It's so lively, that's something that everyone has been willing to make up for throughout the ages. To put it nicely, this is called the development of society inseparable from curiosity. To put it badly, it's idle.

The prince of the county magistrate is not a lofty person. He is also famous for his idleness in the county. He often gathers local idle men to wander around all day. It is common for bullying men and women. Although he dare not go too far in the capital, he is always annoying.

Seeing him coming, people consciously separated the road and let him walk in. He walked to Song Beiyun with a proud look on his face and looked at the pinball in front of him.

"What object is this?"

Song Beiyun said with a smile: "Kei, this is a good object. When the master traveled around the world, he met several Japanese monks on the coast of the East China Sea. The objects they learned from were so interesting. How many times wouldn't the guest guy come and play?"

"It's easy to say."

Seeing that the people around him were holding money in their hands and those things were written on the plate, he couldn't know what he was doing, so he immediately wanted to try it out.

"Please look at this brand, please."

The county magistrate's young master savored it and found it interesting. He took out two big money from his arms and threw it in front of Song Beiyun. Then, under the guidance of the people next to him, he started playing with this fresh object.

This thing is simple, exciting, and easy to get started without using your brain. This kind of pleasure of gambling luck is exactly what gamblers like and need the most. After pulling it a few times, he gradually became addicted and simply occupied the plate directly. He ordered someone to bring a short stool and sit on it and started to play attentively.

He went back and forth dozens of times, and the money on his body went in and out many times. At the beginning, he also won a lot, almost getting all the gambling money that Song Beiyun had earned before. The people around him were jealous and praised Mr. Yu, Hong Fu, and after winning a lot of money, he was coaxed by the idle men around him. The master obviously had his eyes red. He rubbed his hands and rolled up his sleeves: "Look, I won't kill you today until I'm not leaving any armor!"

Song Beiyun was smiling but not talking. Yang Niuer was a little nervous. He felt sorry for the money he had gone out. But when he saw that Song Beiyun didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, so he could only look at the fierce momentum of the young master of the Yu family opposite.

"Brother, what should I do..."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "What a panic, I'm willing to accept the loss."

As soon as these words came out, people around them started to make excuses, some people shouted and scolded, but the atmosphere suddenly became lively. The young master of the Yu family didn't say much, and continued to hold the handle with a roar.

I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, but I am afraid you can't afford to lose. Song Beiyun looked at the county magistrate who was in trouble. This person had never been exposed to it. I am afraid that he would not understand what a slot machine is. Maybe he could win more or less by luck at the beginning, but luck is really unreliable. It's okay to try to make a fight occasionally, but if he tries to normalize this luck, it's like a dying death. A thousand big money is a one-man, half a bass is fifty big sons, and a one-man money is only twenty times. Including discount promotions, it's only thirty times. These thirty times may make money, but if it's fifty times, one hundred times, or two hundred times, then his winning rate will get closer and closer to the 40% return rate calculated by Song Beiyun.

What is the concept of a 40% reward rate? If one hundred people invest 100 stags here in a day, then only forty people can guarantee their capital. If someone wins two stags, then one less person will guarantee their capital. If someone wins forty stags alone, then ninety-nine people will lose all their capital.

Of course, because of the equipment reasons, but after roughly calculating, Song Beiyun also knew that he would never lose money, so he just sat there without panic at all.

Sure enough, after the young master of the county magistrate's family was very lucky at the beginning, he soon began to give it crazy for nothing. He threw out money again and again, causing his mentality to collapse. He was like a gambler with a red eye. At the beginning, he tried to adjust his strength to control the direction of the ball, but at the end he ignored it, and directly pulled it all over and bounced out. After handing over everything to fate, the money in his pocket became less and less, and he became more and more anxious.

"Customer, I think you won a little, please accept it."

"Fart!" The county magistrate's young master stormed the blue veins on his forehead: "I think you're just afraid of losing your book!"

Song Beiyun slowly took out a piece of Hu cake from his arms and ate it, and asked Yang Niu'er to buy some fruit tea. While eating, they watched the red-eyed young master invest money in the deep gambling pit.

He really didn't understand that this thing didn't seem to hurt your tendons or bones, but this primitive slot machine was also a slot machine. It was just a matter of time to eat people and not spit bones. It was just a matter of time to slowly suck a person's blood.

After noon, Young Master Yu had been playing here for two hours without realizing it. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his money had almost gone out. He also asked the dogs around him to move some money, but he also invested in this ghost thing.

He knew that if he had stopped earlier, he would not have lost so much, but now he has no need to turn around. More than one hundred taels of silver is more than a hundred stagnant of money... This is not a small amount of money.

"Customer, please accept it. This is not a solution." Song Beiyun said leisurely while drinking fruit tea: "Save some money and go home."

The county magistrate took a deep breath and looked up at Song Beiyun: "Do you leave the bill?"

"That's not OK. I need to be led by the official. I don't have an official lead on it, but I have to be punished." Song Beiyun looked helpless: "Guest, don't make things difficult for me."

There is a very strange rule here: gambling stalls are free to pay, but when you put the bills in, you need the seal of the government. If you don’t have the permission of the government and make the bills privately, you will be punished thirty at the least, and if you are exiled on Guizhou, Song Beiyun will not take advantage of this loophole.

"In this way, I'll come home to withdraw money now, and you'll wait for me here."

"That's not enough." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "It's getting late, and I need to close the stall back."

When Young Master Yu heard this, he thought, "Where is the fuck?" This is hot. If the stall is closed, I will be unable to sleep tonight. The claws are very uncomfortable. So he grabbed Song Beiyun's arm and said, "You can't leave. If you win my money, you still want to leave?"

"Customer, look, I told you to stop, you wouldn't accept it. You don't understand the principle of betting and accepting defeat?" Song Beiyun also raised his neck: "Look at your outfit, you are also a rich and noble family. If you do such a thing for these scattered silver, you may be ridiculed?"

In fact, even if Young Master Yu takes all the money he lost, it is not a big deal. It is not a big deal for him at all on this acre of three-point land.

But there is one thing he actually cares about, that is, his reputation on the road, and finally got some tricks. If he turned his face and heard a name that was willing to bet but not admit defeat, how could he still be in the casino and gambling house? Then if he went to Cuihonglou, he would not be laughed to death by his fans?

"Okay, then finally a big one." Young Master Yu took a deep breath and pointed to the plate on his head: "I'll pull up another one. If it's an odd number, you give me the money. If it's an even number, I'll write you a loan note, which I owe you."

Song Beiyun's mind was running quickly, feeling that he was going to be a gambler, but it was nothing, and giving it to him was not a big deal. Anyway, his purpose was not this time, but to pull him into this quagmire.

According to the salary of a county magistrate, the monthly salary is about ninety cents, and with the fact that it is more corrupt on weekdays, hundreds of taels of silver are nothing.

What Song Beiyun wants is to make him unable to bear it! So even if he returns this amount of money, it is just to catch larger fish.

"Since that's the case, let's take a gamble." Song Beiyun also lifted his sleeves: "Everyone can give me a testimony!"

Young Master Yu spitted on his hand, stretched his waist, and made a crackling crisp sound. His eyes were red and his hands pressed on the machine, and he looked up at Song Beiyun.

Song Beiyun just smiled and reached out to make a call.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and there was no noise around the people around him. The spectators were the most enjoyable to this kind of gamble of more than a hundred taels of silver. They all held their breath and quietly waited for the result that was about to come.

"Clang"

With a muffled sound, the bull tendon was pulled, the tenon rebounded and hit the frame, and the ball also bounced. At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down, and everyone's eyes were staring at the gray ball.

Seeing it bounce back and forth on the raised wooden sticks, not only Young Master Yu, but also the other spectators, including Yang Niuer, were all raised.

The people around him didn't say it, but no one wanted the ball to fall into the odd box. After all, Young Master Yu is not a good person to get along with on weekdays. The people present had more or less been troubled by him. As long as he was a person, he would want him to lose quickly.

The ball hit the bottom, but stopped in the wooden strips between one hundred and two hundred, hovering there without moving.

"Don't move! Don't move!!!" Young Master Yu blushed his eyes, opened his hands and pushed everyone behind him back: "Let's get started."

Song Beiyun looked up at Master Yu: "Guest? What do you say?"

"Not busy." He touched his face with his sleeve: "Wait!"

But just as he finished speaking, a gust of spring breeze blew, and Song Beiyun looked up at the sky: "I'm afraid it's going to rain tomorrow."

At this time, the ball was suddenly blown by the wind and slowly tilted towards the box of 200. Finally, the dust settled and stopped steadily in the even grid.

Young Master Yu slapped his thigh: "Bastard!!!"
Chapter completed!