Chapter 8 Victory over Feng Chou
Swish...
Everyone turned their attention to Wei Shuyu.
Wei Shuyu, however, calmly tossed out a coin and casually placed it on the big side.
Upon seeing this, disappointment flashed through the gamblers' minds.
After so many rounds, they also learned Wei Shuyu's gambling methods.
A single coin can mean anything, big or small.
Many people are choosing not to bet, while others are simply following the bet, symbolically throwing out a single coin.
Feng Chou frowned, and finally obediently lifted the dice cup.
"Three, five, six, fourteen o'clock big."
After paying out the money, Feng Chou started rolling the dice again.
After more than ten rounds in a row, one of the gamblers finally couldn't take it anymore...
"Kid, are you going to place the bet or not?"
These words seemed to express the gamblers' true feelings, and they all looked at Wei Shuyu.
"None of your business," Wei Shuyu retorted calmly.
"you……"
The gambler was furious, but when he saw Choi Shin-ki's murderous gaze, he swallowed back his curses.
"Little Jiji, you're a little thirsty. Get me a glass of water," Wei Shuyu suddenly said.
"Oh." Choi Shin-ki nodded, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "Someone, bring me a glass of water!"
Soon, a servant brought over tea.
Because of Wei Shuyu's superb gambling skills, the crowd spontaneously made way for the servant to enter.
Wei Shuyu picked it up, took a sip, and then spat it out with a "pfft".
Feng Chou was standing directly opposite him and got sprayed in the face.
His face immediately turned so dark it looked like it could bleed...
"What the hell is this water? It's both bitter and salty!"
Ignoring Feng Chou's feelings, Wei Shuyu murmured.
“This is the finest tea!” Feng Chou wiped the water off his face and replied through gritted teeth.
Tea?
Wei Shuyu was stunned, then remembered that there was no tea in the Tang Dynasty, and tea was brewed using tea cakes.
It's said they even put salt in the tea...
"Give me a glass of warm water," Wei Shuyu instructed.
Choi Shin-ki wisely called out, "Someone, bring me a cup of warm water, but don't put the tea cake in it!"
"Young master, this isn't a teahouse. Are you going to play or not?"
Feng Chou could no longer bear it and slammed his hand hard on the dice cup.
Wei Shuyu turned to look at Cui Shenji: "Isn't Huangyunlou a teahouse?"
Choi Shin-ki blinked: "It's a teahouse."
Then the two of them looked at Feng Chou...
Feng Chou was stunned.
Huang Yunlou is indeed a teahouse on the surface.
It was just an excuse to set up gambling dens and cover up the truth.
"Young master, if you dare not play chess with me, please leave!" Feng Chou pointed to the door.
"Alright, we've been watching for so long and we're tired. Let's finish this quickly." Wei Shuyu straightened up: "Let's roll the dice."
Hearing Wei Shuyu say this, everyone perked up.
Even Feng Chou became serious.
Splash...
This time, Feng Chou didn't shake the dice much; he gave them a symbolic shake and then slammed them onto the table.
"Please place your bet."
Feng Chou spoke directly to Wei Shuyu.
Because he knew that everyone would bet on Wei Shuyu's side this time.
"Little Jiji, bet everything on the leopard," Wei Shuyu said casually.
"ah?"
Choi Shin-ki's mouth dropped open: "Really...really betting on a leopard? That's more than ten strings of cash!"
"Exactly, isn't betting on a leopard too risky?"
"Yes, yes, young master, don't bet on the leopard, be careful, we'll all bet with you."
"Hmph, I think this guy has become arrogant after winning a few rounds."
Upon hearing Wei Shuyu's words, the gamblers had various opinions.
Some people trust the investment, but many more are unwilling to follow suit.
Because the chances of getting a leopard are too small.
"Isn't it said that Ghost's Sorrow is very powerful? Anyway, if we lose, we have nothing left, so what's the difference where we bet?" Wei Shuyu said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, no one dared to place a bet anymore.
Only a handful of people put up a small amount of money to place the bet.
Losing doesn't hurt, winning is like getting thirty times the profit for free.
“Big brother is right.” Choi Shin-ki slapped the note on the leopard: “All in on the leopard.”
"Is anyone still placing bets?" Feng Chou asked perfunctorily.
He was determined to win this game.
Because the dice in the dice cup are two-three-two, and seven is a small number.
Wei Shuyu could listen to dice, and so could he.
"Place your bet now, open!"
Seeing that no one was placing any more bets, Feng Chou simply lifted the dice cup.
However, when he saw the dice inside the dice cup, he was almost scared out of his wits.
Inside the dice cup, there was a four-four-four, with the numbers facing up on three sides.
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent!
"Four, four, four, leopard!"
A moment later, seeing that no one called out the dice, one of the gamblers excitedly shouted it out.
boom!
The entire audience erupted in cheers.
Another leopard has appeared! How is that possible?!
Everyone stared wide-eyed, then burst into an unprecedented gasp of surprise.
The deafening roar nearly blew the roof off.
"A leopard, it really is a leopard."
"This incredible dice technique is simply divine!"
“Great, I’ve placed a bet of fifty coins.”
"I bet too, haha..."
"Damn it, why did I hesitate..."
Some were happy, some were regretful; everyone in the room had different feelings.
Feng Chou was completely dumbfounded.
He clearly remembered the numbers in the cup were 223, how could it have become 444...?
"You cheated!"
Feng Chou slammed his hand on the table and looked at Wei Shuyu with red eyes.
"Cheating?" Wei Shuyu sneered, "Are you joking?"
"The dice are yours, and you're the one who rolled them, so how could I cheat?"
"If anyone's cheating, it's me who's suspicious of you, isn't it?"
Feng Chou's face turned deathly pale.
He kept a close eye on Wei Shuyu the whole time, and there was no possibility that the other party was cheating.
But how does the die change the number?
"Alright, hurry up and pay up." Wei Shuyu took a sip of tea, stood up, and said, "Little Jiji, go back now. After you get your money back, don't gamble anymore. Gambling dens won't give you a chance to make money."
"Oh." Choi Shin-ki nodded obediently.
At this moment, he was completely impressed by Wei Shuyu.
Turning around, Choi Shin-ki threatened, "Ghost-sorrow, oh no, from now on you'll be called Ghost-laugh."
"You'd better deliver the money to the Cui residence properly. If you're short even a copper coin, I'll have your gambling den smashed up!"
After saying that, the two turned to leave.
"stop!"
Feng Chou suddenly roared angrily.
"You think you can just walk away after winning money? It's not that easy!"
However, Wei Shuyu remained unmoved and continued walking out on his own.
"Pah, sore loser trash." Choi Shin-ki spat, then hurriedly followed.
"Guards, stop them!"
Splash...
A dozen or so burly men rushed in and blocked the way.
Wei Shuyu narrowed his eyes, a flash of anger crossing them.
"You dare to stop us?"
Choi Shin-ki kicked over a stool and pointed at Feng Chou.
"I wouldn't dare!"
Feng Chou's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler.
No, he's a gambler!
And he's a super gambler.
Wei Shuyu defeated him, and he will win back at all costs!
“Young Master Cui, I won’t stop you from leaving.” Feng Chou clasped his hands in a fist salute, then pointed at Wei Shuyu: “But he must stay!”
Choi Shin-ki is the eldest son of the Choi family; even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to stop him.
But Wei Shuyu was dressed as a blacksmith's son, so he wasn't afraid at all.
He knew at least nine out of ten of the powerful and wealthy young men in Chang'an, but he had never met Wei Shuyu.
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