A sign was set up at that place, with several papers pasted on it, listing the number of each eagle, the names of the participants, and the betting odds.
Since not everyone was literate, there was a lad constantly explaining by the side.
"What are the odds for Fatso Hao?" Yang Ruxin poked Gu Qingheng, unable to help it because there were too many people in front, and she was too short to see clearly.
"Xiaohei is number six, currently at three to one."
"That low?" Yang Ruxin frowned, even if she bet just one piece of silver, she would only win three pieces, oh, and she wouldn't even get the full three; she'd still have to give the gambling house a 20 percent commission.
"That beast hasn't even joined in." Gu Qingheng chuckled.
Yang Ruxin lightly arched her eyebrows, that person wasn't dumb at all.
