When Yang Ming heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Emperor Han's words were a little ugly, he said that "you should throw water".

If it had been before, he would certainly not have accepted other people's insulting remarks about him.

But now, he even wishes that there are more people like this, the better, and that more people will throw water and money at him!

Dignity, face, or anything, is money more important?

Emperor Han crossed Yang Ming, and the waiter in front of her saw the arrival of fresh faces, especially the unique temperament of Emperor Han made her very fascinated.

You must know that everyone who dares to enter this casino must have something to rely on or have a background to rely on.

The next moment.

The waiter who had served Yang Ming before had an extremely professional smile on his face when he faced Emperor Han's arrival.

Her voice was soft, and there was still the cold meanness of before.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

The waiter always had a bright smile on his face, and in the face of Emperor Han's gaze, he even consciously bowed down slightly, maintaining great respect in front of Emperor Han.

If it weren't for the performance of the two of them judged by the waiter before, Emperor Han might have thought that this waiter was sincerely trying to entertain him.

But now, it's just a joke.

Because this waiter didn't know Emperor Han, he regarded Emperor Han as a new rich man and wanted to slaughter him.

"What is the exchange rate?"

"It seems that Mr. is planning to exchange money for the common currency of the North Mountain?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll introduce you to my husband."

The waiter became very patient at this time.

You must know that the introduction of this kind of thing is something that Jingbeishan is familiar with, and there is no one here who does not understand the rules here.

It's like an adult who is tirelessly popularizing the truth that one plus one equals two to another person.

However, in the face of money, everything can be transformed.

"In the Realm North Mountain Casino, there are three currencies in circulation, namely the red soul soil, the white soul soil, and the rarest golden soul soil."

The waiter said.

Emperor Han looked back at the soul land.

Most of that soul soil mountain was made of red soil, and a very small part of it was made of white soul soil.

As for this golden soul land, Emperor Han hadn't seen it yet.

"In order to take care of some guests from other places and let these guests come in and have fun, the casino owner set up a rule for exchange."

Then, the waiter slowly stretched out a finger.

"One million cash, which can be exchanged for one gram of red soul soil!"

Hear this.

Emperor Han's brows furrowed slightly, because he had taken all the soul soil in the center of this layer of the casino into his eyes, and had a rough guess.

The total amount of soul soil in this layer is probably more than thirty tons!

Perhaps, there are other places that have not been seen, and it is possible that there are more soul lands.

According to the words of the waiter on the other side, one million is only exchanged for one gram of red soul soil, so how much is this floor worth?

No wonder so many people are crazy to win to this extent!

Emperor Han recalled the words of the coffee shop owner before, and the people who came to Jingbeishan basically went towards the tomb!

Because there is a lot of soul soil in the tomb!

These soul lands are the target of these people!

However, now, dozens of tons of soul soil are piled up in the casino.

And it's still very safe to put here!

Whoever can win the game will be able to take the soul land with them!

All of a sudden, who is willing to enter the tombstone tomb to risk death to get soul soil, and when the time comes, it will accidentally mix with these soul soil, and there will be no scum left.

Emperor Han began to understand the reason why this casino was brightly lit and full of people.

Once people see that there is a relatively safe option, whether it is a deliberately covered trap or not, people will choose another relatively safe option in order to avoid the danger.

I have to say that the casino owner's method of collecting money is too powerful!

At the same time, how to get so much soul soil has also become a mystery.

"Sir, how much soul land are you going to exchange?"

The waiter smiled sweetly and spoke softly.

"What's your minimum exchange here?"

Emperor Han didn't have absolutely anything wrong, so he asked.

This sentence made the waiter slightly stunned.

Because people who come here basically don't ask about this kind of face-losing thing.

They will directly take out 100 million yuan, and then exchange it for some currency to play, and will not come up and ask how much it is at least.

"Well, we don't have an exchange requirement here."

The waiter was a little stunned, not knowing how much Emperor Han wanted to exchange.

Emperor Han thought about it for a while, and took out an ordinary card from his body, which contained exactly two million.

"Then exchange it for two grams of soul soil."

Hear this.

Not only the waiters, but even the waiters at other counters, and even the other gamblers in line, all looked at Emperor Han with a strange eye.

They heard you right, right?

This should be the first time they have heard of people who only exchange single digits at one time at the Beishan Casino!

As a result, many people couldn't help but take a few more glances at Emperor Han.

At the same time, a hint of banter and contempt flashed in his eyes.

The waiter's expression also changed.

She looked at Emperor Han's gaze not as soft as before, but because Emperor Han just said that he was a little angry and angry when he only said that he could exchange two grams.

"Sir, maybe I misheard, but did you just say that it was only two grams?"

At this time, the waiter was still patient.

She even used this slightly threatening tone to try to put pressure on Emperor Han to continue adding a few grams.

At the same time, many gamblers lining up to exchange currency also laughed.

"Tut-tut! It seems that he is really a newcomer, and even exchanging currency is like a girl! ”

"Haha, it's the first time I've seen someone here, someone who only exchanged two grams of soul soil! I can see these two grams, I will lose in less than a minute! ”

"Hehe, you're thinking too much. You must know that the gambling projects here have a minimum capital requirement, and there are only two grams of gambling money on him like him, and basically most of the projects here are not even on the table! ”

“......”

This group of people burst into laughter, completely ignoring Emperor Han.

However, Emperor Han directly ignored them.

"That's right, just exchange it for two grams, and give him one gram."

Emperor Han said calmly, and at the same time pointed to Yang Ming next to him.

At this time, Yang Ming really couldn't smile on his face.

At first, he thought that Emperor Han would be able to lend him money, which made him happy.

At least he thought in his heart that if he can come here to redeem it, he is a person who wants to save face, and it shouldn't be a problem to exchange a hundred grams in one go!

Then, be a little more generous, and give him a dozen or twenty grams.

In this way, he has the principal, and then it is enough to win it back little by little.

But now, Emperor Han didn't know if he was joking with him, so he exchanged a total of two grams!

suddenly became the joke of the audience, and when everyone laughed at him, they were also laughing at Yang Ming by the way.

Yang's fame is ruined!

You must know that when he came here to exchange before, no matter how poor he was, he would definitely not be like Emperor Han who only exchanged single-digit soul land.

"Are you kidding me? Or do you think I'm a bully? ”

Yang Ming couldn't bear it anymore and got angry directly at Emperor Han.

"Do you really think that my Yang Ming lacks your soul soil?"

Suddenly, Emperor Han spoke calmly.

"Isn't it?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming was suddenly dumbfounded!

Now he is not as good as before, even if he can't even take out a gram of soul soil.

The waiter couldn't stand it either.

She just wants Emperor Han to hurry up and get away now, and today she is disgusted by this kind of young man who has no money to pretend to be a big money.

She still thinks this person is the rich second generation of which family.

That's all the result?

"Take your two grams of soul soil and hurry away!"

The waiter directly shook his face and threw Emperor Han's bank card and two bags of specially packaged soul soil in front of Emperor Han.

Emperor Han glanced at it, then took one gram of soul soil.

The remaining gram of soul soil was still on the counter.

Yang Ming was even more angry: "Fuck, do you think Lao Tzu is really rare for you?" Tell you, Lao Tzu is also dignified! I'm in a hurry, believe it or not I can do anything! ”

But in the eyes of Emperor Han, Yang Ming was just a bluff.

In this way, he releases all the repression he had previously endured.

"Don't?"

Emperor Han left with his back to the counter, "Then give it to someone casually." ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly became commotionous!

Although you Yang Ming can't look down on this gram of soul land, there is no shortage of people in the casino who lose their capital and then are in a hurry to borrow money to make a comeback!

These people's eyes were immediately red, and they excitedly swarmed towards a gram of red soul soil on the counter!

"I, my!"

"Fuck off, it's mine!"

"Everyone back down for me, and now I need this the most!"

“......”

The counter area was bustling with activity.

When Yang Ming saw this scene, his whole face changed greatly.

At the same time, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Let go of your fart, this is something that Lao Tzu paid the price for, when will it be your turn to rob it!" ”

"If they don't get out of the way, Lao Tzu will be welcome!"

However, at this moment, Yang Ming had forgotten his appearance of "Gao Feng Liang Festival" a few seconds ago.

At that time, he was so righteous and righteous, fighting for dignity.

And now, how much he is like a clown jumping off the beam, desperately fighting for the charity he despises.