The Way of Spiritual Journey

"Brother Shi is awesome!" As soon as Shi Butong produced his silver notes, some of the spoiled brats watching the show cheered loudly.

"Pregnant guy, go up there and sit on his big butt..." Shi Butong had people cheering him on, and Zhu Huaiyu had no shortage of people challenging him. At this shout from the crowd, Li Lang, who had just taken a sip of hot tea, spat it out with a "pfft".

"Who? Who's yelling like that? Step forward and let me see your ass." Zhu Huaiyu couldn't stand being called "Pregnant Brother" the most, and his emotions immediately went out of control. He looked around and shouted angrily, displaying the aura of a conqueror.

"Eh—" However, the group of spoiled brats were not intimidated at all. They were people who had seen a lot of things and did not take Zhu Huaiyu seriously at all. They all made disdainful noises.

"Hmph!" Zhu Huaiyu actually knew that no one here would be afraid of him. He was just venting his anger, while also showing that he was not afraid of anyone.

Zhu Huaiyu took out another silver note, worth five hundred taels, and slammed it on the table without any hesitation.

"Ah! This is insane!" The moment the large silver note appeared, the entire crowd of playboys erupted in excitement. This fat guy is really rich! I wonder if his father, the Minister of Revenue, will spank him if he finds out? Some of the crowd had already started imagining things on the spot.

"You? You?" Five hundred taels! That's a huge sum of money! Shi Butong was shocked. His eyes widened, and his expression kept changing. It was clear that he was struggling internally.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Got dumbfounded? Don't even mention your name, Shi Butong, even if you called it Niao Butong today, I'd still make you eat it." Zhu Huaiyu felt extremely pleased to see Shi Butong's dumbfounded look.

As the saying goes, to hit someone, you must hit them in the face; to kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit. With money in hand, Zhu Huaiyu could achieve his moment of glory at any time.

At this moment, Shi Butong was indeed in a dilemma. He and Zhu Huaiyu had a personal grudge, a deep-seated feud that was known to everyone in the circle. If he were to easily back down, how could he face anyone in this circle in the future?

Shi Butong hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and took out another silver note from his pocket. It was also worth five hundred taels. After a slight hesitation, a resolute look appeared on his face, and he slammed the silver note on the table with a 'bang'.

"Who else?" Shi Butong suddenly jumped up, then put one foot on the chair, his face contorted with rage, looking around with an arrogant expression.

"Anything else? Take it out! I'll stew your pig's head and drink it today." A spoiled brat is a spoiled brat; he knows exactly how to slap someone in the face.

When Shi Butong produced his silver note, the entire room erupted in uproar. Who would have thought this kid was going all out tonight!

Everyone who had placed bets against Shi Butong was feeling uneasy and secretly added to their bets.

At this moment, Li Lang pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and waved to the white-clad woman who was greeting guests not far away.

The woman stepped forward quickly and listened attentively to Li Lang's instructions.

Li Lang whispered a few words in her ear, and the woman looked up at him with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"Do as I say." Li Lang took out another hundred-tael silver note, smiled, and handed it to the woman. His tone was gentle but left no room for argument.

This was Li Lang's last silver note, obtained from selling the Blood Jade Token. That item was a controversial one, and he had to sell it no matter the price.

The woman nodded slightly, and without further hesitation, gracefully walked towards the group of playboys; she was going to place her bets.

"Alright, alright, I underestimated you. You've pulled out all the secret stash of money you've been hiding in your pants, haven't you?" Zhu Huaiyu seemed to laugh in anger at Shi Butong's arrogant demeanor.

"I'll show you what it means to be rich and powerful today." After saying that, Zhu Huaiyu stretched out his fat hand again and reached into his even broader chest.

The chubby hand rummaged through the fat for a long time before finally pulling out another bill.

This time, the banknotes are different; they are no longer silver like the old banknotes, but gold.

"Gold notes?" The moment the gold notes appeared, the entire room was stunned. Everyone present was a seasoned person, but seeing these gleaming gold notes still elicited gasps of astonishment.

"Brother Yu is awesome!" Almost everyone in the audience shouted excitedly.

These people all bought tickets for the "Shi Butong Wuzuo" lottery. Don't be fooled by their arrogant and extravagant lifestyles; very few people actually possess gold tickets. Therefore, once the gold tickets are issued, the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

Yes, it's definitely a sure thing.

When Shi Butong saw the five-hundred-tael gold note on the table, his face turned ashen. That was five hundred taels of gold! That would be five thousand taels of silver, a sum far beyond his means.

Shi Butong was also straightforward; without saying a word, he put away his silver notes and left the table.

There's a consensus in the elite elite circle: if you win, win big; if you lose, lose big. Those who can't handle losing don't deserve to be in this circle.

"Give me the money, give me the money..." Seeing that Shi Butong had left his seat, which meant he had admitted defeat, the group of playboys were overjoyed and shouted for the person who opened the betting to pay them back.

"What's the rush? We're betting on whether Shi Butong will get a seat or not. The dust will settle when he gets back here." The young master who opened the betting shop appeared calm, but his eyes were fixed on Shi Butong. Now was the time to put him to the test.

Shi Butong did not return to that circle of playboys; instead, he turned around and headed towards Li Lang.

"Hey bro, wanna hitch a ride?" Shi Butong walked straight up to Li Lang, his face full of smiles but his attitude was sincere.

To be honest, Li Lang was a little confused when he saw Shi Butong walking towards him. He thought to himself, "This guy can't beat the fat guy, so is he trying to mess with me?"

Upon hearing Shi Butong's words, Li Lang was taken aback. "Free ride?" He thought, "This is a seat I can free ride?"

"How do I get this?" Li Lang thought for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Hehe. I can tell you're a straightforward guy, brother. You don't need to worry about this, just leave it to me." Seeing that Li Lang didn't seem too opposed to it, Shi Butong felt there was hope. So he smiled, snapped his fingers, and said, "Someone, we need to add a seat to this table."

The shout silenced the entire hall.

Adding seats? I've never even heard of that. Has Shi Butong gone mad?

The woman in the white dress quickly stepped forward and said softly, "Young Master Shi, Qifeng Tower has never had the practice of adding seats after the sign has been posted."

"Hehe, young lady, let me ask you, when you sit at a square table, can only one person sit at a time?" Shi Butong asked with a playful smile, looking at the charming woman in the white dress.

"Well, there's no specific rule about that," the woman in the white dress replied after a moment's thought, taken aback by the question.

"Yes, this young master has already taken his seat. Since no one is vying for it, does that mean he's the owner of this table tonight?" Shi Butong asked again.

"That's how it is in theory," the woman in the white dress nodded.

"Alright, so it's reasonable for the host to invite one or two friends to sit with him since the table feels too empty, isn't it?" Shi Butong smiled at the woman in the white dress, speaking in a gentle tone, but the meaning behind his words was undeniable.

Hearing this, Li Lang's eyes lit up, and he thought with a sigh, "This is truly a talented person!"

"Damn, you can play like this?" Not only Li Lang, but everyone present widened their eyes instantly upon hearing this. Has Shi Butong gone crazy from losing?