After understanding the whole context of the incident, Chen Yu turned and walked over to Ma Xiulan.
"Ms. Ma, I greatly admire your intellect, but I must say you are truly ruthless, calling over so many hearing-impaired people to be your cash cows."
Ma Xiulan's eyes widened, and she instinctively took several steps back.
"I don't understand what you're talking about. Scram, and don't block the business on my street!"
Chen Yu snorted coldly, casually grabbed a handful of dice from the side, and placed them on the table. He then picked up two boxes.
"I heard you're very good at this, so let's compete in what you do best! We'll use the property deeds of the shops on this street as stakes!"
Ma Xiulan got excited; she directly took one box and sat down.
"My shops are worth a lot. What will you use as stakes?"
Chen Yu's mouth curled into a strange arc as he directly took out a promissory note from his body and slapped it on the table.
