A Fundamental Solution 2

"Let's continue. Why wouldn't I?" Qi Qingyao took out a stack of paper money from her bosom, her demeanor that of an affluent and imposing individual who was not afraid of losing. Sifting through the notes, she took out one and placed it at the center of the table as her betting amount. "I'll bet one hundred taels this round. What about you?"

"One hundred taels..."

While Zhang Tieyuan whispered the number, his eyes were instead glued on the stack of paper money in Qi Qingyao's hand. He seemed to be even more excited than when his wife had given birth to a son.

When the others saw Qi Qingyao's stack of paper money, their eyes almost popped out.

The f*ck. 

Heir Pei was so generous with his money. How much did he even give you for the consultation?

Qi Qingyao smiled and said, "The rules are the same as before. If you win, you can take the one hundred taels but if you lose, you will return the seventy-two taels to me."