Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 439. Drinking Contest
The two of them gambled until midnight, with each winning and losing. The 100 taels of silver Du Chun brought with him was definitely not enough, so he asked his guards to go back to his house and get 200 taels.

In the end, both of them were barely defeated. Du Chun was left with nothing, while the nobleman Trump, who had originally earned 1,000 taels of silver, lost more than 500 taels. But from the perspective of both parties' capital, Du Chun lost less, but in the end, the nobleman Trump still made money, so it can be said that Du Chun lost thoroughly.

Seeing that lanterns had been hung in the streets and alleys and the chirping of insects had replaced the hustle and bustle of the day, these young men who had been gambling in the gambling house all night seemed to have lost their souls and were respectfully invited out by the casino guys.

"Don't forget, Jun Mo Xiao will be waiting for you at noon. Don't lose too much today and become a coward tomorrow."

When the two of them parted, the nobleman Trump did not forget to laugh at Du Chun, which made Du Chun's groggy brain instantly clear. He was very angry but could do nothing about it. Although he did not know the specific financial strength of the other party, it must be stronger than his current self...

Du Chun had a headache, not knowing what to do tomorrow. If he didn't go, he would have fought with this man in front of so many noble children today, and everyone would know about it, which would definitely hurt his reputation. But if he went, he only had 100 taels of silver left, and he would definitely not be his opponent no matter how he competed with him in wealth.

"Alas...what should I do..."

Du Chun returned to his home. Most people in the Du residence had already gone to bed, leaving only a few sleepy night guards. Du Chun's return did not disturb them.

"Damn it! If there wasn't this bastard Du Xi, wouldn't I be able to spend all the gold and silver in the Du Mansion as I please?"

Du Chun secretly cursed the Du family in his heart, because his two useless brothers were in charge of the money and grain, which made him dare not spend money lavishly. Now he was even more stumped by a few hundred taels of silver. Wasn't this deliberately embarrassing Du Chun?
Du Chun was lying on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all. He was so angry at the thought of that jerk who spoke Sichuan Conservatory of Music that he couldn't sleep. When he got up to go to the bathroom, he suddenly remembered something. He simply pulled up his pants, quietly opened the door and walked outside.

The Du Mansion was dead silent at night, with only the occasional snoring coming from different rooms, making it feel particularly peaceful.

Du Chun knew that at night, there was basically only someone guarding the gate at the Du Mansion, and there were no night patrollers in the courtyard, so no one could notice Du Chun if he sneaked out.

Du Chun came to the accounting office where Bai Ri Du Xi was, looked around carefully, and after making sure that there was no one there, he quietly pushed open the door of the accounting office, came to the place where Bai Ri Du Xi was sitting, opened the second drawer of the table, and began to search around.

"crash"

Suddenly Du Chun paused, and there was a sound of metal clashing in his hands. Du Chun picked it up, and with the moonlight outside, he saw that it was the keychain that Du Xi had taken out in the morning. He was overjoyed and walked towards the warehouse behind.

As for why Du Xi put the key here, it was also a coincidence. First of all, this table was newly bought, and the drawer was a new thing, so Du Xi simply piled some account books on it as a cover and hid the key underneath.

Secondly, there are many keys on this keychain, and normally no one would know that there is a key to the back storeroom. You know, Du Xi's father and brother also have a keychain each, so who would know which key opens which door?

And another point is that the atmosphere in the Du family is pretty good. Except for Du Chun, everyone else is honest and decent. Over time, Du Chun's vigilance has decreased a lot. In addition, Du Chun saw Du Chun take out the key in broad daylight, so Du Chun really touched it.

Du Xi naturally wouldn't be on guard against Du Chun. After all, the Du family would belong to Du Chun in the future. How could it be said that Du Chun was stealing from his own family?

Du Chun came outside, and under the bright moonlight, he immediately picked out the key he had seen during the day, tiptoed, holding the key chain, and walked towards the backyard...

The next day at noon, Du Chun, along with a few of his followers, strode into the "Jun Mo Xiao" restaurant. As soon as he entered "Jun Mo Xiao", he saw four lines of poetry written in official script on the conspicuous wall in the middle:
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."

Needless to say, this poem that transcends time and space was naturally written by Feng Xi. It was announced to the outside world that Jun Moxiao asked Feng Xi for the inscription, but the actual truth is unknown.

With the inscription personally written by the Grand Commander of the Han Dynasty, Jun Moxiao Restaurant naturally became synonymous with high-end restaurant in Jianye City. In addition, the wine it sells is indeed more fragrant than ordinary wine, so it is also generally recognized by the wealthy children of Jianye.

Of course, high-end means expensive. A jar of the signature wine "Jun Mo Xiao" can be sold for one tael of silver, and there are also wines that cost ten or even dozens of taels, but few people can afford it.

"I thought you didn't dare to come."

As a Sichuan accent sounded, Du Chun saw Mr. Trump sitting in the middle. He was sitting so generously under the poem written by Feng Xi. There seemed to be no-man's land around him, with a table and chairs vacant.

"I've reserved this area. If you're brave, come and sit down. If you're scared, go home quickly."

Young Master Trump made provocative remarks, but Du Chun was certainly not going to give in. Without saying a word, he walked straight to Young Master Trump and sat down, his face regaining his usual arrogance.

"Come on, let's talk about how to compete. Whoever is afraid is a grandson."

"Yes, the rules are very simple. You and I take turns ordering wine for each other, and we must order wine that is more expensive than the wine the other person ordered last time. If anyone doesn't want to order, they surrender. Of course, if the most expensive wine is ordered, that person wins. The loser must drink the last jar of wine left by the winner, and can ask others to drink with him."

Mr. Trump stated a relatively simple rule, which is actually not difficult to understand if you look at it as a card game. It is to suppress the opponent with price. Whoever loses in the end drinks the last jar of wine that the opponent wants, and then starts the next round.

This seems to be a competition of familiarity with the store and the prices of wine, but in fact it is a competition of financial resources.

"Okay, who starts first?"

Du Chun nodded, knowing the rules, but he didn't know how to start.

"You, take out a copper coin."

Mr. Trump pointed at a waiter who was watching the fun nearby. The waiter reluctantly took out a copper coin and handed it to Mr. Trump, but then he threw a piece of silver at him, obviously because he didn't have any copper coins on him.

"Just bet on heads or tails. Whoever bets right goes first."

Mr. Trump pressed the copper coin onto the table with a wild smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)