As she spoke, a boy—barely old enough to be gambling—pushed through the crowd and placed his money on the middle cup. That was all it took for money poured in from all directions.
“Wow. He really knows how to draw a crowd,” Hwayeong said, clearly impressed.
While she smiled, watching the commotion, the table was soon covered in bets stacked in front of all five cups.
“How does that man even make money off this?”
“The shills do it for him,” Hwayeong said with a knowing look. “They’re all in on it.”
She gestured slightly with her chin, signaling Sinyeong to look forward again. Just then, the dealer reached toward the cup on the far right.
“Hold on,” Sinyeong said sharply.
“...What?”
“What if we let the person who placed the bet lift the cup?”
“...Huh?”
“I just think it’d be more entertaining that way. Don’t you?”
Sinyeong stepped back slightly, his tone even and unassuming.
