Chapter 524 Is This a Pig's Trotter?

"Little brother, don't shake it, your mother told you to go home for dinner."

As he said that, he reached out his hand to get the two hundred thousand taels of silver notes on the table.

Who knows, before he came to remember to move, Qian Duoduo immediately stretched out a hand, stopped him from taking the money, and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. It’s not too late to open the sieve cup.”

With that said, Qian Duoduo picked up the sieve cup on the table with his other hand, shook it three times, and then put it on the table.

Her hands are small and delicate, and there is a clear contrast between the tender white skin and the large and dark sieve cup.

But the quick and clean movements made people feel excited.

When she opened the sieve cup, everyone gasped, their eyes widened, they couldn't believe it!

Three at six! Up to eighteen o'clock! And it's a leopard!

In China for five thousand years, gambling technology is extensive and profound, and has a long history. She is just playing a game like a drop in the bucket. Does it need to be so dumbfounded?

But the underground casino is really a good place to make money quickly and get rich.

He easily earned this Helan's one hundred thousand taels of silver note, plus some loose change he earned just now, and the one hundred thousand from the casino owner.

With nothing but a white wolf, she already has a net income of 250,000 yuan.

In this way, together with my original bank notes, it is enough to bid with those rich men!

"Hahaha, Xiao Ruo, take the banknotes, my mother told me to go home for dinner." Qian Duoduo imitated He Lan's tone just now, with crooked eyebrows and smiling like a little fox.

Xiao Ruo nodded, and quickly collected the bank notes, her two little hands seemed to be in a hurry.

"Stop! You are not allowed to go!"

Qian Duoduo, who made a lot of money, was about to turn around and leave with Xiao Ruo, when Mr. He Lan's voice came from behind.

Qian Duoduo stopped in her tracks, and said half-jokingly: "Why, Mr. Helan still wants to invite me to dinner and worship me as a teacher?"

These words made the people around them burst into laughter.

Looking at Mr. Helan again, the face that was originally a little proud was already full of shame and anger.

"I want to gamble with you!"

The money is small, but the integrity is big. No matter what he says, Holland can be regarded as the undefeated God of Gamblers in this casino. How could he be given a bad reputation by a little-known brat?

Qian Duoduo's beautiful willow eyebrows raised slightly: "Bet with me? Do you still have money?"

Young Master He Lan lifted his robe, slammed one leg onto the chair, and patted his thigh heroically: "Master, I'll bet with you with this leg!"

With a sound of "Pfft—", Qian Duoduo laughed.

Randomly picked up a small stick, reached out and poked Mr. Helan's calf: "Tsk tsk, it's quite interesting, evenly fat and thin, not oily or greasy-but Mr. Helan, are you sure you are just a pig's trotter, can you Sell ​​silver?"

Mr. Helan's face turned blue from the ridicule, he gritted his teeth, and waved his arms at the people behind him.

In an instant, several rogue-like Lianjiazi appeared and surrounded Qian Duoduo.

"Boy, are you tired of living, aren't you? How dare you offend our young master, do you know that our young master is the direct son of General He Lan, if you offend him, I will let you go around without food." The thug made a threat.

Yo, you went to a gambling house and found out a second-generation official with such a prominent status?

Dominating the king here, working as a minion for a tiger?