The contract was quickly drawn up, and to ensure fairness, quite a few spectators came forward voluntarily to sign their names as witnesses to the gambling event.
Holding the two identical copies of the contract, Butler Hong had a conspicuous smile on his lips, evidently confident of winning this gamble.
However, Zhong Yingming was not one to fall behind either. He had been gambling against Butler Hong at Sifang Gambling House for seven days, constantly winning, and had amassed no less than a thousand taels of silver.
He came today because he heard it would be Butler Hong's last day running the gamble. If his luck didn't turn, he planned to wash his hands of gambling altogether.
Zhong Yingming was usually accustomed to losing in gambling. How could he have ever won so much like now?
Spurred by ambition and Butler Hong's urgency to leave, he brought all the hundreds of taels of silver he won over the past few days, ready to make another big move.
