"It's him!"

In the ghost market, everyone saw Zhao Ke's face clearly, and now no one does not know the fact that he is a ginseng postman.

At the same time, there is also a lot of news to prove that this guy and Granny Hong have this inexplicable relationship.

What exactly, few people know.

But no one dared to make any indiscriminate jokes about this.

After all, the last time the red mother-in-law cut off the divination association in public, the head of the president, and the bloody picture is vivid.

"It's a gamble!"

The ghost market's attention to this competition is far more than usual.

After discovering that it was Zhao Ke, Yang Wancai started a new gambling game for the first time.

The last wave of Qiu Bailing's bets, even if it was a ten-to-one odds.

It still made Yang Wancai make a fortune.

Obviously, it is always the bookmaker who makes the money.

With the exclamation, everyone looked at the multiplier of this gamble.

The other side is 1 to 3.

And Zhao Ke is one to six.

Obviously, in terms of odds, Zhao Ke is not favored.

This idea is not alone.

Judging from the battle of Fang Cai, the strength of the Great Awakening Evil Thought was far beyond the ordinary.

Even in the face of candidates, such an opponent holding a gold stamp can at least achieve one to three, calmly.

In contrast, Zhao Ke has something, although he has the support of the red mother-in-law behind him.

But this time, it has been mentioned in the rules that candidates strictly accept the resources of other forces.

What kind of capital does Zhao Ke have, can he confront the evil thoughts of Dajue.

It is for this reason that after considering various factors, Yang Wancai finally customized the odds.

Even if Yang Wancai was very nervous about Zhao Ke's survival.

But the clear distinction between public and private is the bottom line he adheres to.

"Mother-in-law, your vision is good, this kid is bold enough, that is the evil thoughts of a top monk.

Accumulated thousands of causes and effects from the previous body of this high monk.

The strength is at least about pseudo-gold, and he alone has such courage, and his courage is commendable. ”

The one who speaks is the one who is constant, with a loud voice that remains the same, and the voice is like an eternal bell.

The sound pierces out, deliberately for outsiders to hear.

"The strength of pseudo-gold?" The crowd listened carefully.

The Golden Postman, to them, is the ruler of the high.

He is the king of all postmen.

Even if it's a pseudo-gold, it's incredible.

What kind of ability can a person who is a postman have to turn the world upside down?

As soon as the news came out, everyone frantically bet on the evil thoughts of Dajue.

"Damn, up the stacks, lower the odds." Yang Wancai sensed that something was wrong and quickly revised the bet.

The chips were raised to the price of a 100-point bet, and the odds were reduced to the lowest of 1 to 2.

You want to use super high chips to block most of them.

However, Yang Wancai still underestimated these gamblers who were already red-eyed.

"Fundraising! I'm 40 points off here! ”

"It's 20 o'clock postage here, sign the treaty, buy the bet immediately, hurry up, time waits for no one!"

No one can stop the postman's imagination.

At this moment, a new round of fund-raising gambling partners was born.

And it is rapidly developing into other gamblers who do not have enough funds in a geometric multiplication.

The most exaggerated thing is that even a group of 100 people with 1 point of postage per person appeared.

So that those who are just trying to have fun also have the opportunity to place bets.

For a while, behind Yang Wancai, eighteen bookkeepers frantically knocked on the tools in their hands,

The sound of keyboards, the sound of beads, the stiff synthesizer of a computer, and even the sound of a coin scribbling on papyrus.

A series of data is being calculated like crazy.

"President, it's too much, if it goes on like this, we'll lose money."

The amount is too large, and the fundraising bet undoubtedly gives new hope to those postmen who want to gamble but do not have enough postage points.

How much you have in your hand to bet on.

If you win, you will double it anyway, and if you lose it, even if you lose, everyone is a grasshopper in a boat, and you are not the only one who drowns.

It is this kind of psychology that makes the mentality of many gamblers completely free.

It's totally a crazy bet at any cost.

Glancing at the just-refreshed number in his hand, a cold sweat broke out on Yang Wancai's forehead.

Careless!

Yang Wancai never dreamed that the gambling boom he had painstakingly managed was just because Hengzhi's words had become a poison that was difficult to swallow.

Obviously, no one should be underestimated, the Golden Postman.

They are too shrewd, and the methods they play with at this time have long become a joke of the past in their eyes.

Even piercing through one's own weaknesses at a glance,

You don't even need to do it, just a light sentence, and you can put yourself in a place of no return.

Seeing the cold sweat on Yang Wancai's forehead, the subordinates on the side couldn't help but say: "Otherwise, we will raise the threshold of one bet to 300!" ”

When the words fell, I saw Yang Wancai staring at him with the eyes of SB.

"Are you a pig brain? It's useless for you to raise the jamb, it will only strengthen their fundraising team, but we will lose more money, fool! ”

Yang Wancai's heart has begun to retreat.

I was extremely annoyed that I would nod my head and approve this gamble.

Once Zhao Ke fails, I am afraid that their hard-earned money will be spit out this time.

If this is the case, the task of 30 million postages set for him by the red mother-in-law will not be achieved.

At that time, whether his head can still be on his neck, Yang Wancai himself dare not guarantee.

The only thing that can be guaranteed is to shoot yourself in the head before the red granny makes a move.

In this way, at least he can die a happy death, instead of being like the previous president of the Chamber of Commerce, his head was put in that crystal box, and he was in pain.

"Raise!"

Thinking of this, Yang Wancai's eyes couldn't help but flash with a crazy light.

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive.

"Raise me!"

Yang Wancai's face turned back to his already frightened subordinates and said, "Plus, Lao Tzu bets with them." ”

As Yang Wancai's words fell.

There has been a new twist in ghost market gambling.

Zhao Ke's odds have increased.

It was only 1 to 3 before, but now it is a terrifying odds of 1 to 60 in a short eye.

In other words, as long as you put in a little postage, you are likely to get sixty times the reward.

Compared with the previous ten times that of Qiu Bailing, such odds have reached an unbelievable level.

"Shhh

Looking at this number, some people are moved.

It's just that I heard someone on the side sneer: "What about sixty times, I know that it is impossible to win, even if it is a hundred times, it is just a waste, Lao Tzu would rather only earn twice the postage points than throw the postage points into the water." ”

Listening to what the people around them said, the few people who were still excited became entangled for a while.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, but still chose to raise funds and bet on the body of Dajue Evil Thoughts.

Only a few people bet on Zhao Ke's body with the few postage points left in their hands.

Even if you know that you will lose, you will always have some illusions in your heart, after all, you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if.

"President, do you really want to gamble?"

Looking at the gambling contract written by Yang Wancai, several subordinates of the Chamber of Commerce looked at each other for a while.

How many industries does Yang Wancai, known as the God of Wealth, have?

This has always been a mystery.

Now that the mystery has been solved, it's a breath of gasp.

In addition to the pharmacy he started, there are also eighteen shops in the ghost market and shares of more than 60 stores.

Even to put it mildly, in the entire ghost market, except for the Red Smoke Pavilion, other shops are actually more or less transmitting wealth to Yang Wancai every month.

These industries cannot be realized, but they are real golden roosters that lay golden eggs.

Yang Wancai turned these golden chickens into a huge farm, with an immeasurable value.

This is not counting other family backgrounds, the messy things were directly packaged by Yang Wancai at the price of 100,000 postages and bet on Zhao Ke's body.

Yang Wancai bet all his whole body on Zhao Ke's body.

Once you lose, then the name of the God of Wealth will only be changed to a beggar.

But Yang Wancai didn't care, he knew that if he lost, these riches still had nothing to do with him.

Rather than that, it's better to take a gamble.

It's also a gamble on your own.

Thinking of this, Yang Wancai couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He knows Zhao Ke.

Even if they haven't been together for a long time, Yang Wancai knows very well that this guy's character is something he is not sure of, and he will never try it easily.

It's just that after all, the Heng One personally confirmed that the evil thoughts of the Great Awakening Monk were also at the level of pseudo-gold.

Zhao Ke wants to win, it's too difficult.

Thinking of this, Yang Wancai couldn't help but look up at the live broadcast screen in the sky above his head, and said silently in his heart: "Brother, if you die, I will be buried with you, whether you can live or not depends on you!" ”