Spots

Not only had Tu Shan Qing drawn a winning slip, but Zhang Chen's slip had won as well.

How was that possible? How could that be possible?

Forget Instructor Zhou Yi—even everyone present was dumbstruck.

They had never heard of anyone drawing two slips at once, and having both of them win.

"Brother Zhang, you truly are a man blessed with tremendous fortune. I was not mistaken about you." Tu Shan Qing's eyes burned with fervor.

Though he had gathered some fortune through gambling, that fortune was meant for seizing the Water Divine Authority in the future, not for squandering at a time like this.

"What a method! It's enough to scare a person to death." Song Yi glanced at the slips in Zhang Chen's hand, a trace of gravity appearing in his eyes.

He did not know what method Zhang Chen had used. He only assumed Zhang Chen's fortune was so vast that it defied comprehension.

"Brother, greetings. Could you draw a slip for me as well? I am willing to pay any price—gold, silver, jewels, beauties of every kind, name whatever you wish. I will not utter a single objection! So long as you name your price, I will never haggle!" The scholar standing behind Zhang Chen saw his method, and his eyes immediately went wide. He hurriedly stepped forward and offered all manner of terms.

Zhang Chen glanced at the scholar, then shook his head and sat down on his own. "I lack none of the things you mentioned. Pray for your own good fortune."

"Brother, I am the eldest son of Marquis Weiwu. Do you truly refuse to give the Marquis Weiwu Residence this much face?" Seeing Zhang Chen refuse, the scholar was immediately displeased and hastily spoke in threat.

Zhang Chen smiled at those words,