Chapter 135: All the winning chips are lost
This is the only gambling house in the county town, and Tu Su Minfei works as the accountant here.
He was sitting behind the counter. When he saw Tu Subo walk in, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he soon noticed Tu Subo's extremely subtle movements.
Tu Subo didn't want him to come over.
They didn't want others to know that they knew each other.
Tu Suminfei wanted to stand up, but then sat back down with a relaxed look. He saw Tu Subo looking around and finally sitting down at a gambling table!
Why did Tu Subo come here?
Tu Su Minfei clenched his hands nervously in his sleeves, a hint of subtle doubt flashed in his eyes. Seeing that no one was paying attention to his actions, he simply grabbed the account book on the table that was waiting to be sorted out, turned around and walked slowly into the inner hall.
Deep in the inner hall, Tu Suye, who had returned home after a long absence, was busy with the accounts, carefully settling the accounts.
He has always disdained such trivial matters.
However, as time passed, the moment he stepped into the gambling house, his prestige disappeared, and no one regarded him as the nobleman he once was.
When Tu Suye first arrived, he tried to slack off and even thought about running away.
But Tu Su Min Fei was a ruthless and merciless man. He once docked a month's salary from him and sent it directly back home. When he was stopped by the gambling house's thugs, he suffered a brutal beating with sticks.
Those thugs were ruthless and brutal. Tu Suye's already frail body suffered such a severe blow that he instantly lost all the courage to resist. Although he was reluctant, he had to take shelter here temporarily.
However, the resentment in my heart has never diminished.
He glared at Tu Su Min Fei with a sidelong look, his rage burning in his eyes: "What are you doing here, you unfilial son? You..."
"I just want to remind you that after you finish your work, please take care of this account book."
Tu Suye was furious when he heard this: "Don't go too far!"
"We've already agreed that you'll be in charge of the outer hall's accounts, and I'll only be responsible for the inner hall. You..."
"Father."
Tu Suminfei snorted lightly, pressed his finger lightly on the account book, pushed it in Tu Suye's direction, and said in a deep tone: "Mr. Gong has already said that matters related to the accounts are my responsibility."
"If you're not willing to help, why don't I ask Uncle Gong to come over?"
Gong Bo is the most beloved confidant of the gambling house owner and currently holds the power in charge of the gambling house.
He came from the underworld and his knowledge was not profound, but he won the respect of everyone with his ruthlessness and ability to control the situation.
Such a guy with a weird personality, actually has a special liking for the seemingly weak Tu Su Minfei.
Less than two months had passed since the father and son entered the gambling house, and Tu Suye had already suffered a painful lesson, while Tu Su Minfei had relied on his own skills to become a man who could keep his word in front of Gong Bo.
If Gong Bo is really invited, Tu Suye will definitely be the one who suffers the loss.
The moment Tu Suminfei showed his tough attitude, the already estranged relationship between father and son was completely broken. At this moment, Tu Suminfei used the power of others to teach his biological father a lesson, and he showed no mercy.
Tu Suye knew that he had fallen into Tu Suminfei's trap. He was so angry that he trembled and his face turned pale. In the end, he could only squeeze out a word from between his teeth: "Evil creature!"
"If I had thrown you into the waves back then, perhaps I could have saved myself from all the troubles I have today..."
"If you didn't do anything in the past, it's no use regretting it now."
Tu Suminfei smiled calmly, tapping the account book with his fingertips: "I'll trouble you, father."
"Be sure to be careful and make no mistakes. These accounts must be submitted to Gong Bo for review tonight."
"you……"
Tu Suminfei ignored Tu Suye's anger, turned around and left, returned to the front hall, and his eyes fell calmly on Tu Subo.
That year, Prince Tu Su in Kyoto was in his prime and acted recklessly. Whether it was in the boudoirs or in the gambling houses and red-light districts, he left his noble and willful figure.
Even though he is in a bad situation now, whenever he holds the dice cup and places it on the gambling table, one can still see his magnanimity and generosity in spending money lavishly.
As the dice cup in his hand fell, the gamblers around him shouted excitedly: "Big! Bet big!"
"Bet on small! Small!"
Tu Subo opened his thin lips slightly, uttered the word "small", and turned his wrist slightly, revealing a dice with a high number.
"Hahaha! Thanks, thanks!"
The gambler across from him laughed heartily, took the silver on the table, and spitted into his palm. With red eyes, he challenged, "Well? You've already lost three games in a row. Do you dare to come again?"
Tu Subo casually fiddled with the dice in his hand and said contemptuously, "Why not?"
"I have two hundred taels of silver on me today. This little win or loss doesn't matter. I must continue."
"Are you planning to back down?"
The man slammed the table angrily and sneered, "Kid, who are you underestimating? I'm not the kind of person who would back down after winning."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed ten taels of silver onto the table and shouted amid the cheers from the surroundings, "Come on! Keep betting!"
"Whoever gives up first is a coward!"
Tu Subo smiled slightly, placed the dice cup firmly on the dice, shook it lightly and then stopped.
The gambler opposite held the dice cup tightly in both hands and shook it violently until Tu Subo almost lost his patience, then he slammed the dice cup on the table.
"Are you betting big or small this time?!"
Tu Subo smiled easily and whispered a word: "Little."
The dice cup was opened, and it still showed a high number.
In this enclosed space filled with smoke and dust, regret and sharp cheers echoed intertwined, but under the focus of everyone's attention, Tu Subo still maintained a relaxed smile.
The gambling continues.
Tu Suminfei, who was watching coldly, had veins throbbing on his forehead, and couldn't help wondering:
Could it be that Tu Subo has gone crazy?
He took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his inner fluctuations, and stared solemnly at the gambling table where Tu Subo was.
As the size of the gambling table continued to expand, more and more people joined in betting, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, as if he had an ominous premonition.
There's something really wrong with this situation.
The lively atmosphere around the gambling table lasted for a whole half day. However, the face of the gambler who was confronting Tu Subo was covered with a layer of paleness that could not be dispelled.
He has lost several important bets in a row.
Not only did he lose all the chips he had won from Tu Subo, but even the capital in his pocket was not spared.
Seeing the cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the table, Tu Subo simply twirled the cheap dice cup in his hand and said lazily, "Perhaps, we should just call it a day."
"Look at you, even your hands are shaking."
"You guy, you want to just walk away after winning my money?!"
The other party said angrily: "The rules of the gambling table, can you leave if you win?"
Tu Subo sneered contemptuously, and said casually: "Then continue. After all, the rule at the gambling table is that whoever loses everything must leave the table. Let's just follow the rules."
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