There were a hundred stalls, each charging one hundred wen, and that was merely the labor fee.
With the viewing shed fees and martial artists' registration fees, it could basically be said that the prize money need not cost him a single coin.
If he hosted the betting himself, not only would it invite gossip, he would not make any money from it either.
Now that seven parties were running the wagers, he had first collected and skimmed three hundred and fifty taels in betting silver. That was pure profit.
Through experience, he could grasp the contestants' general circumstances. Though there might be a few wrong picks as there had been the first time, overall, he would certainly carve a chunk of fat meat from the seven parties.
As for the gains in martial arts and further control over the Imperial Feather Guards, those were no longer matters of economics and had nothing to do with these people.
"Alas, even the Prince's Residence has to count every penny," Su Ziji thought.
Standing behind him, Luo Jiang paid no heed to the scrutiny of others and watched the matches intently as well. Then, for some reason, her expression suddenly stiffened.
Wild Daoist happened to be watching her. Seeing that something was wrong with her expression, he followed Luo Jiang's gaze and discovered that she was not looking at the arena, but at the crowd below the stage.
Could there be an assassin in the crowd?
But with so many people, an assassin would not have the words written across his face. Wild Daoist stared for a while without spotting anything, though he immediately became more vigilant.
In the crowd, a young man squeezed toward the front. The person following him was around the same age, his face full of worry.
When