Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 438 432. Pleasure hurts the body
Du Chun thought about it again and again. Since there is a 50% probability of betting on the upper and lower zones, the odds of betting on the lower zone are only 10%, which means that if you bet ten taels and win, you will win eleven taels.

Ordinary people might just stop there, even if they earn less, but the probability of losing is also low. However, there are no ordinary people who can enter the Dream Butterfly House. The odds for betting on the four directions are 20%, and the actual number is as high as ten times.

Yes, ten times. If you can guess the number correctly, you will get ten times the amount you bet.

The probability may seem low, but with so many people playing, every two or three games there is always a lucky person who returns with a big prize, making others envious and jealous.

Du Chun had dreamed of getting rich quickly before, but the price of his last dream was that he had to go to cheap street restaurants to satisfy his appetite every day.

Now Du Chun is cautiously betting on the color. The odds of the color are only 50%, which is still far from ten times the specific number, but the advantage is that the chance of winning is a little higher.

"Green! Green! Green!"

After a while, Du Chun completely blended into the crazy crowd, shouting out the color he had chosen. The pointer on the turntable slowly rolled and finally stopped in the green area, but inertia made it slide slowly for a while and finally landed in the red area.

"Damn it, it's so unlucky..."

Du Chun spat inwardly. He had played for half an hour and had already lost fifty taels of silver. He had only come out to play today and brought a hundred taels with him. Now that he had lost half of it, Du Chun was ready to back out.

"I was wondering who it was. Isn't this Mr. Du? What happened? Did you lose all the money you had?"

The familiar voice of Trump suddenly rang out, causing Du Chun to frown. Turning around, he saw that it was the nobleman Trump who had clashed with him during the day.

"What, you're good? Come on, let's play a couple of games and see how good you are."

Du Chun was so angry about losing at this time that he didn't want to argue with the other party. Instead, he pursed his lips, indicating that if the other party wanted to prove that he was good, he should play two games.

"Whoever is afraid of you is my grandson."

Mr. Trump came forward, learned a little about the rules, and without saying a word, he placed the chip representing one hundred taels directly on the number "21", acting like a complete layman.

The people around him looked at Mr. Trump, a rich and foolish man, and shook their heads. They had all been through this, and after losing everything a few times, they would probably become obedient.

"Haha, idiot, there are sixty numbers on this wheel, do you really think you can win?"

Du Chun was still holding back a fire in his heart at this time, and he couldn't help but ridicule Mr. Trump when he saw his silly look. Mr. Trump didn't pay any attention to him, but clenched his hands, looked at the turntable very nervously, looking like a complete amateur.

Du Chun sneered. In the end, he was just a fool with a lot of money. This brainless idiot was probably a nouveau riche who made his fortune by relying on the Han army. He was still far from an old-fashioned aristocrat like himself.

However, Du Chun's eyes were not idle. He glanced at the turntable on the table from time to time, hoping that the miracle would not happen so soon.

However, as the pointer on the turntable slowly stopped, Du Chun's eyes became more and more unbelievable.

"The winning number this time is twenty, blue, south zone!"

The gambling official shouted the result of this roulette, leaving Du Chun stunned. The nobleman in front of him was also a little hesitant, and he grabbed the gambling official and asked:
"Don't leave yet. I just bet a hundred taels of silver. I won a lot this time, didn't I?"

The gambling official gave his Trump a thumbs up before answering:

"Congratulations, young master! You have won a full 1,000 taels! Including the principal and interest, 1,100 taels!"

"Oh my god, this is so scary!" Even Mr. Trump himself couldn't believe it. He just played the roulette wheel casually and got one thousand taels of silver, which is one hundred taels of gold in an instant?

"What the hell..."

Du Chun, who was standing behind, almost had his eyes popped out. He was already unhappy seeing others win, and now the winner was his mortal enemy. How could he not be angry?

"Alas, you are such a useless person who can't even count. What are you going to do tomorrow, Jun Mo Xiao? In my opinion, you should just hide in your home and go to your mother for milk."

After winning, Mr. Trump naturally would not give up this good opportunity. He shook the chips in his hand at Du Chun in a show-off manner and laughed at Du Chun.

Du Chun's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to do anything. What can't the people in this casino do when they lose money? However, the ones who dared to make trouble were captured by the local Han army. It seemed that they had some relationship with those high-ranking officials. After all, losing some money was fine. If they were captured, they would have to spend money to make connections. It was better to pay the money honestly.

"Don't be so proud, you stinky outsider. Come on, do you dare to bet with me?"

Du Chun was extremely angry. Since this stinky outsider from Yizhou could win, why couldn't he win?

"Come on, whoever is afraid of you is your grandson."

Mr. Trump was naturally fearless. He was the first to bet one hundred taels on the number "forty-three". Seeing him bet, many people who thought he was a newbie with bad luck immediately followed suit. Du Chun gritted his teeth and only took out twenty taels to bet on "thirty-two".

"The Du family is so rich, but they gave twenty taels, which is not as much as I gave to the beggars on the street."

Seeing Du Chun's capital, Mr. Trump laughed at him, but Du Chun pretended not to hear and stared at the turntable.

The pointer slowly turned and finally landed on thirty-one...thirty-two.

"Hahaha! It's just a bet on a number, who doesn't know how to do it! Give it here! Two hundred taels!"

Du Chun laughed wildly, and the gloom of losing half an hour just now was swept away.

"Look at your dog-like expression. You are so arrogant even though you won two hundred taels? I bet one hundred taels, number thirteen."

Mr. Trump said with disdain, and continued to spend money regardless of Du Chun's reaction. Du Chun gritted his teeth, thinking that even if he spent only 100 taels, he would still make a profit, so he might as well not lose face.

"One hundred taels, fifty-one."

The two people's numbers were completely different and not adjacent at all. This time, luck seemed to have not favored anyone. A number was drawn that no one bet on, and the dealer took the lion's share.

Du Chun was a little hesitant and wanted to quit while he was ahead, but his eyes accidentally met with Mr. Trump's. The other's eyes were full of mockery and disdain, as if he saw through his thoughts.

"Another one hundred taels, bet zero six."

Mr. Trump lost a hundred taels without blinking an eye and continued to bid another hundred taels.

The look just now made Du Chun very disgusted. Now was the time to compete. If he left, wouldn't it be admitting that he was inferior to the other party?
"One hundred taels, forty-three."

Du Chun showed no sign of weakness and slammed his only chip of one hundred taels on the table.

(End of this chapter)