As soon as Lin Luhong finished speaking, many people burst into laughter, and some even loudly agreed, "Lin is right!"
"Lin is a generous man, we can't let Zheng Ming pay silver again and mimic a horse's whinny. How about this ten thousand taels of silver, it's just our admission fee for the show. As long it sounds good, it's worth the ticket price," someone suggested.
Zheng Ming paid no mind to those stoking the flames. He handed over the silver note and took three betting slips directly from the honest man's hands.
Then, he said to Zheng Jingren and Zheng Heng, "If you're not sure what to choose, just ask me."
Just as Zheng Ming was speaking, a thunderous rumble approached from afar. Accompanied by this sound, dust clouds rose from the distance, enveloping countless steeds in their midst!
