doing? This is my silver, get your dirty hands on it."
The scene suddenly fell silent for a moment, and the man suddenly looked at him with a dark expression, "Sir, are you unable to accept defeat? Do you want to regret it?"
Zhao Ningsong realized what he had said and immediately felt guilty. This was all his money! Of course he couldn't afford to lose it. He had won all this money with great difficulty, and it was all gone in just a few days. Who else could accept it?
His eyes rolled and he said, "This round doesn't count. Your dice cup clearly fell on the table accidentally."
The man snorted coldly! "Don't you understand the principle of never regretting a move? I just fell down accidentally, so what? This only proves that even God is willing to help me."
Stop talking nonsense. Weren't you so happy to win my money just now? What? You can't stand losing after just one round?
In front of everyone, I advise you to take out the silver obediently, so as not to break the rules and make everyone look bad. "
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