While the word "dunce" was still ringing in everybody’s ears, the male voice continued to speak clearly.
"Do you know how much it cost to play that dunce’s Go arrangement once? Ten taels of silver."
The guests at the other two tables were shocked.
"Isn’t that crazy? Who would spend that much money to play once?" they all questioned.
"See what I mean? Do you know how much that dunce put as prize money? Five thousand taels."
When he said this, not just the guests at the table were shocked, but the shopkeepers and waiters audibly gasped in surprise.
"That is much too terrifying."
"They must have exquisite Go skill."
Everyone said.
But the man laughed and slapped the table
"High class shit. That is a true dunce." He roared in laughter.
Hu Gui laughed along. The person who can put out five thousand taels is indeed rich. But the person who wins only has to pay ten taels. To what end?
