He did as he fancied.
He was arrogant.
He was used to having his way, because he was rich.
Young Master Zhao flicked the white paper fan on his hand lightly.
"The young master said it. Reward!"
An elder with a gray beard beside him announced it loudly again, repeating what Young Master Zhao had said.
The young man then fished out a good number of white Spiritual Stones from a pocket and tossed them out to the crowd that had formed around him.
There were dozens of stones being given out.
That man was a spendthrift, without a doubt. And furthermore, he was a spendthrift from a very rich family.
"Thank you, Young Master Zhao."
"You are indeed generous, Young Master Zhao."
The gamblers around him thanked him as they fought each other for the Spiritual Stones being dropped to the floor.
"Hahahaha..."
