"He said his silver notes can reproduce." The little skinny monkey reacted quickly, whispering to He Qingwei.
"Silver notes can reproduce?" He Qingwei looked puzzled.
"Nonsense, and you still claim to be a playboy? Haven't you been to a gambling house? Throw in ten thousand taels, and in the blink of an eye you could earn back millions of taels. Throw again and ten million will be yours, and another throw gets you a hundred million. It's like a chicken laying eggs, eggs hatching chickens, and chickens laying eggs again. Got it?" Zirong said, exasperated. This little chubby one has such low intelligence, talking to him is exhausting.
"Uh..." As a playboy, He Qingwei had certainly been to gambling houses, thrown in a lot of silver, but never did it reproduce any, always ending in total loss.
