Only One Move

"Little Brother, how much money did you say? I did not hear you clearly. Can you repeat it?"

The betting station's boss swallowed his saliva as he stared at the boy in front of him.

A million dollars in gold. Torch Town had to pay tens of thousands of gold coins in taxes in a year. One million gold coins could cover Torch Town's tax bill for the next twenty years. Even he, who managed a gambling den, had never seen such a large sum of money. The highest amount of money in a game was only a few thousand gold coins. He suspected that the teenager had duped him or that he had misheard. The youth must have meant a hundred gold coins, not a million.

"I said I wanted to bet one million gold coins. What's the matter?" the boy said again.

He did mean one million gold coins.