Ji Zhao was very generous. Even after losing three rounds in a row, she did not even frown.
By the fifth inning, her luck had started to change.
As she continued to win, the chips in her hands increased. In the end, she successfully reached the sixth level.
The manager of Qinhuai Tower, Madam Lou, who was known as a flower in her middle years, swayed her slender waist and gracefully walked in front of Ji Zhao. She winked at Ji Zhao. "May I know your name, Young Master? Which girl are you visiting Qinhuai Tower for today?"
"Mother Lou, are you asking the obvious?" Ji Zhao chuckled. The emotions in his words were unfathomable. "I came all the way to Qinhuai Tower to catch a glimpse of Lady Liu's charm. Mother Lou, don't tell me you don't even have this bit of judgment?"
Ji Zhao smiled and boldly picked up a stack of banknotes and handed it to Mother Lou.
At a rough estimate, it was at least 10,000 taels.
