At another table, Lou Chengye, who was grappling with a chicken leg, jumped in shock upon hearing Li Xingsheng wanted to place a bet.
Has Li Er gone mad?
That thousand taels of silver is all the travel money they have!
If they lose, how will they get home?
In this unfamiliar place, won't they starve?
"Er, bro?" Lou Chengye was anxious, the chicken leg no longer appetizing. He put down the chicken leg and went to Li Xingsheng's side, pressing down the silver note worth a thousand taels, "No, let's not gamble."
"Who dares?" Li Xingsheng moved Lou Chengye's hand away and asked the thin-faced man and the fat-faced man.
The two exchanged glances, not daring to place the bet.
Their bets were just for fun, between a few hundred coins.
This guy is betting a thousand taels!
If they win, fine, they get some pocket money. But if they lose, they'd have to pay a thousand taels!
Both didn't want to play anymore.
