Chapter 354 Troublemaker
The gamblers' faces all changed.
Everyone was originally ready to follow Lao Zhao to make some money, but this guy didn't play by the rules.
He bet all his money on three 'ones' and he was going to play dice.
Who the hell dares to follow this?
"Sir, is this a big deal?" The dealer was grinning. This kid was getting too cocky. He had a hundred ways to make him lose everything. But it wouldn't be good to have him get beaten up as soon as he got here. It was only the day before yesterday.
"Is it big? I only bet ten copper coins, and," Zhao Yushu leaned forward and got closer to the dealer: "Master Bai, I like to play rough."
Not to be outdone, the dealer leaned forward as well: "This is a rough game, it's not something you can play with just a few coppers."
"If a few copper coins are not enough, how about a few hundred taels of silver? My beauty, shake it as you like. This one is for you."
The corner of the dealer's mouth curled up: "Then I won't be polite."
The dice cup was shaken, and strangely, no one placed a bet except Zhao Yushu. That meant that it was a one-on-one bet between Lao Zhao and the casino. If it was really three ones, Zhao Yushu could take away one hundred and fifty times the money, which is six taels of silver, but the probability of this happening was only 0.46%, which is less than one in two hundred.
From a probability perspective, the casino is sure to win.
The dealer doesn't need to cheat at all, even for a mere six taels of silver. This kid is bound to lose, and if he really has several hundred taels, then it will be time to trick him later.
Zhao Yushu had no intention of cheating. He had only paid ten cents in total, and he was lucky to win forty cents. He just wanted to quietly attract the attention of the gambling house so that he could have the opportunity to enter a more secret area.
So he opened his folding fan, fanned the polluted air, waited leisurely for the cup to be opened, and then went to play somewhere else if he lost.
Bang, the dice cup fell to the ground and the dealer's face changed instantly.
As a talented master who has been in the gambling house for more than ten years, she knew the score as soon as the dice cup hit the ground. Then she looked at Zhao Yushu with uncertainty, and then glanced at an ordinary customer who was standing in front of the table.
The man shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no fluctuation of spiritual power.
The dealer couldn't help but sigh, smiled, and opened the dice cup.
The sound of people gasping for air instantly attracted half of the people in the lobby.
Curious people gathered around and soon figured out what was going on. Someone had won three games in a row, and one even won a game of dice betting.
The money is not much, the way of playing is very aggressive, and the key is that the luck is really incredible.
Old Zhao was also stunned, then scratched his head helplessly. He really didn't do anything. I thought others wouldn't think he was a con man and throw him out.
"Well, how about not counting it?"
"You are kidding, uncle. Coming here is all about luck. If we don't admit it if we are lucky, then what is the point of doing business? Will we continue?"
Zhao Yushu put away the two silver ingots, one large and one small, and casually threw the small ingot of one tael to the dealer: "Hey, I'm just lucky, I'm not stupid, what are you waiting for if you don't stop now? But don't worry, wait for me to make a turn, and then we can have a good discussion later."
Zhao Yushu took five taels of silver and walked out of the crowd amid the envious and jealous eyes of a group of gamblers, and walked towards other tables with his hands behind his back.
The dealer was replaced at this time, and the beautiful woman walked straight into a side hall.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with the other party?" The beautiful woman looked at the gambler who followed her in. She still didn't believe that someone could be so lucky.
"I watched it several times. He is definitely an ordinary person. When you rolled the dice, his clothes didn't even touch the table."
"It's really weird that this guy has such good luck. If he has a good time, he might force me to cheat."
The person behind hesitated for a moment: "Should we ask Brother Niu to come back?"
"It's just a small matter. I'll deal with it myself later. Let's go. Why are you staring at that ugly guy?"
Zhao Yushu, who had no idea that he had been defined as an ugly guy with good luck, was now playing with something really rough.
Black boxing.
It has to be said that the most primitive impulse of human beings is violence. The sight of two shirtless strong men punching each other on the stage and splashing blood can really stimulate people's hormones. Even a murderer like Zhao Yushu who has killed countless people along the way can get his blood boiling.
"Uncle, the next game is about to start, do you want to place a bet?"
This was the first time that Zhao Yushu had seen a basement that was not a dungeon. Just as he entered the door and looked halfway through, a special servant came running over with a plate in his hand and asked him questions. On the plate were notes of different denominations.
"How to play?"
"The next game is 1 to 1, so you can only pay the amount above."
"Or them both?"
"Of course not. The next match is between Chongtianhu and Hunjiangjiao. Is this your first time here? Let me introduce you to them. These two are evenly matched. Chongtianhu is good at leg skills and has great martial arts skills, while Hunjiangjiao is good at close combat and his lower body is as stable as a mountain."
"Sounds about the same."
The servant chuckled and said, "That's why it's one to one."
"Okay, let's have fun. I'll bet five taels of silver on that Chongtianhu to win."
"Okay! Take it!" The servant tore off a piece of paper with five taels written on it and drew a circle on it, which seemed to represent Chongtianhu.
Soon this scene ended, and then two strong but not muscular men came on stage. It was already dark, there were more people here, and the smell was stronger.
Old Zhao continued fanning himself helplessly, asking if he could add an exhaust fan.
Although the two people have similar numbers on paper, their styles are very different. Chongtianhu jumped around, and Hunjiangjiao stood in horse stance and attacked with fists and palms. Soon, Chongtianhu was exhausted and was about to be defeated.
"Can you do it? Cut him in the middle, cut him in the middle, Master Tiger!"
Zhao Yushu waved the note and cursed at Chong Tianhu, jumping around. If there was a knife underneath, he would have died long ago.
Chongtianhu was defeated without any suspense. The group of people were so angry that they tore the notes in their hands into pieces. Zhao Yushu was no exception. He pretended to be cool for a long time and made only six taels of silver, but turned around and lost it all.
"You're still Chongtianhu, you're Chongtianhou!" Lao Zhao continued to chatter, his voice unexpectedly clear among the crowd of cursing people, and Chongtianhu, who was wiping blood and about to step down, heard it clearly.
Before he could react, the crowd seemed to have clearly heard the word in the chaos, and as if they were instigated, they shouted in unison under the leadership of an ugly man.
"Sky-high Monkey! Sky-high Monkey!"
Chong Tianhu almost fell over without catching his breath. He pointed at the leader Zhao Yushu and cursed: "Boy, are you looking for death? Come up and fight me if you dare!"
Zhao Yushu's nose twitched, and he shook the half-torn piece of paper: "I paid you to come on stage to fight, do you have money to pay me to come on stage, you, Sky-high Monkey! Sky-high Monkey!"
"I have it! I'll give you a hundred taels! I'm going to beat you to death today, you bastard! Come up here if you're brave enough!"
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Yushu's lips. "Cao Gang, right? I've turned this place upside down today, so the ones in charge should show up."
The crowd was so excited that when the manager in charge of the black boxing came over, Zhao Yushu had already rolled up his sleeves and climbed onto the stage. He pointed at the sweaty manager and didn't give him a chance to speak: "Bring me the death warrant!"
Thunderous applause and cheers flooded the dog hall.