A wager?
A scholar's wager was no ordinary gamble!
What they wagered was often literature.
Under normal circumstances, it was not easy to refuse, because refusal meant admitting fear. At this critical juncture of Muye Manor's Marriage Proposal, who would willingly admit to being inferior?
Yet gambling with a stranger was the gravest taboo for a gambler!
Great Confucian Xiang Yuange's face darkened, a curse circling in his heart: Are you fucking sick? There are so many people in this tavern, yet you latch onto me and won't let go...
But what came out of his mouth was, "Xiang does not object to a harmless little wager, but I have three principles for wagers, as everyone knows..."
It was a refusal, yet one that did not cost him face.
However, Zhuge Qingfeng cut him off directly. "Brother Xiang, why not hear my wager before deciding? My wager is anything but ordinary!"
"Go on, then!"
Zhuge Qingfeng said, "I wager that there is only one piece of silver in your Storage Bag. If I lose, I will give you Ten Thousand Liang of Silver. If I win, you will give me your marriage recruitment token!"
Everyone's gaze converged on Xiang Yuange's face, their expressions rather strange.
You boasted that money meant nothing to you, yet there was only one piece of silver in your Storage Bag?
What was a pauper like you doing playing at such high stakes?
Xiang Yuange's heart lurched. Of course he knew perfectly well there was more than one piece of silver in his Storage Bag! There were at least twenty silver ingots, along with a heap of loose silver. Even he had no idea how many pieces there were.
You bastard, you dared to demean my wealth in public!
And you dared propose such a wager!