Zhong Wentao muttered, "My money is not for placing the bet in the first round…"
The receptionist looked at Zhong Wentao indifferently and said, "Our bet starts with ¥200,000."
What the receptionist meant was that the ¥180,000 was already considered a pass. So either Zhong Wentao kept his mouth shut or admitted defeat.
Zhong Wentao gulped and retracted his gaze. He felt very uncomfortable. His family was not very rich. The ¥180,000 was his savings that he had saved for a long time. In the end, he lost it here. He was unable to accept the truth at the moment.
However, Zhong Wentao did not think that he would lose. At most, he would win it back later!
Zhong Wentao picked up the dice cup and shook it again. He said, "Guess!"
Rong Qi replied, "Three points, small." She was still smiling and relaxed.
Zhong Wentao could not laugh anymore. He opened his dice, and sure enough, there were two dice stacked together, all with one point up.
