After a cup of tea, Shunzi went upstairs and replaced Wanze behind Han Zhenhan, standing behind Han Zhenhan. Wanze left the private room and returned to Han Zhenhan's Tianzi suite.

The three of them didn't say anything during the whole process, and they tacitly made Qin Ming, who was sitting in the corner, stunned.

It was not until Wanze went out that Qin Ming noticed that this person was the little guard that Mr. Han pulled away last night. Thinking back to those crazy eyes last night, Qin Ming's little heart began to bump into the deer.

However, this young master Han didn't love his daughter, but he loved the pretty boy, and made Qin Ming secretly spit in his heart. However, his heart was confused at that moment, and he was in a hurry to adjust, which made the sound of the piano stop abruptly.

As soon as the piano stopped, the door of the private room was pushed open. The laughter of the artificial floor first came, and then the belly. Of course, Boss Tian came. When he entered the private room, Han Zhenhan didn't need to greet him. He turned himself across from Han Zhenhan.

"Sorry... Sorry, I've neglected Brother Han. Some small things have to be handled, but the servants are not doing it well. I have to go there myself and make Brother Han wait... Are you still accustomed to this song?"

"Everything is good, everything is good, Brother Tian has made money..."

Of course, Han Zhenhan could guess what Boss Tian was doing. He wanted to find someone to follow Shunzi? If you guys ask him to follow him, then Shunzi, the guard company commander, really doesn't have to do it.

"It's a bit boring to wait until midnight here, so why not let's go for a walk in the gambling session..."

"My brother also likes to play with both hands... It's easy to say, it's easy to say! The gambling block is not far ahead..."

As he spoke, Boss Tian stood up before he could even make a hot butt. Han Zhenhan followed him away from the table. Although he drank it for a long time, in fact, there was nothing good about Song Shi's wine, and it was sour and rich.

The two left the Moon Tower and followed a servant behind each. Before they could walk far, Han Zhenhan heard Boss Bai's voice coming from behind. It turned out that when Han Zhenhan and others went downstairs, Boss Bai heard it. It was boring to stay in the room and naturally he wanted to follow him.

The five people arrived at the door of the gambling stall with the most crowded population. In fact, they did not allow the gambling stalls in the Southern Song Dynasty. Not to mention opening a gambling hall, even if they set up gambling, they would be sentenced to severely. The light punishment was to stab the face and exile, and the worst was to behead the head and show their lives to the public. However, the Song people like gambling, but it has been passed down for thousands of years.

In fact, the people of the Song Dynasty like gambling, rather than saying that the scholars and officials in the Southern Song Dynasty like gambling, they can be said to be fond of gambling. Moreover, the gambling methods are full of ways, and only those who can make a prediction of victory or defeat can become gambling. However, under the slogan of high reading, the preferences of scholars and officials and the preferences of scholars and poets have become the weather vane for the people.

Jia Sidao, the cricket prime minister who is powerful in the court, is the leader among them. Legend has it that his official position in the prime minister was favored by the palace because of his good fighting skills.

Han Zhenhan and others entered the gambling stall under the guidance of Boss Tian. When they saw two big men wearing big red robes, they immediately greeted each other and nodded and greeted him.

"Mr. Tian, ​​please be with me."

The square-faced man outside the door enjoyed his respect for Boss Tian. He reached out and handed over a stack of copper coins. He stretched out his hand and left his fingers and held two coins. The remaining ten coins were handed to the square-faced man.

The strong man with square face quickly held it with both hands and shouted thank you in his mouth. He had a humble smile on his face.

"No need...No need, I have an outsider, so I come here to play with it, so I don't have to bother the Jinfang Master."

Boss Tian said something, but the strong man still faced Tian happily. Han and others entered the gambling house and ran from the side to the backyard.

The gambling house is crowded with people, so it’s good that no one smokes here, so it doesn’t look like a mess. However, with too many people in the room, it naturally tastes bad.

The room stand is very high, four or five meters tall. The hall is full of lanterns, and there are bronze mirrors at the four corners to enhance light. There are more than a dozen tables placed in the hall. Various shouts are heard from the tabletops everywhere.

Of course, Han Zhenhan is not unfamiliar with gambling. If there are places where wealth is concentrated, this kind of exciting game will naturally appear. Han Zhenhan has lived in a place where wealth is concentrated since he was a child. He has seen big gambling and small gambling. Han Zhenhan learned how to play mahjong at the age of six. During his study in the United States, he even saw more ways to play on Wall Street.

However, the gambling method of the Song Dynasty opened Han Zhenhan's eyes. He could really play anything. There were people playing chess on the quiet table. There were many people around him, but there was really no real gentleman in the market who watched chess without saying anything. He was so anxious that he could jump up and play for others.

There was also a table surrounded by more people on the side of the table. There were many characters written on the cloth on the table, and they were written on the left and right sides, with one single character and one double character. There were specific numbers below in traditional Chinese characters, and the same thing was written on the right, but the characters were written on the left and the curtains were written on the right. There were scattered silver liang on the grid, and there were hanging copper coins.

In the middle was a dealer standing with a white hat on his head and shaking the jar in his hand. He was shouting clichés in his mouth, which was no different from what Han Zhenhan saw afterwards.

"Come on... Come on... Come on... Buy on, keep your money going, you'll be lucky, you'll be fine, don't add money, don't get rid of your hand. You'll have a fortune every day... open."

As he said that, he turned the jar in his hand upside down. After holding off the jar, everyone around the table stared at the jar pressing in the dealer's hand as if he had been sucked away by the jar.

"Open...Open...Open...Open...Open"

“Single, single, single, single…!!”

“Fifteen, fifteen, fifteen…!”

As the dealer lifted the jar in his hand, a pile of copper coins appeared in front of Han Zhenhan. After a rough look at Han Zhenhan, he understood that this was betting on the number of subtitles in this jar, and there should be a fixed number of copper coins in this jar.

After pouring out, you can tell the amount and the more accurate the guess, the higher the multiple. In other words, if you guess the subtitles, you will still spend the money in the two big grids of the closest subtitles to the dealer. Of course, this probability is 50 or 5 points, so the odds will naturally be low. If you guess correctly, it is only one to one odds.

The more you look down, the higher the odds. When you guess the specific number, it is the odds of 20.

After one game, the number of words was too high and the money was won, but no one guessed the extra number was double. There was only a black-faced man with his head wrapped around his head and a bun with a hair bun. He grinned and took back the principal and bonus. His fingers filled with black mud counted the copper coins in his hand. It looked like there were only a few fifty pieces.

Before he counted, the jar shook again, and the dealer's unique and sharp voice seemed to be in line with the sound of colliding in the jar. The black-faced man who had just won the money seemed to be injected with blood, staring at the jar and slapped the money in his hand on the table again.
Chapter completed!