"Who?" The owner of Wanjing Gambling House thought he must have heard wrong.
"Hong Shisan, the one with the highest odds."
The man repeated, pulling out a stack of silver notes at the same time.
The owner of Wanjing Gambling House looked at the silver notes, then at the account book, at Hong Shisan, who so far had attracted only a negligible amount of bets.
The gambling house owner lifted his eyes to the visitor, a seemingly kind-faced young man.
Seeing "him" travel-worn, with a thin layer of sweat on his nostrils, it looked as though he had just hurried over from some other place.
So it was a foreigner.
Only then did the owner of Wanjing Gambling House have a sudden realization, thinking the other party was probably unaware that Hong Shisan had not even participated in the competition.
Young people are indeed superficial, seduced by high odds so easily?
