General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

All eyes turned to them.

The trader's movements became faster and faster, his hands flashing with afterimages, and the dice made sounds that were sometimes dull and sometimes crisp as he shook them.

At this moment, there was no sound from the three or four people around the table.

Everyone wanted to know who got all that money.

The trader stopped what he was doing, deftly turned the bucket upside down on the table, and released his hands to show everyone that he hadn't cheated.

"Everyone, let's begin!" With that shout, he dramatically gripped the bucket, pausing for two seconds.

Look around and observe everyone's expressions.

"Whoosh!" The lid was lifted.

Everyone immediately craned their necks to look ahead.

On the smooth surface of the table, the three dice were neatly arranged in a row, each with a red dot facing upwards.

"Three ones! It's a leopard!"

"It really is a leopard."

That person, she won again!

After a brief silence, the surroundings suddenly became noisy.

Shen Luo sat at the back of the crowd and couldn't see the expressions of the people in front of him, but he guessed that their eyes must be cunning and cute, and their expressions must be composed with a hint of smugness.

Everyone was discussing the sudden arrival of this "gambling king" at the casino, and whispers rose and fell.

Only Jiang Qiqi and Shiliu, who were sitting in the center of the gambling table, noticed that the dealer's face changed from shock to disbelief to paleness the instant the dice rolled three ones.

The two exchanged a glance and pretended to be very happy.

"And Master Ying again." Sixteen said, while gathering all the silver around him toward himself.

"That's right, who am I! I'm a genius, one in a million!"

"Of course, sir," Nineteen echoed, but his eyes never left the trader.

The trader, pale-faced, had already slipped away while everyone was focused on the situation at the gambling table.

Chen Chengwu and Chen Chengfeng originally came just to watch the fun, but they didn't expect that this young master in front of them was really capable, as he hadn't lost a single game in all this time.

Even something as difficult to guess as a leopard was identified by him on the first try, which is quite impressive.

Neither of them said it outwardly, but both had other thoughts in their hearts.

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In the back of the casino.

The leader was reprimanding the trader.

"What are you doing? I've trained you for so long, is it just so you'll make a mistake like this?" The trader replied aggrievedly, "I've already rigged it. It should have been a straight, I don't know why it turned into a three-of-a-kind."

"I don't care if you say straight or triple!" The leader kicked him when he saw that the man still dared to talk back. "Do you know that one small mistake of yours could cost our casino a lot of money? That's thousands of taels of silver, enough for you to work for ten lifetimes!"

The odds for a rare leopard hand were already ridiculously high, and the man had bet a lot of money, so the casino lost nearly a thousand taels of silver in just this one round. How could he not be angry? He couldn't afford to be blamed later.

"What should we do then?" the trader asked cautiously.

"What else can we do!" the junior manager said irritably. "We need to find a way to keep him here and let him keep playing until he wins all his money."

Casino rules have always been the same.

Make small money, lose big money!

"Yes." The trader returned to the gambling table.

"But," he thought to himself, "can that person really win?"

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"Congratulations to this young master for successfully betting on three ones, a triple!"

The trader continued with the process.

Jiang Qiqi bowed to everyone with a cheeky grin and said, "Brothers, you're too kind."

Everyone: Was that for you?! No, you guessed wrong!

……

"The new betting pool is now open. Please place your bets in an orderly manner."

Although the trader was referring to everyone, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Qiqi and the large bag of silver in front of her.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone placed a bet.

Everyone had witnessed Jiang Qiqi making a fortune last time, so this time they weren't all betting on big or small. Although there weren't many, some people started betting on those rarer combinations like three of a kind and straight.

There were quite a few people placing bets, and in the end, the odds were fairly even, except for a slight increase in the number of people betting on the big or small bets.

Besides, many others are still observing.

They wanted to see which one the "gambling king" would bet on this time, and everyone cast their glances over, some subtle and some obvious.

Jiang Qiqi didn't say anything, but simply instructed: "Sixteen, put the silver in 'Big'."

As soon as Jiang Qiqi put down her silver, many people followed suit and threw silver into the gambling bowl marked 'Big'.

Suddenly, the 'big' market had several times more silver than the other markets.

“Let’s throw some silver in too,” Shen Luo suddenly said.

Nineteen took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and, without waiting for Shen Luo's instructions, very consciously placed it on the 'big' side.

Next, the market will open:

"Congratulations to all the gentlemen who made the right bet! The result is big!"

……

Later, everyone found the pattern.

If that young master bets on big, they bet on big too. If that young master bets on small, they bet on small too.

For a moment, no one could tell whether they were in a casino or playing a mindless imitation game.

Without careful consideration or judgment, they simply followed the young master's orders.

As more and more people followed Jiang Qiqi's lead, the sweat on the trader's brow became increasingly noticeable.

Why is this happening? Why is it that today, both his hands and the mechanisms under the table seem to be malfunctioning, completely refusing to obey his commands?

If this continues, forget about winning money, the casino will lose all its money!

He looked up at the boss at the back of the crowd, his expression filled with fear.

Although they were also in the back, Shen Luo and his group seemed unaware that their boss, who had always been with them, was gone.

Several people also joined in the "simple imitation game".

At first, only Shen Luo participated in the betting, but later the Minister of Justice and the Prefect of the Capital also succumbed to the temptation and began to take out their private savings to bet on big and small bets.

Thanks to Jiang Qiqi, the odds for big and small bets on this gambling table have changed from the initial 1:1 to now, as long as Jiang Qiqi bets, the ratio will almost never exceed 1:0.2.

In other words, apart from the banker's capital and a few people who went all in, everyone else was betting along with Jiang Qiqi.

This isn't gambling; it's clearly the entire casino team ganging up to make money off the house.

The casino was on the verge of spiraling out of control.