"Ahm ahm… I don't have much money. I'm just a poor man. This is all I can come up with for the bet," Chu Yang touched his nose. Then, he took out a large stack of golden notes from his bosom and said, "Just these, okay? This should be enough to have some fun. The ancients have said some wise words. Betting small is quite joyful. You'd be cheerful if you win, and you'd still be happy if you lose!"
Ou Duxiao received the stack of notes, and began to count one by one in order to calculate the total value. His complexion became increasingly surprised as he proceeded. Afterwards, he did the mental arithmetic until he had counted the last note. And, he suddenly cried out in surprise, "Three-million golden taels?!"
The shock dawned upon him as he shouted this number. And, he stood there with a blank expression on his face.
