Upon hearing the invitation from the young attendant, Wufu looked at the pile of Silver in front of him, and with a feigned panic, he hugged it and said, "I've won so much, you wouldn't be thinking of putting me in a sack, would you?"
"..." Everyone winced.
The young attendant froze for a moment, then laughed: "Young Master is joking, this little bit of gambling money, we at Riches Gambling House can still afford to pay out."
"Then what if I want to continue playing?" Wufu laughed, "I want to go to the stone gambling floor, but with this little money, I'm afraid I'm not qualified."
The young attendant glanced at that pile of gambling money, thinking to himself, you've been doubling your winnings non-stop without ever betting wrong, even if you haven't made a hundred thousand, it's at least eighty thousand. Where could you possibly not qualify?
"Young Master is too modest, your money is certainly enough to qualify." The young attendant chuckled.
