Chapter Eighty-Four, The Miscalculated Banker
"Win, win!"
"Haha, finally a big one!"
"yes, lose money quickly, lose money quickly!"
With the shout of the dealer, the gamblers jumped to their feet and completely boiled, without him, many people had lost four or five in a row, and the loss was too bad.
And betting on this has completely emptied their pockets, and if they don't win, they are afraid that they will be angry and throw themselves into the river.
Normally, the dealer usually recovers the lost bet first and then loses money to the winning side.
But at this time, the reaction of these gamblers was too fierce, and the dealer had no choice but to hiss, in response to the gamblers' roars, and on the other hand, he reluctantly took out the silver from the bottom of the cash box to pay one by one.
Especially in the end, when he took out four hundred taels of silver tickets to compensate Wang Junyao, his thin yellow face was long, like a resentful woman for ten thousand years.
It's just because he understands the owner's eyes that he can't let Qin Shuyu win no matter what.
The dealer thought that this was very simple, and he could do it by playing some small tricks at will, but what he didn't expect was that Qin Shuyu and Wang Junyao, who were only close to getting married, didn't bet on the same party, and Qin Shuyu also cut off his way to throw a kill and bet on Xiaohe Leopard.
Moreover, Qin Shuyu's silver was only half of Wang Junyao's.
Now, he did let Qin Shuyu lose, but this one obviously killed two hundred enemies and lost eight hundred. Also, Wang Junyao's silver and Qin Shuyu's silver, is there a difference between the two?
If Qin Shuyu and Wang Junyao keep betting like this, what should he do?
Thinking of this, the emaciated dealer couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat that had already broken out on his forehead, and immediately, he reached out and took back the two silver tickets of one hundred taels on the big character and the leopard character, especially to pretend to be calm, forced a smile at Qin Shuyu and said sarcastically: "Young Master Qin, it seems that your luck seems to have been all wasted on cockfighting." ”
Qin Shuyu blinked, glanced at Wang Junyao, who was dancing beside him, smiled slightly, and said, "Maybe it's because my luck has been passed on to Miss Junyao." ”
He smiled on his lips, but he snorted coldly in his heart, he saw that the points of the three dice were obviously one, one, four, and six points small, but at the moment when the dealer's thumb lightly buckled the dice cup, one of the little dice suddenly rolled twice in a row, becoming six points.
This is obviously the result of the fact that the dice are being pushed by a slight spiritual force controlled by the dealer.
As for the existence of cultivators among these gamblers, why no one exposed the dealer's use of spiritual power to deceive, Qin Shuyu also quickly confirmed that this dice cup must be made of special materials.
Because, even with his perception, he couldn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations in the dicecup, and this wisp of spiritual power itself was very slight, and when this dealer released it, his breath would hardly change, and it was difficult for people to notice it.