Chapter 901: Chapter 900: Dominating the Gambling Den
The gambling house truly is a mixed bag, the moment one steps inside, all sorts of smoke and chaos hit you. There’s the smell of opium, mixed with various sweat odors. Looking at the crowd crammed inside, it’s only just past noon, yet the place is already bustling with people, some with bloodshot eyes from gambling, some looking emaciated, and some who’ve lost everything but are still unwilling to leave.
Upon Wufu’s entrance, quite a few people shifted their gaze onto her, as if evaluating or coveting, wondering if another fat sheep has arrived.
Judging by her age and her tender appearance, the crowd leaned towards the latter—she’s a fat sheep, a young profligate.
Someone wanted to approach her, but Chi Yi and his group have already caught up, standing behind Wufu, emanating a cold, fierce aura, immediately making people hold back and restrain themselves.
And Chi San’s group had already carved out a space, allowing Wufu to walk over.
This particular table was for playing dice, Wufu took out her money pouch, pouring out the Silver Coin inside, finding only a silver note worth One Hundred Taels and a few small silver pieces.
A little attendant from the gambling house approached with a smile, asking: "Would the young master like to break it down?" He was asking if she wanted to exchange her silver note for smaller change.
Wufu responded proudly, "Am I the kind to be petty-minded and want to break it down?"
The little attendant was not offended; he simply smiled and said: "Then, I wish the young master great success."
"That’s what I like to hear," Wufu said, tossing him a silver piece, "It’s yours as a reward!"
The attendant’s face lit up, and he kindly brought over a chair for her to sit down.
Wufu didn’t hold back, as only someone savvy could work in such a place. However, the people surrounding the table looked at Wufu with eyes full of envy.
"Final bets," the dealer called out as he shook the dice.
The crowd placed their bets eagerly, but Wufu remained still.
"Young master, aren’t you playing?"
Wufu smiled, "I’ll watch for now."
The crowd left her be, assuming she was just some young profligate out for fun.
All eyes were glued to the dealer’s hands as they shook the dice, mouths chanting for big or small results.
Wufu waved her folding fan, appearing calm and composed.
Chi Yi and the others watched coldly, noticing she’s skipped betting for three rounds already, pondering if she’s only here to watch?
On the fourth round, Wufu shouted, "My God of Wealth is here! Bet on big." As she spoke, she placed all her Silver on the ’big’ side.
That’s at least over one hundred taels, and those with tighter purses were naturally envious.
The dice cup was opened—big.
Wufu smiled widely, "The God of Wealth surely has arrived," she grinned, accepting the gambling money handed over by the dealer.
Chi San and the group twitched their mouths, thinking this must be the blind cat catching the dead mouse.
Wufu bet again, still on big.
Lost!
Small, lost!
For ten rounds straight, whatever she bet was spot on; what was initially one hundred taels of gambling money had now turned into a small pile because she wagered all the gambling money in front of her each time, with multipliers stacking up, how could it not grow?
The crowd’s eyes were now changed, and they all followed her lead, betting along with her.
Even Chi Yi and those standing behind Wufu were dumbfounded.
Wufu had a face that bloomed into a chrysanthemum, exclaiming every time: "The effect of worshiping the God of Wealth before stepping out truly makes a difference," causing the crowd to chuckle in amazement.
After all, it seemed like the God of Wealth was practically one of her family.
As Wufu’s gambling money in front of her grew, the bets on the table overwhelmingly tilted.
She bet, others followed; if she didn’t bet, no one moved. She even made an excuse to slip away, and everyone waited for her return to place their bets. As for the pile of money on the table, no one dared to touch it or move it, considering following this young master to fortune was the way to go, wasn’t it?
"Young master, our casino owner invites you," the little attendant who initially wished Wufu luck approached her with a smile.