Chapter 62: What Gambling God Means, This Is What Gambling God Means!

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Volume One: Entering a New World

Initially, the gamblers wanted to see Zu An frustrated, but upon realizing there might be a bigger scandal, everyone became agitated, their eyes red with excitement as they urged him on.

After a few subtle nudges from his disciple, Plum Blossom Seven finally snapped back to reality. He swallowed hard, filled with regret. Why had he been so greedy, insisting on a 'leopard' (all three dice showing the same number) to win both big and small bets? If he had just rolled for a point and compared it, he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

He could already envision his miserable fate. Seven and a half million taels of silver—even if they sold all of Plum Blossom Gang's assets and every member resorted to prostitution, they still couldn't raise that much money.

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

Considering his dire predicament, he steeled himself and secretly reached under the table to a mechanism that could change the dice's numbers.

At this point, he could only risk it, hoping Chu Chuyan wouldn't discover his cheating.

Unfortunately, he couldn't imagine how powerful a fifth-rank cultivator was. The moment his hand moved, he felt a wave of white frost engulf it, freezing it solid, making it impossible to move even an inch.

“What, planning to cheat?” Chu Chuyan had been watching closely, especially since her efforts contributed to this bet. How could she let someone ruin it so easily?

Zu An sighed, “I told you not to cheat, but you wouldn’t listen. Here, you open it.” He casually pointed to the disciple beside Plum Blossom Seven.

“Open! Open! Open!”

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

Plum Blossom Seven grew anxious. He was about to speak but felt an overwhelming pressure envelop him, rendering him speechless.

The chosen disciple swallowed hard, then tremblingly lifted the dice cup. Three bright red 'ones' faced upwards, and everyone erupted!

Even Chu Chuyan's breathing quickened:

One hundred and fifty to one odds, a total of seven and a half million taels—what an astronomical sum!

Although the Chu clan was said to be as rich as a nation, with their salt and weapon businesses earning vast sums daily, their annual profits were nowhere near this amount.

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

Zu An, grinning, looked at Plum Blossom Seven: “Thanks a lot. If you hadn't specifically stopped me earlier, I might have only won fifty thousand taels today. Now I’ve won seven and a half million taels! Your words truly brought good fortune. Here’s ten taels of silver for tea, to thank you for your auspicious words.”

Hearing his words, Plum Blossom Seven recalled how he had indeed desperately tried to keep Zu An there. It was as if he had eagerly paved the way for his own ruin.

The ten taels of silver shimmered faintly, as if mocking him. He could no longer hold it in; a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he collapsed stiffly.

Rage from Plum Blossom Seven: 1024!

Zu An immediately looked displeased: “Hey, don’t think you can escape by fainting! Someone, pay me the money.”

Back then, Chen Daozai could win 27 million with 20 units of currency. Today, I, Zu An, can win 7.5 million taels with 1000 taels. Converted to RMB, that’s 13.5 billion yuan. What's a God of Gamblers? This is a God of Gamblers!

Meanwhile, at the Plum Blossom Gang's main headquarters, Mei Chaofeng was smiling as he spoke: “I assure you, Miss Qiao, you really don’t need to worry. Once that good-for-nothing enters the Silver Hook Gambling House, even a tiger must lie down, and a dragon must coil. What’s more, he's a notorious wastrel. If he loses a hundred thousand or eighty thousand taels, I'm sure the Chu clan won't tolerate him any longer.”

Xue'er nodded. “That's right. The Chu clan has very strict family rules, and Mrs. Chu has always been dissatisfied with this useless son-in-law. Forget one hundred or eighty thousand; if he even loses ten or eight thousand, Mrs. Chu will likely kick him out.”

“The only problem now is that Miss Chu is by his side; she might not stand by and watch him lose so much. So, Miss Qiao, why don't you go find a way to distract her? That way, my brothers in the gambling house can deal with him more easily,” Mei Chaofeng said.

Xue'er shook her head. “No, Miss Chu seems to be getting suspicious of me. If I try to distract her now, my identity will surely be exposed. We can't be penny wise and pound foolish.”

Mei Chaofeng laughed heartily. “True, with you watching over Miss Chu, preventing other men from touching her, our master can truly be at ease.”

Xue'er's expression turned cold. “It’s best not to gossip about our master behind his back.”

“I was just joking,” Mei Chaofeng chuckled, but inwardly he fumed. *You're just a maid, putting on airs because of the master's favor. Hmph, someday I’ll make the master give you to me, and then you’ll learn what happens when you offend me.*

Xue'er stood up, looking towards the distant gambling house. Recalling the squabbles she’d had with Zu An over the past few days, a hint of worry appeared on her small face: “But why do I have such a bad feeling?”

“You worry too much. A good-for-nothing will never amount to anything,” Mei Chaofeng said dismissively. *Women are always so prone to worrying.* “If I'm not mistaken, good news should arrive very soon.”

No sooner had he spoken than hurried footsteps approached. A gang member rushed in to report: “Leader, leader, something bad has happened! Something bad!”

Mei Chaofeng's face darkened. “Who said something bad? Slap yourself!”

The gang member froze, but Mei Chaofeng's authority was too great. Without arguing, he knelt down and slapped himself several times, hard.

Mei Chaofeng slowly picked up his teacup and gently blew on it. “Remember, don’t be so impulsive when you do things in the future.”

“Yes,” the gang member replied, feeling wronged but not daring to offer any explanation while kneeling on the ground.

Mei Chaofeng nodded with satisfaction. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

The gang member then reported: “We lost fifty thousand taels.”

“Fifty thousand?” Mei Chaofeng burst out laughing. Although it wasn't as much as he'd imagined, Plum Blossom Seven had still done an excellent job, especially managing it right under Miss Chu’s nose. “In any case, fifty thousand taels of silver is certainly enough for the Chu clan to kick Zu out.”

Xue'er, standing nearby, also showed a faint smile. Fifty thousand taels was more than enough; with a little more fanning the flames, given Madam Chu's temper, she definitely wouldn't tolerate that fellow.

Seeing that the two had misunderstood him, the gang member grew anxious: “Leader, *we* lost fifty thousand taels!”

“What?” Mei Chaofeng's smile vanished. He abruptly turned around, his eyes somewhat murderous. “What did you say?”

The gang member could only steel himself and repeat: “The Silver Hook Gambling House lost fifty thousand taels to the Chu clan’s son-in-law.”

The teacup in Mei Chaofeng’s hand shattered as he erupted in fury. “What was Plum Blossom Seven doing? How could he let that good-for-nothing win so much money! Even a pig at the gambling table, losing every single hand, wouldn’t lose fifty thousand taels this quickly!”

“Actually, it was all lost in just one hand,” the gang member replied.

“One hand?” Mei Chaofeng was stunned. He quickly pressed for details, and the subordinate hurriedly recounted everything he knew.

After listening, Mei Chaofeng fell silent. His expression visibly softened. He waved his hand, dismissing his subordinate, then calmly sat back in his chair and resumed sipping his tea.

Seeing his nonchalance, Xue'er finally couldn't hold back. She came forward and said, “Why aren’t you going to check? You’ve already lost fifty thousand taels!”

“No rush,” Mei Chaofeng said calmly. “Miss Qiao, please don't be impatient.”

Xue'er said coldly, “How can I not be anxious? If you ruin our master’s important plans, you won't be able to bear the consequences!”

Mei Chaofeng fumed inwardly, but patiently explained: “If the gambling house had lost fifty thousand taels after many rounds, that would indicate a definite problem. But as you heard him say, it was just one hand. Zu An merely got lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.”

“One hand is a fluke, but if he gambles a few more times, the element of chance will be minimized. Don’t worry, Plum Blossom Seven will quickly win the money back, and even make him owe us more.”

Xue'er frowned. “What if Zu An stops gambling?”

Mei Chaofeng laughed heartily. “I’ve seen too many people like him over the years—they're just lowlifes gloating over a stroke of luck. They never know when to quit. Besides, Plum Blossom Seven is there overseeing things. Even if the opponent truly wants to stop gambling, he’ll find a way to pull him back. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be Plum Blossom Seven.”

“You trust this Plum Blossom Seven very much?” Xue'er asked.

“Of course. He’s my most trusted confidant, the best gambler under my command, and the most reliable man,” Mei Chaofeng said with a hint of pride. “I’ve cultivated quite a few talented individuals over the years. Just watch, it won’t be long before we get good news.”

Just then, hurried footsteps approached. Mei Chaofeng pointed to the door and laughed heartily. “What did I just say? Here it comes so soon.”

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

Soon, a gang disciple, pale-faced and stumbling, rushed in. “Rep… report… We lost… lost seven and a half million taels!”

Mei Chaofeng’s expression immediately turned grim. “How have I been teaching you usually? You people have no memory at all, always so hasty…”

He suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and his voice immediately rose: “Huh, how much did you just say?”

“Se… seven and a half million taels of silver,” the disciple replied, trembling.

Mei Chaofeng instantly became overjoyed. “Hahaha, seven and a half million taels of silver! That kid is dead for sure. Even if the entire Chu clan were sold off, they might not be able to produce that much money!” No wonder the disciple was so nervous; he had already forgiven his subordinate’s impetuousness. Even he felt his breath quicken upon hearing that number.

Xue'er was also shocked. “That fellow actually lost seven and a half million taels?” She couldn't imagine how anyone could lose so much in such a short time.

At the same time, she felt completely relieved. While there might have been a slim chance the Chu clan would cover a loss of a few tens of thousands of taels for him, seven and a half million taels was absolutely out of the question for them. Even if they combined the assets of the Chu clan with the extremely wealthy merchants Yuan, Zheng, and Wang from Bright Moon City, they still might not be able to raise that much liquid capital.

Mei Chaofeng poured a cup of wine and handed it to Xue'er. “Miss Qiao, your mission is complete. I wish you a swift return to our master’s side.”

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