"What was one mid-grade Qi Stone worth in low-grade Qi Stones?" Xiao Hua asked coldly.
"O-One hundred!" Sweat immediately streamed down Xiao Jian's face.
"Then how could you possibly lose so many Qi Stones all at once?" Sure enough, Xiao Hua asked the question.
"Well... well..." Xiao Jian hemmed and hawed, finally revealing the truth. "At first, one Qi Stone... was worth one hundred taels of gold, but... but they refused to play with this junior. In the end, I had no choice but to count one stone as ten taels... then one tael... and after losing a few rounds..."
"After losing a few rounds, they all had Qi Stones! Who would still care how much gold those Qi Stones could be exchanged for?" Liu Yi did not understand the grades of Qi Stones, but when he heard that Xiao Jian had gambled away Qi Stones of some unknown grade, his heart still ached. He muttered from the side.
Yet upon hearing this, Xiao Jian straightened slightly and said in a low voice, "Liu Ge'er, whether those Qi Stones were mid-grade or top-grade, they were all this old man's own..."
As he spoke, Xiao Jian furtively glanced at Xiao Hua, afraid that Xiao Hua might say something. Unfortunately, Xiao Hua's face showed not the slightest reaction. Xiao Jian was right: those Qi Stones belonged to Xiao Jian himself. What he used them for was his own business. Even if he gambled himself penniless and ended up wandering the streets, that was still Xiao Jian's own affair. Xiao Hua was not Xiao Jian's great-grandfather, so why should he meddle?
Liu Yi merely truly mourned the gold he had never even seen before, which was why he muttered a few words. Seeing that Xiao Hua ignored him, he immediately fell silent. Only