Chapter 63: What It Means to Be a Gambling God

The gamblers initially wanted to see Zu An humbled, but once they realized there might be something even more exciting, everyone became agitated, their eyes red with anticipation, urging them on.

Pushed gently a few times by his disciple, Plum Blossom Seven finally snapped back to reality. He swallowed with difficulty, filled with deep regret. Why had he been so greedy just now, insisting on a bet that aimed for a clean sweep? If he had simply rolled the dice and compared numbers with Zu An, he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

He could already foresee his terrible fate. 7.5 million silver taels! Even if the entire Plum Blossom Gang's assets were sold off, and all their members resorted to prostitution, they still wouldn't be able to raise that much silver.

The gang leader would surely chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs.

Thinking of that tragic end, he hardened his heart and secretly extended his hand under the table. There was a mechanism there; pressing it could change the dice points inside the cup.

At this point, he could only risk it and gamble that Chu Chuyan wouldn't discover him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even begin to imagine how powerful a fifth-rank cultivator was. The moment his hand moved, he felt a surge of white frosty qi sweep up, and his entire hand froze. He couldn't move it even an inch.

"What, are you planning to cheat?" Chu Chuyan had been watching closely. Especially since her contribution was involved in this bet, how could she let someone easily ruin it?

Zu An sighed, "I told you not to cheat, but you just wouldn't listen. Here, you open it." He casually pointed at the disciple standing next to Plum Blossom Seven.

"Open! Open! Open!"

The surrounding gamblers' eyes were all red. Would they witness a miracle today?

Plum Blossom Seven grew anxious. Just as he was about to speak, he felt enveloped by an oppressive aura and couldn't utter a word.

The chosen disciple swallowed and tremblingly lifted the dice cup. Three bright red ones were facing up, and everyone erupted in excitement!

Even Chu Chuyan's breathing became a little rapid:

A payout of one hundred and fifty times, totaling 7.5 million taels! What an astronomical figure!

Although their Chu family was said to be as rich as a nation, with their salt and weapons businesses bringing in a fortune daily, their annual profit was still nowhere near this amount.

Let alone a year, even three years' worth of profit might not amount to this much!

Zu An, meanwhile, grinned at Plum Blossom Seven. "Thank you," he said. "If you hadn't specifically stopped me just now, I might have only won 50,000 taels today. Now I've actually won 7.5 million taels! Your words truly have a blessed power. Here are ten taels of silver for tea, thank you for your auspicious words."

Hearing these words, Plum Blossom Seven recalled that he had indeed desperately tried to keep Zu An there. He had practically handed the victory over on a silver platter.

The ten taels of silver reflected a faint light, as if mocking him. He could no longer hold back; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell straight backward.

Rage points from Plum Blossom Seven +1024!

Zu An immediately looked displeased. "Hey, don't think you can get away by fainting!" he said. "Someone, settle my winnings, please."

Back then, Chen Daozai could win 27 million with 20 units of currency. Today, I, Zu An, can win 7.5 million taels with 1,000 taels, which converts to 13.5 billion RMB. What defines a God of Gamblers? This defines a God of Gamblers!

Meanwhile, at the Plum Blossom Gang's main headquarters, Mei Chaofeng was saying with a smile, "Miss Qiao, you really don't need to worry. Once that good-for-nothing enters the Silver Hook Casino, even a tiger must behave, and a dragon must submit. Let alone a notorious good-for-nothing like him. When he loses tens of thousands of taels, I imagine the Chu family won't tolerate him anymore."

Xue'er nodded. "That's right," she said. "The Chu family has very strict household rules. What's more, Madam Chu has always been displeased with this good-for-nothing son-in-law. Forget tens of thousands; even if he loses a few thousand, Madam Chu will probably kick him out."

"The only trouble now is that Miss Chu is by his side; she might not just stand by and watch him lose so much," Mei Chaofeng said. "So, Miss Qiao, why don't you go find a way to lure her away? Then my brothers in the casino can deal with him."

Xue'er shook her head. "No," she said. "Miss Chu seems to be getting suspicious of me. If I try to lure her away now, my identity will definitely be exposed. We mustn't sacrifice the greater good for a minor advantage."

Mei Chaofeng laughed. "You're right," he said. "With you watching over Miss Chu and preventing other men from laying hands on her, I suppose our young master can truly rest assured."

Xue'er's expression turned cold. "It's best not to discuss the young master's affairs behind his back," she said.

"I was just joking," Mei Chaofeng chuckled awkwardly. But inwardly, he was annoyed. *You're just a maid, lording it over everyone because of the young master's favor,* he thought. *Hmph, sooner or later, I'll have the young master bestow you upon me. Then you'll know the consequences of offending me.*

Xue'er stood up and looked towards the distant casino. Recalling the bickering she'd had with Zu An these past few days, a trace of worry appeared on her small face. "But why do I keep having a bad feeling?" she murmured.

"You worry too much. That good-for-nothing will never amount to anything," Mei Chaofeng said dismissively. *Women are always so prone to worrying,* he thought. "If I'm not mistaken, we'll receive good news very soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps approached. A gang member rushed in to report, "Leader, Leader, this is bad, this is bad!"

Mei Chaofeng's face darkened. "Who is 'bad'?" he snapped. "Slap yourself!"

The gang member was startled, but Mei Chaofeng's authority was too great. He didn't dare argue and knelt down, slapping himself hard several times.

Mei Chaofeng calmly picked up his teacup and gently blew on it. "Remember," he said, "don't be so hasty when you do things from now on."

"Yes~" The gang member felt a little wronged, but kneeling on the ground, he dared not offer any explanation.

Mei Chaofeng then nodded with satisfaction. "Speak. What is it?"

Only then did the gang member report, "We lost 50,000 taels."

"Fifty thousand?" Mei Chaofeng chuckled. Although it wasn't as much as he had imagined, Plum Blossom Seven had still completed this task admirably, as he had done it right under Miss Chu's nose. "Anyway, 50,000 taels is definitely enough to make the Chu family kick out that Zu fellow."

Xue'er, who was standing by, also showed a hint of a smile. 50,000 taels was already a significant amount; if she added fuel to the fire, given Madam's temper, she certainly wouldn't tolerate that guy anymore.

Seeing that they had misunderstood him, the gang member grew anxious. "Leader," he blurted out, "*we* lost 50,000 taels!"

"Huh?" Mei Chaofeng's smile abruptly vanished. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes murderous. "What did you say?"

The gang member could only steel himself and repeat, "It's the Silver Hook Casino that lost 50,000 taels to the Chu family's son-in-law."

Bang!

The teacup in his hand shattered. Mei Chaofeng was furious. "What was Plum Blossom Seven doing, letting that good-for-nothing win so much money!" he roared. "Even a pig at the gambling table, losing every round, wouldn't lose 50,000 taels so quickly!"

"Actually, it was all in one round," the gang member replied.

"One round?" Mei Chaofeng was stunned. He hastily pressed for details, and his subordinate quickly recounted everything he knew.

After listening, Mei Chaofeng fell silent. His expression clearly softened a bit. He waved his hand, telling his subordinate to leave first, then leisurely sat back in his chair and began to sip his tea again.

Seeing him remain indifferent, Xue'er finally couldn't hold back and came forward, saying, "Why aren't you going to check it out? You've already lost 50,000 taels!"

"No hurry," Mei Chaofeng said calmly. "Miss Qiao, please calm down."

Xue'er said coldly, "How can I not be anxious? If you ruin the young master's important plan, you won't be able to bear the responsibility!"

Mei Chaofeng was secretly annoyed, but he patiently explained, "If the casino had lost 50,000 taels over many rounds, then it would definitely mean something was wrong. But you heard what he just said: it was only one round. That Zu An fellow just got lucky."

"There's a randomness to a single round, but with several more rounds, the randomness will be minimized," Mei Chaofeng continued. "Don't worry, Plum Blossom Seven will quickly win the money back and even make him owe us a debt."

Xue'er frowned. "What if Zu An stops gambling?" she asked.

Mei Chaofeng laughed. "I've seen too many people like him over the years," he said. "They're completely like arrogant upstarts; they never know when to quit. Besides, Plum Blossom Seven is still there in charge. Even if the other party really doesn't want to gamble anymore, he has ways to drag them back. Otherwise, he wouldn't be Plum Blossom Seven."

"You trust this Plum Blossom Seven a lot?" Xue'er asked.

"Of course, he's my most trusted confidant, the best gambler under my command, and the most reliable person," Mei Chaofeng said with a hint of smugness. "I've cultivated quite a few talents under my command over the years. Just you wait, it won't be long before we get good news."

Just then, hurried footsteps approached. Mei Chaofeng pointed at the door and laughed heartily. "What did I just say? Here it comes so quickly."

A smile gradually appeared on Xue'er's face too. It seemed the Plum Blossom Gang was quite efficient.

Soon, a gang disciple, pale-faced, stumbled in, panting, "Re... report... We lost... lost 7.5 million taels!"

Mei Chaofeng's face immediately darkened. "How have I usually taught you?" he began, "You people have no memory at all, always so careless..."

He suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and his voice suddenly rose. "Huh? How much did you just say?"

"7... 7.5 million silver taels," the disciple answered tremblingly.

Mei Chaofeng was instantly overjoyed. "Hahaha, 7.5 million silver taels! That brat is doomed! Even if the entire Chu family's assets were sold, they might not be able to raise that much money!" No wonder the disciple was so nervous. He had already forgiven his subordinate's impulsiveness; even he felt his breathing quicken when he heard that number.

Xue'er was also shocked. "That guy actually lost 7.5 million taels?" she exclaimed. She couldn't imagine how one person could lose so much in such a short time.

At the same time, she completely relaxed. While there was a minuscule chance the Chu family might cover a loss of a few tens of thousands of taels for him, 7.5 million taels was absolutely impossible for them to deal with. Let alone the Chu family alone, even if they added the extremely wealthy merchants Yuan, Zheng, and Wang from Bright Moon City, they might not be able to come up with that much liquid capital.

Mei Chaofeng poured a cup of wine and handed it to Xue'er. "Miss Qiao," he said, "your mission is successfully completed. I wish you a swift return to the young master's side."