"It has only happened in the last two days. I've just entered the initial stage of consciousness and am far from the real state. Ning Que didn't know the symbolic gold plate in the dice cup of the Star Picking Casino, and replied honestly. "I want to take advantage of this unknown opportunity to make some gold. While I can't do that right now, please still keep it a secret.

Mr. Qi's voice sharpened with annoyance. "You won more than 10,000 taels of silver from the star painting. How are we going to keep this a secret? Chang'an may be big, but there are not many people with a little maid with a tanned face. Anyone can find out if they have put some effort into it.

Ning Que smiled and said gently, "You are now one of the big bosses in Chang'an." It only takes a word from you and things will be beautiful again. Will Star Casino disobey your orders and continue to look for me?

Mr. Qi could not refuse his flattery. He frowned tightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's not difficult to conceal it, but what's the point of concealing the identity of an immortal cultivator?" Do you hope that this thing will explode and end up in court in order to gain some fame? If that's what you're going to do, I suggest you drop it. Chang'an is not a rural area, there are hundreds of cultivators here. You can't stand out. Why not confess to the lecturers at the academy and get something more practical?

Ning Que thought of the rumors that the academy might open the second floor next year. He also thought of General Xiahou, who was opening up the frontier in the distance at this moment. After a moment of silence, he replied, "That's because I know I'm too ordinary, so why should I let others know and cause trouble for myself?" When I am safer and more stable on this road, it will not be too late for others to know.

"You're not from the Ichthyosaurs. Do what you want. But now that we've met, there are a few other things that need to be worked out.

Mr. Qi stretched out a slender finger and pointed to the contract in front of him. "This is a copy of the transfer agreement that you need to sign. Once you do that, the gambling nest will be yours and I no longer need to waste energy thinking about it for you," he said.

Ning Que felt that this would not work. In order for the casino to run successfully, you need someone with some support to run it. He was still studying in the academy, and he couldn't imagine that Sang-sang would mind ten tables at the table in the dealer's robe. His eyes sparkled. He smiled pleadingly at the man and said, "Big brother, don't you spare some strength and continue to manage?" I don't really have the ability or the time to do that.

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After a heated discussion, Mr. Qi finally lost to Ning Que's flattery and shamelessness and agreed to his conditions. The casino will belong to Ning Que, but the Ichthyosaurus Gang will manage it. Ning Que didn't need to do anything, he only needed to receive dividends every month according to the provisions agreed in their agreement.

After the discussion, Ning Que didn't order dinner, nor did he ask a few girls to play together, but left the newest casino in Xicheng with Sang Sang. He hurried away, as if on the run. It wasn't until they arrived at Lin 47th Street that he realized he couldn't remember what his casino was called.

Sang Sang took out the thick pile of paper from the belt around his waist and laid it flat in the box. Her eyes wandered over the sparse bedroom, falling on the beams and rat holes of the roof, wondering where to put her money in the safest place. In the end, she stuck to their old ways, lifted the baseboard of the bed and tucked the box underneath.

She turned around and saw Ning Que staring blankly from her seat. There was a very complex and wonderful emotion on his face. He looked as if he was being beaten stupid by the rain of gold falling from the sky, but at the same time, it was as if the gold hit his head and hurt him so much that he wanted to cry.

"Young master, you're a little strange today." Sangsang looked at him curiously and asked, "When we left the casino, you looked really pitiful. Looks like you owe them a few hundred taels.

"Can I not look pathetic? I was completely embarrassed today. I've never done anything so stupid in my life. Ning Que replied angrily. Thinking of the pile of notes under the bed, the look of exasperation on his face was replaced by joy. "But if I can keep making that much money, I don't mind being stupid for the rest of my life," he continued.

After saying this, he wiped the smile from his face, and then motioned with his hand for Sangsang to sit on the stool in front of him. He said very seriously, "I think we need to have a family meeting".

Family meetings were the hardest thing he had ever experienced in his previous life. His subconscious must have been so traumatized that even if it was just the two of them, he continued to hold family meetings for the rest of his life. Whether they lived in Minshan or Weicheng, he often had them.

Sang Sang knew that the young master was going to talk nonsense. She handled it like a pro, retrieved her sewing kit, changed into a pair of comfortable slippers, and sat down on a stool in front of him, ready to listen respectfully to his lecture.

"Quotes from famous people hang on the windows of every dormitory at the college. Although I think the calligraphy is just average, the proverb is good.

Sangsang focuses on woven soles. She didn't look up when she heard this, but just sniffed lightly and motioned for the young master to continue. Ning Que shook his head at her. She was always like this when they had a family meeting, although he told her several times. There was nothing he could do but ignore her and continue his speech, hoping that his only audience wouldn't run away.

"There is a saying that a person's environment changes his temperament. A person's upbringing experiences can change his physique. What does that mean? It tells us that when you have two thousand silver stories, you can't be as stingy as you are when you have twenty silver stories. You can't eat leftovers..."

Hearing this, Sang Sang raised his head and looked at him with a dissatisfied face and a sad expression.

"Well, thrift is a virtue. But you have to think about it. We are not short of money now, more than 10,000 pieces of silver. The casino will send us dividends every month. We can't live like we did when we were poor, we shouldn't work so hard and do everything we can to make money.

Ning Que sighed regretfully, "In other words, scholars have to do academic things." A cultivator must do what a cultivator does. They must be self-restrained and sophisticated, and not think about relying on his skills to make money. It doesn't look good in the eyes of people. I've decided that I'm not going to cheat at the casino to win money. I'm afraid that if the instructors of the academy find out, I'm afraid they will be angry. I have also decided to remove all my writings from the store tomorrow. As for business, let's collect the writings of poor scholars and sell them for marginal profits.

Sangsang pulled the needle out of the sole of his shoe with a pull. She bit down on the rope, and it broke a little. She looked at Ning Que with a puzzled face. "You're not going to sell even one? Master, don't you think it's a bit like Sudden Wealth Syndrome?

Ning Que was taken aback by her words, coughed lightly, and said, "Your description is not very appropriate. It's not called get-rich-sudden-get-your-wake syndrome. It's more like having a cozy nest egg to feel comfortable with...... We can't show any sudden wealth syndrome, and the cozy nest eggs are not so comfortable. I think we should still hang up my calligraphy and sell it, but at a higher price so that they don't sell for less than a thousand pieces of gold.

Sang Sang thought that her young master's most expensive piece was only sold for twenty pieces of silver, and this was the only expensive one he had ever sold. They had prepared a feast to celebrate the deception of an idiot, and now he says he will not sell his calligraphy for less than a thousand pieces of gold. There may be a lot of stupid rich people in Chang'an, but are there so many idiots they deceive?

Ning Que smiled when he saw the thick doubt in the maid's dark eyes. "Remember, we're filthy rich now," he said. We don't need that kind of income. It's like spending a thousand pieces of gold to buy the carcass of a horse. It's just to get our name out there.

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Sangsang followed his instructions and took most of the calligraphy works from the old brush shop, and then bought a large pile of words from the fragrance workshop. When a customer wanted to buy Ning Que's writings, she would dutifully say that the master's writings were extremely precious and only sold for a thousand gold coins.

However, what happened after that was not exactly as Ning Que imagined. The reputation of the old brush shop did not rise, but the business deteriorated. They only receive sarcastic comments such as "Is the boss crazy because of poverty?"

Now the two of them are stinky and rich, and they have indeed developed a sudden wealth synthesizer. Even Sangsang is not so obsessed with the income from the store. Ning Que was busy studying in the academy, hoping to go up to the second floor and learn more about different magic.