Although Li Can valued his face, he wasn't stupid.
Risking a sure loss would really mean something's wrong with him.
"Master Tang need not worry; you can play small, and even if you lose, you won't lose much. Earlier, I saw Master Tang win a few times and recoup all the banknotes; overall, it's still profitable," said Old Song plainly.
Tang Dongfeng looked at him cautiously: "Are you suggesting I should play small?"
"Old Song is always soft-hearted, but this suggestion to Master Tang seems to underestimate him. After all, our Master Tang won six thousand taels just at the casino today, he's not bothered about such small change," said Steward He sarcastically.
Tang Dongfeng's face turned grim: "Seems like Steward He has a grudge against me."
Steward He wasn't afraid to lose face anymore, he was determined to trap him, "Indeed, losing six thousand taels cost me even my wife's dowry, so it's no surprise I'm a bit upset. But I'm curious, does Master Tang dare to play now?"
