It was also gambling, but under the banner of helping poor people and sharing the worries of the imperial court, gambling became a sacred thing.
With a well-known teacher, it would be much easier for Su Wenqing to cooperate. Su Wenqing would not let go of Wang Xie, and other small and powerful families, including Su Wenqing.
The king of hell is easy to mess with, and the devil is difficult to deal with. Anyway, you have to share the benefits. If you give more or less, it will be divided.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the families of the young lady and young master Feng Qingchen who had ridiculed Feng Qingchen at the poetry meeting were all excluded by Su Wenqing. Among the four great princes, except Anguo, the other three princes were excluded.
Duke Su Wenqing even came to visit in person...
The Duke of Ning's Palace was initially unwilling to participate. Their family has always kept a low profile. Although it is the Duke's Palace, they have never been involved in party disputes or the position of the prince. However, Su Wenqing heard that this bet was proposed by Feng Qingchen.
The prince and several princes did not participate, and the people in the Ningguo Palace no longer insisted.
Again, there is no one who is not short of money these days. In such a big government, no matter how low-key he is, there are still so many people to support and favors. Money is not needed anywhere. Besides, this bet is completely unprofitable.
All they need to do is make a little effort in the business.
Things in the gambling game were going on in a hurry. When the official announced the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan, Su Wenqing also announced the largest gambling market in the capital.
So... the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan has become heated before it even begins. If you are still concerned about whether the price of food will drop at this time and discuss how low the price of food will be, you are in trouble.
The competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan instantly became the biggest gossip in the imperial city, and as soon as it came out, it overshadowed the falling food prices.
When Su Wenqing found out that the gambling game was open and had this effect, he was so happy that he couldn't look at anything. The only thing he didn't like was Qin Baoer.
One day, he accidentally heard Qin Baoer and Bu Jingyun talking about this matter. When the words revealed that he looked down on the businessman and the person who initiated the gambling, Su Wenqing rolled his eyes and felt like swearing.
impulse.
His uncle, you eat, live, and use me, but you still look down on me. Without me as a businessman to make money, why do you have fine clothes and fine food, why do you have maids to serve you? You think money falls from the sky?
, even if money falls from the sky, you can't pick it up like you.
Su Wenqing decided that if Lan Jiuqing married Qin Baoer, he would be the first to object.
But overnight, the people in the imperial city seemed to have been given blood. From the palace nobles to the common people, everyone was discussing the competition between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan. Of course, they were mostly discussing Su Wan.
A gambling game introduced by Wenqing.
"One tael of silver is a bet. If you win, you can exchange it for a thousand taels or ten thousand taels of silver. It will be worth it in your life." In a certain teahouse, several small businessmen were discussing this matter.
These days, no one can be unmoved when it comes to money.
"This is difficult. There are seventeen possibilities. Who knows who will win or lose between Feng Qingchen and Su Wan? And you have to guess how many rounds you will win. Isn't this like looking for a needle in a haystack?" Some people can still stay awake.
"What's the point? There are seventeen outcomes. If you bet on one outcome, one of you will win. Didn't you say that the one who wins will get half of the gambling money? My mother.
, how much does that cost?”
"Isn't it just a matter of one tael of silver? If we don't win, we will share the worries of the court and do our best to help the poor people." No matter what era, there are a group of lovely people.
"You're right, you're right. This is not a gamble. This is to help the poor people. Anyone who has the ability should contribute." He said it boldly, and he didn't know whether he was sincere or not. No matter what, Feng Qingchen was
Gamblers find a noble reason.
No matter how insignificant a person is, they still want to save face, and gamblers also want to be respected.
The people in the tea house were having a lively discussion, and the vendors outside were not to be outdone. They wanted to join in the fun whether they had money or not.
Even if they don't have money to place bets, they can still keep an eye on their gambling money and figure out how much money the gamblers can make. To them, that amount of money is something they have never seen in their lives and cannot even imagine.
There were even some hawkers discussing that they would pool together one tael of silver and place a bet, and then the money earned would be divided equally. The final exchange for the one tael of silver would definitely be more than just one tael.
On the street, there were constant cries and discussions, but there was a voice that overwhelmed all the voices present: "One hundred and thirty-seven thousand six thousand and forty-two taels, Dongling's first bet to help poor people, has been raised.
We got two hundred and thirty-seven thousand six pieces and forty-two taels of silver."
The ups and downs of the voice were particularly attractive, and the man's repeated repetition of the number of silver coins was clearly tempting.
Of course, this number is by no means a real number, but it was deliberately released by Su Wenqing to attract people to place bets according to what Feng Qingchen said, and the fraction was reported in order to be realistic.
"Oh my god, it's only been half a day and there are nearly 140,000 taels. The person who won the prize can't share the 70,000 taels of silver." Seventy thousand taels, someone swallowed his saliva, and a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.
It is definitely a small gain that makes a big difference, and the person who wins will definitely become rich overnight. Many people can't sit still and are excited.
"Waiter, check out."
Just run to the betting point...
Contrary to the tea house street, the rich young men were also discussing this matter, but they were not focusing more on money, but on their own vision.
"Three games, I bet Su Wan can beat Feng Qingchen in three games." A certain young man in brocade shouted.
"As a native of Dongling, but I beat outsiders to win, I bet that Feng Qingchen will win. Every win is a win." Another person was unwilling to give up.
"Listen to me, talk about piano, Miss Su Wan...discuss medicine, Miss Qingchen..." A certain theoretical school began to lay out facts and reason. While explaining, he wrote down the advantages of the two on the wall.
Odds of winning: "Look, after eight games, according to my guess, Miss Su Wan should win two games against Miss Qingchen."
"What Mr. Du said makes sense. I believe Mr. Du's calculation. What Mr. Du said is so reasonable. I am also moved. Winning or losing is a trivial matter, but if I win, it will be a great event. Seventeen results
, we will hit the target as soon as we press, haha, it will be a shame to say this."
The theoretical school is still very popular. A certain young man didn’t know whether he wanted to curry favor with Mr. Du, or wanted to make money or gain fame. He immediately threw a banknote to the boy next to him: "Go and buy one for me.
Thousands of bets, Su Wan beat Feng Qingchen in two games."
"I don't agree, Mr. Du. There is something wrong with your calculation just now. Look..." A certain young man who was at odds with Mr. Du came forward, took Mr. Du's pen, had someone spread out a new piece of white paper, and brushed it.
I started writing and compared the collected information about Su Wan and Feng Qingchen one by one, and finally came to the result: "Su Wan can beat Feng Qingchen in four games."
"Go and buy two thousand bets for me. Su Wan can beat Feng Qingchen in four games." Young men who wanted to please this young master or believed in his words also sent their servants to buy.
Rich men and so on, they are not short of money, they are playing for loneliness and face, and these talents are the main customers in Feng Qingchen's mouth.
Not to mention these wealthy young men, even the court ministers would discuss it in private, and their wives would whisper something in their ears when they got home.
There was no way their wife was very concerned about this matter. She shed tears and said that the poor people were so pitiful. At the same time, she gave out her own money, saying that she wanted to help the poor people and share the worries of the court.
Uh... In the end, it seemed that those who didn't place bets just didn't worry about the imperial court. This result was something Feng Qingchen didn't expect. It can only be said that these people have really rich imaginations and came up with all kinds of ideas.
Of course, Feng Qingchen would like to see this situation, but...if she is happy, others cannot be happy.
"Third Prince, is our gambling game still open?" In one morning, only a dozen people placed bets, and these people were still doing it for the sake of several officials in Dongling. How could they continue such a gambling game?
"Open, why not open? She, Feng Qingchen, can play, why can't I play? Feng Qingchen has the support of an uncle from the Nine Emperors. We have several princes supporting us. Go and do what Feng Qingchen does."
The gambling game has resumed." Nanling Jinfan gritted his teeth. The servant with a distorted handsome face had already torn the information in his hands into waste paper. This shows how angry the prince was.
He had always had smooth sailing, but he fell into the hands of Feng Qingchen again and again.
"Yes." The visitor swallowed his saliva. Although he was full of things to say, when he saw Nan Ling Jinfan's cold eyes, he was so frightened that he swallowed all his words back.
The third prince became more and more terrifying. Being stared at by his eyes was like being stared at by a poisonous snake. The visitor ran out quickly. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a loud "bang...".
Nanling Jinfan angrily smashed the mahogany table into pieces.
"Feng Qingchen, you bitch, you are always against me. If I let you go, I will not be Nanling Jinfan." He had been planning hard for several months, but it was all ruined by Feng Qingchen's trouble.
.
No matter what Nanling Jinfan thought, he couldn't swallow this breath. The most important thing was to miss this opportunity. Where would he raise military expenses? If he didn't have military expenses, what would he use to fight Nanling Jinxing?
Hated, hated, Nanling Jinfan wished he could bury Feng Qingchen alive, so hated that he forgot that he was not Nanling Jinfan, he should be Wang Jinfan.
The person who also hated Feng Qingchen was An Guogong. His hatred for Feng Qingchen was no less than that of Nan Jin Lingfan.
"You are so good to Feng Qingchen. Of the four great princes, you have exposed me, Duke An. Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust." An Guogong seemed to have forgotten that he had never been kind to Feng Qingchen.
Ahem, although Feng Qingchen has never come forward about the gambling, and Su Wenqing has not told anyone that the gambling is related to Feng Qingchen, everyone knows that Su Wenqing walked into the small courtyard where Feng Qingchen lived.
There is gambling on the back foot, and another very important point is...