"Mr. An Su, you're cheating... too cunning."
This fool is so easy to deal with.
An Su revealed a scheming, triumphant smile. The gambling ticket in his hand was always a hot potato; he could never seriously consider redeeming it for eight small gold mines. Just the management issues alone would give him a headache, not to mention his father would surely give him a hard time—and his family was not in short supply of gold mines anyway.
The deadline for redeeming the gambling ticket was twelve noon, and time was pressing. He had long wanted to find a place to cash in the gambling ticket.
Although fifty noble confectionery shops in the heart of the Imperial Capital didn't match the value of eight small gold mines, it wasn't too much of a loss. Just for the cost of a few gold mines, he could woo the original female lead of this world line and have her invest. For An Su, it was a transaction bound to make a profit without loss.
