"Sir, a great many people are betting on Ye Gucheng now. If he really wins, we'll have to pay out at least three million taels." Shopkeeper Liu's face was full of worry. The other branches had received the news a little later; otherwise, the payout would certainly be even higher.
"Sir, should we change the odds back immediately?"
Lin Lang was very dissatisfied. "Only that much?"
A payout of three million taels meant the bets on Ye Gucheng winning amounted to only three hundred thousand taels or so?
Were there so few greedy people? Were gamblers all this levelheaded?
Shopkeeper Liu was dumbfounded. He thought a three-million-tael payout was too little? That would swallow the Silver Hook Gambling House's entire annual profit.
"Can we raise the odds even higher?"
Shopkeeper Liu dropped to his knees before Lin Lang with a thud. "Sir, if you're dissatisfied with me, I can resign as shopkeeper and go home to farm. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a son still crying to be fed. Please have mercy, sir."
Lin Lang: "???"
Shopkeeper Liu was around sixty. Having an eighty-year-old mother was nothing strange, but he actually had a damned nursing son too?
Still going strong in his old age.
"Who said anything about killing you? Anyway, I want more people to place bets at the Silver Hook Gambling House. Accept them all, no matter whom they bet on."
"You're the expert here. Don't disappoint me."
"If you can't even manage that, heh." Smiling, Lin Lang patted Shopkeeper Liu's shoulder.
Shopkeeper Liu raised his head. "Sir, if you simply want more people to bet, lowering the odds slightly would actually be better. That would attract the truly wealthy."
Lin Lang understood. As the world's foremost gambling house, the Silver Hook Gambling House had offered ten-to-one