Seeing that Mr. Hong had taken the bait, Qin Sihai looked slightly interested.
"First, I bet with you. Second, if you lose, you kowtow to my mother ten times in public and call me grandma ten times!"
Qin Sihai raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head slightly.
"Childish! But I agree. If you lose, you don't have to kowtow or apologize. Let your mother and your brother take people out of here. How about that?"
"Yonghong, don't listen to this old fox!"
Qu Fengmei said hurriedly.
Mr. Hong gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.
"Okay, I promise you, let's get started!"
When Qu Fengmei saw that Mr. Hong actually agreed, she frowned in anger, but there was nothing she could do.
Several staff members brought it to a table.
The table is covered with a green tablecloth, with two delicate six-petal roses embroidered on the left and right sides of the tablecloth.
On each rose petal, a dice is placed.
"Qin Sihai, you are old and won't live for a few more years, so I'll let you come first!"
Qin Sihai didn't take Mr. Hong's words seriously at all.
He slowly stepped forward, picked up the six dice on a flower, and stepped back three meters behind.
His right hand gently played with the dice a few times.
He still held the folding fan in his left hand, looking confident.
Suddenly, I saw his body leaning slightly and his wrist shaking.
The hands and the tabletop are almost at the same level.
The two dice in his hand suddenly flew through the air.
The moment it landed on the table, the two dice rolled several times.
Then, they landed steadily on the petals at the same time.
The bright red dots of the two dices are facing upwards.
"Yan Treading on Pinghu?"
Qu Fengmei said in surprise, and I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Qu Fengmei.
I have never seen the trick Qin Sihai used just now.
And when Qu Fengmei said this name, I suddenly remembered it.
Mr. Liu once told me back then that people from the Nanyue Ting Dice Party were very good at playing dice.
One of the hands, Yan Ta Ping Hu, can control the dice as desired.
However, their lineage mainly focuses on dice and is not good at other arts.
This has also led to the fact that almost no one from the Ting Sicang Party can be on the star list.
But when it comes to dice alone, many of the masters on the star list are no match for the Dice Party.
Qin Sihai smiled slightly and said to Qu Fengmei:
"After all, she is a female Qianju who is on the star-catching list. She is well-informed. However, do you think Mr. Ling still has a chance of defeating me?"
Qu Fengmei did not answer Qin Sihai's words, but asked suspiciously:
"Yan Taping Pinghu is a trick never spread by the Southern Guangdong Ting Die Party. How did you do it?"
"Money! What can't you do with money?"
Qin Sihai's words seem to make sense.
But when I thought about it carefully, I felt something was wrong.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Sihai stopped talking nonsense.
He followed the same pattern, leaning forward and throwing his right hand flatly.
The dice passed through the air one after another, and each one landed steadily on the petals.
The six bright red dots seemed to be mocking Mr. Hong.
"It's your turn!"
Qin Sihai made a gesture of invitation towards Mr. Hong.
Although the gesture was polite, it contained endless contempt.
At this time, Qu Fengmei had helplessly shook her head.
Qin Jiacheng, on the other hand, pressed his nostrils and took a deep breath, and said with a wicked smile:
"Hey, kid, why don't you let your mommy come?"
"roll!"
As soon as Mr. Hong finished speaking, he picked up six dice and stood outside the three-meter line.
At this time, he picked up a dice, weighed it, and made a throwing motion.
As soon as this action came out, several knowledgeable scammers couldn't help but laugh.
Qu Fengmei even closed her eyes in despair.
Anyone who is an expert knows that if a dice is thrown like this, it will just roll around randomly and it is impossible to land in a certain place.
After trying it, I saw that Mr. Hong actually threw a dice.
As soon as the dice landed on the gaming table, they began to tumble chaotically.
There was a "click" sound and the dice rolled to the ground.
"Hahaha!"
Everyone in the Qin family couldn't help laughing.
Qin Jiacheng waved his hands repeatedly and said to me:
"Chu Liu, don't let your friend embarrass himself. He has already lost. Let's go to the next game!"
According to the rules, Master Hong did lose.
Qin Sihai's six dice all landed on the petals.
Even if Hong Ye's next five dice all hit, he is still missing one.
But Mr. Hong said categorically:
"No! I have to finish voting today!"
As he spoke, Mr. Hong suddenly moved his thumb and index finger.
With a "swish" sound, the dice landed firmly on the petals, with one point facing up.
"S, s, Master, Master, you are the best. Come on, come on!"
We all have a look of despair on our faces.
Everyone has given up on this game.
Only the mute cheered for Hong Ye.
The Qin family had no intention of reading any more at this time.
Master Hong suddenly moved to the side and saw him moving to a corner.
He gestured at the table, then flicked again.
This time, Master Hong used all his strength.
The dice slide rapidly on the table.
After passing through the petals on his own side, he actually went towards the petals of the other party.
Everyone watching this scene was stunned.
"Dang! Dang!"
He heard the dice making a crashing sound, and then looked at the petals on Qin Sihai's side.
There were actually three dices that were knocked out of the petals by Mr. Hong's dice.
"You're doing this for a thousand bucks!"
Qin Sihai shouted. Unfortunately, Master Hong ignored him at all.
He raised his hand and the remaining three dice were thrown out at the same time.
The three dice, like three dancing butterflies, landed steadily on the petals.
"Butterflies accompany flowers?"
The well-informed Qu Fengmei was shocked by her son.
She looked at Mr. Hong as if he didn't recognize him and murmured:
"This is Qianchi Kanye's own dice technique. It was specifically designed to deal with the tricks of the dice party. Yonghong, how could you do it?"
Looking at his mother, Mr. Hong grinned.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured down on Master Hong.
This made the suave Mr. Hong even more charming.
The most important thing is that this guy was once cynical and was regarded by his mother as a naughty son.
Finally, he proved himself once in front of his strict mother.