"Good, very good, then let's wait and see." He Shen finished speaking and was about to reveal the dice cup.
Ye Hao looked at He Shen with disdain, showing no sign of worry on his face. Instead, it was He Shen who seemed a bit uneasy. Seeing Ye Hao looking so confident, he couldn't help but think, what if it really shows nine sixes? Going back and forth like this, he was quite distracted.
With his mind frustrated, he lost much of his confidence to uncover the cup lid.
The bet between He Shen and Ye Hao quickly reached the ears of an elder in a secluded manor.
The old man had graying hair and a deeply furrowed face, appearing to be about ninety years old. His mouth occasionally muttered words unintelligible to the average person.
If someone versed in the stock market was there, they would recognize he was reciting stock indices. It's surprising that a nonagenarian was still murmuring stock indices, which suggests how lively his brain cells were.
