"Let's begin," Tong Sanlang looked toward Wu Yancai.
He was now gambling with Wu Yancai; all the other sons of aristocratic families had stepped down, leaving only the two of them.
Wu Yancai, in his twenties, looked plump and harmless with his fair, chubby round face and gentle smile. Hearing Tong Sanlang's words, he promptly instructed the dice shaker to start, "Begin."
The dice shaker was a shrewd-looking middle-aged man who picked up the three dice, showed everyone they were fair, and then tossed them into the shaker. After a series of shakes, he placed the shaker on the table.
"Both parties, please place your bets," he said.
Tong Sanlang, upon hearing this, picked up a small wooden token in front of him; the tokens represented chips, with one being a hundred tael, "I choose high, a hundred tael."
Across from him, Wu Yancai also picked up a token with a cheerful smile, "Then I'll choose low."
