A very old-fashioned plot, as old-fashioned as the wasteful flow of time traveling through the beginning of a novel, but it is truly presented to Zhao Hao.

A gambling hall, a gambling hall called "Auspicious Gambling Hall".

At the door, a yellow-faced man screamed and was pressed to the ground by four or five evil slaves and beaten up. A young woman with a somewhat beautiful appearance cried in despair and sorrow, and was forcibly dragged into the gambling hall by three or four evil slaves.

Around them, a group of Jiangning people were watching the fun and pointing their fingers.

This kind of plot is a plot that is too cliché in later films and TV series, and is suitable for domestic films from the 1980s and 1990s.

However, this is the first time that it has actually appeared in front of Zhao Hao.

The young woman's cry and screams that were extremely desperate made Zhao Hao's soul, the playboy, throbbed inexplicably, and the angry youth complex that followed her soul drove the blood surging.

What he couldn't bear most was that he saw Zheng Feng, who was sitting upright in the warm sedan chair like all the villains in the plot, with a curtain open, a lewd and proud smile on his face, leisurely playing with Yin Ruyi in his hand, with an expression of watching the show.

So, like all the male protagonists in similar clichéd plots, he shouted righteously, "Stop!"

Unfortunately, Zhao Hao did not have the potential to be shocked by the male protagonist in the TV series. In the noisy situation in front of the gambling hall, his soft and silence did not cause any waves, and the young woman was dragged into one leg.

Huh ~

Zhao Ji roared up again and disappeared from Zhao Hao's sight.

The next moment, three or four evil slaves were flew out with a bang, and they all fell into the standard posture of flat sand and falling geese.

Finally, everyone's eyes were focused in surprise on Zhao Hao, Zhao Lian and others.

Zheng Feng's expression was obviously out of wrath, his face twitched, and he pointed at Zhao Hao's hand and shivered: "Zhao Hao, it's your business, don't bully people too much!"

Zhao Hao laughed: "Every man is responsible for helping the strong and helping the weak; only when he sees injustice, he can draw his sword to help him; maintaining social security and cracking down on the underworld is the responsibility of a clan's family. How can it have nothing to do with this? This is the matter!"

Hohohoho~

The people around us all cheered and applauded, although most of them were watching the fun and were not afraid of big things, but they had a little simple sense of justice.

Zheng Feng was stunned by whether he could understand it or not, especially the three words "gangster", and he didn't know what it meant. After staying for a while, he shouted angrily: "It is natural to repay the debt. Even if I go to the government office, I am not afraid. If this guy doesn't pay back the gambling debt, can you repay it for him?"

In the Song Dynasty, it was really not illegal to owe money to pledge your wife and daughter...

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "How much do you owe you?"

Our Zhao family is not short of money, but now it is lacking in merit value. It is worth it to be able to exchange money for some merit value.

"Thirty taels!"

As soon as Zheng Feng finished speaking, the man who was pinned to the ground by the Zheng family slave suddenly jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Young master, don't listen to his nonsense. The grass-roots people only need fifteen strings!"

Zheng Feng was furious and jumped down from the warm sedan chair, walked to the man, knocked the man's head with the silver Ruyi in his hand, and cursed angrily: "Song San, you are so pickled and slutty, are you free to borrow money? Borrowing fifteen stakes and returning fifteen stakes, isn't it thirty stakes?"

While there was a quarrel, Zhao Hao's eyes had already fallen on the four golden plaques of "Justice Gambling Hall", and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I only have thirty cents, why bother quarrel? I just accept it. But I have to wait for me for half an hour and no more interest rate hikes during this period." Zhao Hao said lightly.

Zheng Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "According to your words, if you can't find thirty taels in half an hour, don't stop it."

Thirty cents of money are not much for the Zheng Mansion or the Zhao Mansion, but some people are willing to pay back the money, so Zheng Feng doesn't necessarily have to talk to Zhao Hao about it. Even if he wants to, it is ultimately untenable.

Then, he was surprised to see Zhao Hao and a group of servants swaying into his own gambling hall.

In just a moment, Zheng Feng knew what was going on, and couldn't help but show a strange and sarcastic smile on his face.

"I actually thought of winning money and paying off my debts in the gambling hall. The person named Zhao was so interesting."

Zheng Feng's originally depressed mood suddenly became extremely happy.

If you want to win money from your own gambling hall, you will be forced to grab it.

Zhao Hao is not unable to do it with Zhao Ji, a well-in-law guard, who is skilled in martial arts, but if it really happens to force a gambling house, it may not be good news for the Zhao family.

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An elegant upper room is located in the middle of the second floor of the gambling hall. The decorations inside the house are beautiful and exquisite. Generally, it is not a gambling game of more than 100 yuan, and it will not be opened easily.

In the middle of the upper room is a pear blossom and wood gambling table, which is antique; there is a pair of ivory dice, which is as crystal clear as jade; there are also small tables on both sides of the table, with four-color fruits and dried fruits on it, and a pot of warm wine.

Zhao Hao was calm and calm. He sat upright next to the pear blossom wood gambling table with a golden sword. The guards were surrounded by him, only with a pair of sunglasses, a cloak and a cigarette. Otherwise, Zhao Hao would feel that he could interpret the temperament of a gambling saint like Brother Fat.

On the opposite side was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was born with a lean and sperm. He was not very tall, and he looked like a small accountant and had a slightly decadent expression.

This person is named Zheng San and is known as Mr. San. However, he is a gambling god-level figure in the Jiangning gambling industry. Since he was in the "Auspicious Gambling Hall" in Zheng's Mansion, he has almost never lost. In addition to the hard power of the gambling hall, his own soft power is also very impressive.

Zheng San was very conceited. Even when facing the only young man in the Zhao family in Jiangning, his face remained unchanged and his heart was still beating, and even showed a slight look of contempt.

It would be fine if Zheng San, who had never lost, was in awe of the clan's children. Zheng Feng, behind him, was lying on a tiger-skin recliner, with a sneering look on his face, and his eyes looked at Zhao Hao as if he was looking at an idiot. If it weren't for the other party's identity, Zheng Feng completely felt that this bet would be able to find a small corner downstairs to make Zhao Hao lose even with his underwear... and he lost his whole body and went home with no underwear.

Since Zheng San presided over the Jixiang Gambling Hall, countless old ghosts in the casino have fallen into his hands, including those who are good at playing tricks, those who can listen to the wind and make things, and those who can throw out the points they want, all kinds of strange people have returned in disgrace. Not only are they ignorant, but they have not grown all the hair on their lips. How could they be Zheng San's opponent? But the opponent is a clan after all, the only young master in the Zhao family in Jiangning can only aggrieved Zheng San.

Even Zhao Ji and other slaves were just letting the young master play. If you want to win money in the Zheng family’s gambling hall, it would be something you don’t have to think about. Their mission is to not let the young master make a mistake.

"I like to play simpler and rougher, and don't like to circle around." Zhao Hao threw a very crisp snap of his fingers, trying to make himself look like a god of gambling who was famous for Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan. He said leisurely, "Just bet on the size of a dice, the bigger one is the winner!"

Zheng San turned around and glanced at Zheng Feng who was sitting behind him. After receiving the other party's eyes, he smiled proudly and showed a row of yellow teeth: "It's better to obey your orders than respect, it's up to the young master to make the decision."

"Good!" Zhao Hao snapped his fingers again, which made Zheng Feng look disgusted on his face - this kid is so good at pretending, and he seems to have never seen this before.

Zhao Hao picked up a dice from the jade plate and put it into the gambling cup. Zheng San bowed to him and took a dice and put it into the gambling cup.

The servant removed the other dice.

In the first game, the bet was 15 jin - all the cash left on Zhao Hao.

"It's rare for a young master to come to my museum, so please ask me for it first." Zheng San once again showed his yellow teeth, which seemed humble, but in fact he had a bit of conceit and contempt.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly, his expression became solemn, and he muttered the words "Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Li Chunge, Ultraman, hurry as the rule, six o'clock!"

Just as the betting cup in his hand was shaking exaggeratedly, left and right, the system in his mind began to run.

"Consuming 500 merit value, exchange for one lucky pill (small), time limit: 10 minutes."

"Use Lucky Pill (small) on the host, the lucky value of the host will increase, and the remaining time is 9 minutes and 59 seconds."

Just as the moment the Lucky Pill was clicked and used, the betting cup in Zhao Hao's hand that shaking the entire tabletop finally stopped.

"open!"

Zhao Hao roared and unveiled the gambling cup.

"Six o'clock!"

The audience's eyes were all focused on the dripping dice under the gambling cup. When the dice was finally frozen, the slaves behind Zhao Hao cheered one after another, and even the serious Zhao Ji showed a smile on his lips.

The winner has been decided. According to the rules, even if Zheng San shook six points, Zhao Hao won in the order.

In the first game, Zhao Hao won, and he always had a big chip, and the fifteen chips in front of Zhao Hao turned into thirty.

Zheng San's expression remained unchanged. Although Zheng Feng's expression was slightly unhappy, he didn't care too much.

...

"Six o'clock! Mr. Zhao won!"

The winner is shaken first, and the second game is still six o'clock, and Zheng San is defeated without a fight!

The cheers of the slaves in the Zhao family made the buzzing inside the wing room.

Zheng San's head was sweating slightly, and his original conceit and proud expression were gone at all. Even Zheng Feng's face changed drastically.

"My mother, the surname Zhao is so lucky." Zheng Feng couldn't help but curse in his heart.

...

"Six o'clock! Mr. Zhao won!"

When Zhao Hao unveiled the gambling cup for the third time, the whole room was in full bloom.

If a person has good luck, even a god cannot stop him. Playing dice is a slight meaning.

Zheng San's face turned pale in an instant.
Chapter completed!