The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich!-Chapter 109: Placing Bets

The two sons on Tong Huaqiong’s mind were at the casino at that moment.

Gu Dashu sat closely behind Feng Chuan, ingratiatingly flattering, "Mr. Feng, you’ll definitely win the next round."

Feng Chuan chuckled, "I’ll take your words for luck."

This person named Dashu was quite interesting. Before meeting him, Feng Chuan had been consistently losing. But after meeting Dashu and receiving some unintentional advice, he had been winning for three consecutive days.

Gu Dashu not only refrained from claiming credit but also continually flattered him, so Feng Chuan gladly befriended him.

Even though Feng Chuan spoke about becoming sworn brothers with Gu Dashu, he inwardly looked down on Dashu.

He despised Gu Dashu for being poor, entering the casino with pockets cleaner than his face, and being too timid to borrow silver to gamble, only able to stand at the card table by flattering him.

Such a person, as a sidekick offering advice, wasn’t a bad idea after all. Gu Dashu had a repertoire of flattering words and also helped him win money.

Since Gu Dashu had been standing behind him these past three days, it had been Feng Chuan’s most triumphant days at the casino.

His uncle and father, Manager Feng, always scolded him for not engaging in legitimate work, and each time he paid off Feng Chuan’s gambling debts, he would reprimand him. This time, he wanted this cheap father to see that gambling was legitimate work too. He wanted to win all the money in the casino.

"Open!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Chuan lost this round, his face showing frustration.

Gu Jingzhe, standing nearby, said nonchalantly, "With skills like that, how dare you play here."

Feng Chuan was already in a bad mood from losing, and being provoked by Gu Jingzhe, he snapped, "Who’s lacking skills?!"

When a person is upset, they’re prone to react.

Feng Chuan forgot the embarrassment of previously losing everything but his underwear and, after losing a round and being mocked by Gu Jingzhe, felt compelled to restore his dignity.

"You say I’m lacking, do you dare to gamble with me?" Feng Chuan challenged Gu Jingzhe.

Gu Jingzhe smiled lightly, casually saying, "I don’t dare."

Feng Chuan sized up Gu Jingzhe.

He saw that he was so young, dressed in such shabby clothes, thinking he must be there to sell fruit and tea in the casino.

Feng Chuan snickered twice, disdainfully saying, "A kid with no hair on his mouth shouldn’t talk wildly if he doesn’t dare."

Gu Jingzhe, however, said, "It’s not that I don’t dare to gamble with you, but I don’t dare to bet against the strategist behind you. I figured out long ago that your winnings these days are all thanks to the brother standing behind you."

Feng Chuan got angry, realizing his recent winnings were not due to his own abilities but thanks to Gu Dashu.

Gu Dashu, seeing Feng Chuan was angry, quickly advised, "This young brother, you can’t speak recklessly. I merely gave Brother Feng a few pointers. Without his luck, he wouldn’t have won just from my hints."

These words pierced Feng Chuan’s heart even more than Gu Jingzhe’s.

Feng Chuan felt that not only did Dashu confirm his skills were strong, but he was also insinuating that his wins were purely due to luck.

What was Dashu anyway, just a flattering lackey at his side, thinking a few hints gave him the right to act superior?

What does he think he is?

Did he really think Feng Chuan’s casino reputation was all boast without teaching him a lesson?

So coldly, he told Gu Dashu, "I’m not gambling with a kid, come on Dashu, let’s have a round."

Gu Dashu was shocked, saying, "Brother Feng, I’m on your side, how can I gamble with you? No way, no way!"

Feng Chuan sneered, "Didn’t you say my winnings are all thanks to your hints these days? Your face is big, sit opposite, let everyone see whom the credit really belongs to."

Gu Dashu repeatedly pleaded, "Brother Feng, I misspoke, it’s all your credit, it’s all your credit. Please forgive me, first, I have no capital, and second, if I win, it will harm our brotherhood."

These words were like gasoline to a fire, igniting everything.

Feng Chuan, his mind clouded by anger, slapped the table, "Who gives you brotherhood, you’re just a lapdog at my side. You’ve been hanging with me for a few days, drank my wine twice, so you must play with me, unless I teach you a lesson, you’ll forget your place!"

Gu Dashu, scolded publicly, showed a hurt expression on his face.

Gu Jingzhe added fuel to the fire, "Mr. Feng, I advise you not to make things difficult for this man. You didn’t see this brother giving you a way out, yet you refuse, if you truly lose the gamble, you won’t even have a place to cry."

Feng Chuan, in his rage, disregarded everything and shoved Gu Dashu to sit opposite him.

Gu Dashu, forced to sit, clasped his hands, "Brother Feng, I deeply offend you."

Who do you think you are, sitting there after a few days beside me, acting all high and mighty, Feng Chuan wanted to curse out loud.

"Isn’t this brother without silver? Daring to sit without any capital suggests he’s confident in beating Mr. Feng," said Gu Jingzhe.

Feng Chuan sneered, "I don’t want silver, if you lose, I want one of your fingers."

Gu Dashu kept his hurt expression, "Brother Feng, I see you as a brother, yet you treat me as an enemy. If you gamble my fingers, then I won’t be polite either, I’ll gamble your right hand and silver."

After signing the gambling agreement, the game started.

Everyone in the casino knew Feng Chuan had taken it to the next level, gambling against the opponent’s fingers, and crowded behind Gu Dashu and Feng Chuan to watch the spectacle.

Of course, this gambling scheme was inspired by Tong Huaqiong, with Gu Jingzhe planning it, and Gu Dashu executing it.

The goal was to take Feng Chuan down to leverage against Manager Feng.

This gambling plan was kept hidden from Gu Dashu.

Until today, Tong Huaqiong and Gu Jingzhe only instructed Gu Dashu to infiltrate Feng Chuan’s circle, and to give him tips to win; they never mentioned having him directly compete with Feng Chuan.

When Gu Jingzhe revealed the entire plan, Gu Dashu was immediately frightened, waving his hands, fearing it was his mother’s way of testing if he had picked up the bad habit of gambling.

Heaven knows, he had long since abandoned small gambling as a pastime.

If it weren’t for monitoring Feng Chuan, he wouldn’t have set foot in a casino.

These days, giving Feng Chuan advice made him uneasy, constantly feeling a dull pain in his fingers.

Gu Jingzhe did much work on his psyche before Gu Dashu gritted his teeth to agree to compete with Feng Chuan.

In the first round, Gu Dashu won.

Feng Chuan was not reconciled.

Wasn’t that obvious?

Feng Chuan’s years in the casino had shown he was lacking in skills, poor in luck, and Manager Feng had filled countless holes for him. Yet, such people were the easiest to be celebrated as VIPs by the casino, thanks to his uncle contributing silver.

Continue.

In the second round, it was still Gu Dashu winning.

After winning two rounds consecutively, Gu Dashu kindly told Feng Chuan, "Brother Feng, let’s stop here, I can’t bear to keep winning."

To Feng Chuan’s ears, these words were grating.

Can’t bear to keep winning? And a pauper like Dashu, emerging from nowhere, saying this?

Feng Chuan struck the table, "Who talks brotherhood with you, continue."

In the third round, Gu Dashu won.

In the fourth round, Gu Dashu won.

Of course, with each victory, Gu Dashu would advise Feng Chuan to stop, citing brotherhood as the reason.

Feng Chuan was enraged.

His gambling nature was big, losing to Gu Dashu, who served him dutifully, was absolutely unacceptable.

Feng Chuan lost the hundred taels of silver he had brought, lost the jade ring on his finger, lost the clothes on his body... almost losing his underwear in the process.

Literally, his underwear. If not for Gu Dashu feeling it useless to take them, Feng Chuan would have been sitting naked across the table still gambling.

Nonetheless, Feng Chuan sitting there in his underwear was still quite an eyesore.

"Feng Chuan, I urge you again to stop," Gu Dashu no longer bowed or called him brother respectfully, but called him by his name, looking down on him.

This action provoked Feng Chuan again.

"Continue betting!" Feng Chuan roared, borrowing two hundred taels of silver from the casino owner, with stakes getting higher and higher.

The casino owner didn’t stop him, was even delighted.

These two hundred taels weren’t lent for free, they came with compound interest, he could earn interest just sitting there.

Besides, Feng Chuan was his VIP, how could he not lend?

He wasn’t worried about Feng Chuan running away, the Crispy Food Garden’s Manager Feng is his uncle, if he ran, someone would naturally settle the debt.