All in, four million one hundred thirty-six thousand taels—all in.
Wu Yancai looked even more shocked than Yu Zizhou. "Young Master Tong, are you sure you've thought this through?"
"I've thought it through." Tong Sanlang raised his hand and rubbed his face, the weariness on his visage deepening.
Seeing this, Wu Yancai tried to advise, "If you're tired, we could gamble another day. If you lose after going all in, that would be a debt of fifty million taels."
Qiao Xiaomai, overhearing the conversation, couldn't help but prod Tong Sanlang with her hand.
Fifty million taels!
Her face was turning green!
"All in, on the small." Tong Sanlang seemed unfazed by Qiao Xiaomai's finger, even yawning as he spoke, as if he was eager to wrap things up and rest.
Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai's lips immediately pressed together tightly, and she took a deep breath.
Endure.
Endure!
It's fine, even if we lose, it's fine. After all, I have treasures in my space.
Treasures!