With this noble temperament, I am afraid that the guests from the capital who came from afar are probably some rich young man from some family traveling together.
What a big fat sheep.
The smile on the boy's face became even bigger, and he bowed to Yan Ying, "Sir, this room is not suitable for your status. Please come inside. Ziwei Pavilion is more elegant and clean. I will show you the way."
It is indeed a big deal, and all I have to do is be careful and considerate.
Yan Ying nodded, took Ruoruo with him, and Jiu Yao made a very special gesture behind him. Dozens of shadows immediately dispersed from the crowd, encircling the Jixiang Gambling House. If there was a situation, they would
Will rush in as soon as possible.[
After the arrangement was completed, Jiu Yao silently followed his master into the Ziwei Pavilion, stood behind him, served tea and poured water, and looked respectful.
There were already seven or eight guests gathered in front of the huge table, and more or less money chips were piled in front of them.
Wen Ruoruo couldn't wait to find a seat and sit on it. Yan Ying followed her and sat beside her, but he had no intention of taking action.
"Master, don't you want to play?" The younger brother pointed at the empty seat next to Ruoruo enthusiastically, "You two can play together."
Yan Ying shook his head, "We have the cards."
He threw a piece of silver over casually, and the younger brother caught it in his hand. His eyes were no longer smiling, and he nodded repeatedly, "A good hand of cards shows a deep brotherhood. You can play, and if you have anything to do, just call me younger."
Ruoruo opened the money bag solemnly, pressed it into the big position, nodded, "That's it."
"Buy big when you're big, buy big when you're short, buy small when you're short, buy it and leave it." The dealer yelled in a routine manner for the last time.
Ruoruo folded her hands nervously and stared at the cup containing the dice...
Yan Ying curled his lips indifferently, and it turned out that he had been tricked. There were as many crows in the world as black, and in the gambling industry, it seems to be a common practice to pick out cheaters.
Nine times out of ten you lose.
"Wait!" A cold voice came from outside the door, and then a man in red robe walked in. He had a very good-looking face, and his black eyes were filled with coldness, and he did not deliberately hide his bad intentions.