Chapter 76

Yan Qiqi didn't feel that this sentence really ran her, "I have money all over the world. I just gave the waiter a few silver coins, and he told me all the most interesting places in the town."

There are also a set of crooked theories.

Today's Huakui banquet is very fair.

As long as you want to bid, you can go. Even in a place not far from them, someone put up a bet. Who wants to bet and win.

Men are naturally interested in gambling. They also think that even if they can't fight at the Huakui banquet later, if they can bet on the right treasure, they can make some small money.

For a time, there was noise on both sides, and the shouting was higher than the waves, which was very lively.

Yan Qiqi has only been to the United States once in modern times. In the Las Vegas Casino, she has seen with her own eyes that those gamblers really won the full house with small gambling. Now the gambling posture in the brothel is also very fierce. The silver tickets are stacked high, and the dealer's eyes are going to laugh.

Yan Qiqi also pushed over and looked. A man next to her saw that she was very well dressed, so he began to advise her, "young master, do you have a crush on that girl? Shall I introduce you? I have inside information... "

Yan Qiqi raised his eyebrows slightly, "inside information? Do you mean that the selection of Huakui can still be operated in a dark box? "

The man hissed at Yan Qiqi as if he was afraid of being heard, "keep your voice down, there are so many people here, don't let it slip..."

She felt a little funny and looked around the crowded gambling stalls: "I'm afraid so many people here have heard your inside information?"

This person is the same as the charge officials who pull people in modern casinos. They say they have inside information. As a result, the people who often lose the worst are those who believed in inside information at the beginning.

Lie to the ghost!

"Don't believe me, childe. I'm right. Childe song will win the top today. If you bet him 1000 Liang, you'll get 5000 Liang in return!" The man is pushing hard.

Yan Qiqi looked along his finger. Sure enough, there was a tag with the most words "Zheng" behind the name.

"Song Tianbao?" Yan Qiqi unconsciously read out his name.

Then a noise rang out, "young master song is coming, come on!"

"Get out of the way, Mr. Song has arrived. Do you have eyes?"

A few abrupt shouts instantly made all eyes in the hall focus on the door.

You are wearing a long blue shirt. Your face is not handsome, but you can still see it. Your childe was hugged in front of and behind.

When he approached Yan Qiqi, he found that he was not walking at all, but was pushed in on a wooden chair similar to a modern wheelchair!

Is he disabled?

Before the end of an idea, the childe named song Tianbao stood up from his chair, slapped his hands, and the noisy hall was quiet.

"I'm happy today. All the drinks for the guests today are free of charge. They all depend on my son's name. Just drink as much as you like!"

Tut Tut, it was really a big deal. Yan Qiqi didn't expect that he was lucky today. He met the local rich man as soon as he came.

"Young master song is really rich!" She winked at Yun Xian. After a party, the cost of drinks will not be less than 10000 Liang. It seems a lot here, but it really doesn't seem to be anything in her and Yun Xian's eyes.

In particular, the cloud childe beside her has an invincible wealth. Half of the businesses in Dayan are under the name of the cloud family. He is the real golden Buddha and mobile ATM!

Yun Xian didn't answer. Instead, the person who had been persuading them to bet just now was still selling endlessly with a big yellow tooth. "Have you seen the local tyrants of Prince song? Listen to me. Everyone here is not the opponent of Mr. Song. Make a bet quickly. You can't buy it later! "

As if to verify the credibility of what he said, there were twos and threes of people coming, all of whom had to bet on Prince song to win. In a moment, the odds reached an amazing one to eight.

"Why don't we make two bets?" Yun Xian suddenly spoke.

Yan Qiqi was startled, "young master Yun, can't you see that you also like to take advantage of others? But my father taught me since childhood that there is no free lunch in the world. The odds of this son of song are so high. If you want to buy it, I suggest you buy the son of Ming. "

Speaking of this, her eyes took a look at the hangtag of master Ming. Her eyes suddenly widened. Mingcanan? It can't be true? A voice unconsciously sounded in my heart, "remember, my name is mingcanaan."

Mincanan?

How could she think of him for no reason?

She hasn't seen him since she was put into the prison of Hanyang County by Yun Xianji last time. I don't know if he will continue to pretend to be a beggar to cheat people's money.

Looking at the hanging tag in front of him, the salesman snorted, "you want to buy young master Ming? Then you might as well buy me directly. Young master Ming has no money as young master song! "

"Who is this young master Ming?" Yan Qiqi couldn't believe that the name on the tag was the same as the person in his memory.

The yellow tooth looked at her, "are you from other places? Don't you know Mr. Ming? He is the only son of general Ming! Just... "Yun Xian looked at his gesture asking for money and directly handed him a silver spindle," continue. "

Huang Yazui, who got the reward, smiled almost askew to his temple. "It's just that after general Ming's former wife died of illness, he moved out. It's hard to find a trace. He's either drinking or having fun all day. General Ming doesn't care. Of course, with the name of the general's legitimate son, he's not far away. He still lives at ease."

So, Ming Changhuan has a brother?

Is the wife of general Ming's death too miserable? The front foot just left, the back foot daughter was framed, and the son had a home and couldn't go back“ Well... Let's bet that the young master Ming can win. "

Huang Ya didn't expect Yan Qiqi to be so determined. He had already said that, and she still insisted.

"Well, don't come to me and cry!" Huang Ya covered the paper with red mud representing the son of Ming Dynasty and handed it to Yan Qiqi.