"Young Master Jiang Yichen's odds of winning the first prize are 1:1.2? Why are they twice as high as Young Master Bai's?"
"Hiss, Young Master Zhao Chenhan's odds of winning the imperial examination are 1:1.05. Why are they half as low as Young Master Bai's? Could it be that his chances of winning the imperial examination are greater than Young Masters Bai and Jiang's?"
"And this Luo Yunliang, also 1:1.05..."
Many people shouted loudly.
The higher the chance of winning, the lower the odds.
The lower the chance of winning, the higher the payout.
This is to attract people.
Everyone understood it.
Zhao Chenhan, Bai Shicheng, Jiang Yichen and others in the crowd looked at each other and saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
Whoever has the most bets on is the most famous and most favored by everyone.
Many people started placing bets.
"I'm betting ten taels on Mr. Bai Er, betting he can win the first prize."
A candidate in tattered clothes gritted his teeth and took out a ten-liang silver ingot.
"I'm poor, I only have ten taels. I'm betting a thousand taels on Young Master Jiang to win the first prize. Remember, my name is Yu Ze."
Everyone suddenly understood.
It's totally worth spending one thousand taels of silver to win the favor of the son of the Minister of Revenue.
Several gentlemen are watching.
I didn’t see that Mr. Jiang was very satisfied.
"I'm betting three thousand taels on Mr. Zhao to win."
A candidate was placing a bet when Zhao Chenhan gave him a flattering smile.
"I'm betting two thousand taels on Young Master Luo to win..."
"I'll also bet two thousand taels on Mr. Zhao to win..."
Soon, there were piles of banknotes.
Many people were holding notes given by the dealer.
As soon as the results come out, they can redeem them with the notes.
That's assuming they bet right.
Wait until no one places a bet.
In the end, it turned out that the most people bet on Zhao Chenhan.
Next are Bai Shicheng, Luo Yunliang, Fang Zhongyong, Jiang Yichen and others.
Zhao Lin was not on the list.
Sudi raised his eyebrows, strode forward and pushed everyone away.
"Why isn't Zhao Lin here? I'm betting on Zhao Lin, 100,000 taels of silver."
Sudi pulled out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and slammed them on the table: "Give me a receipt."
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