Against the ear was a low difficulty shot, so not many people bet on it, and if they did, they didn’t bet very much. Very soon, calls for betting ended. After the pitch-pot director finished speaking, Noble Son Qingyang threw his arrow.
"Noble Son Qingyang makes his shot," announced the pitch-pot director.
Although this wasn’t anything to brag about, the audience clapped.
A gentleman must act as genially as a spring breeze.
Afterwards came the sounds of more bets being placed.
"Fourth section, third room, fifty taels for through the ear."
"Twenty-fourth room, thirty taels for through the ear."
About ten people placed their bets, one after the other, in total a thousand taels. This was much greater than the one, two hundred from just now, but if you lost, you had to pay it several times over.
Lin Jin’er prodded Jun Zhenzhen.
"Look, look!" she urged.
Miss Jun looked outside and saw Noble Son Qingyang say something to the pitch-pot director.
