Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 2245 There is no retreat

  Although Li Shen loves face, he is not stupid.

   If you know that you will lose and return, then there is really something wrong with your brain.

"Don't worry, Master Tang. You can play a little bit. Even if you lose, you can't lose much. I saw that Master Tang won all the money back just by winning a few times. After all, he still made money." Song Ping said straightforwardly.

   Tang Dongfeng looked at him cautiously: "You mean, allow me to play a little bit?"

  "Old Song has always been soft-hearted, but you give this suggestion to Master Tang, but you look down on him. After all, our Master Tang won 6,000 taels in the casino today, so we don't care about that little money." He said in a strange way.

   Tang Dongfeng's face darkened: "He Guanshi seems to have resentment against me."

He and the manager are not afraid of shame anymore, they just want to force him into a trap, "Isn't that right, I lost six thousand taels, and I lost my wife. ?"

   "Play, why don't you play? If I don't play, why don't I tell the manager that I can't afford it." Tang Dongfeng slammed back rudely.

  He Guanshi only sneered, but didn't choke with him.

   "How to play?" Lao Song asked calmly.

   Tang Dongfeng took out 2,000 taels and put it on the ratio of 1 to 3: "It's not interesting to play who rolls more dice before, but this time, how about playing with whoever has less points?"

  Lao Song didn't even lift his eyelids, and looked at him with contempt: "Okay."

  He randomly placed a bet on Tang Dongfeng's position, and also put down two thousand taels, obviously following him.

   "You're really here." Li Shen had a weird expression on his face, and for the first time felt that he wasn't such a prodigal.

   Tang Dongfeng smiled confidently, "Master Li, if I win today, I will give you a dividend."

   "You should think about what to do if you lose first." Li Shen looked at him speechlessly.

   Tang Dongfeng didn't answer.

   Finger tapped on the table.

  Ye Muyu quickly shook the dice cup.

   After a few times, let it settle.

  Before opening the dice cup.

  Tang Dongfeng played with the silver in his hand, and looked at Lao Songhe and the steward.

"Before we start, let's make a rule. Play five rounds. Bet on each round. Take turns to decide. No matter how much, the opponent can only follow. No matter who loses or wins in the end, it's over. How about it?" Tang Dongfeng looked at the two and said .

  Lao Song somehow reacted, and looked at Tang Dongfeng with scrutiny in his eyes.

  Hearing this, the steward immediately came up with many ways to trick Tang Dongfeng.

"good."

   Both sides agreed to come down.

   "Since it's settled, let's drive it." Tang Dongfeng raised his eyebrows confidently, not at all thinking that he would lose his fortune.

  Old Song kept silent, and directly expressed his attitude with actions.

   Reach out and open the dice cup.

   Three dice, all one by one.

   There was a soft cry next to it.

   There was sympathy in Tang Dongfeng's eyes.

   "Is this the smallest?"

   "Sure enough, it is Lao Song. Who dares to compare with him in this skill."

   "This is a lost game, six thousand taels."

   "The point is, there are still four rounds to come."

   "As long as Lao Song thinks about it, Master Tang may lose and lose his fortune."

  Listening to the discussions of the people nearby, and the confident look of old Song Hehe and the steward, Tang Dongfeng raised his eyebrows: "Who said the three ones are the smallest."

   As he spoke, he opened the dice cup in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "I only have two points."

  In the dice cup, two dice overlapped, and the covered dice was also one point.

   "Based on this, did I win, or did Lao Song win?"

  (end of this chapter)