Song Zhiyu swung a small bag of silver in his hand and walked out of the gambling house under the envious gazes of the crowd.
Bang.
The small gambling house shut its doors, and shortly after, hung a sign at the entrance.
Song Zhiyu looked at that sign and clicked his tongue, "Winning just five hundred taels and they're doing this?"
The sign read: Lord Song Si and dogs are not welcome!
The group of young dandies following beside Song Zhiyu all laughed, "How many places does that make now?"
Given Song Si-lang's lucky streak, wherever he gambles, he wins, and is consequently shunned; winning every time, who can stand it?
They send him off with forced smiles and profit from gambling money, then put out such a sign, and whenever one house starts, several others follow, anyway Lord Song Si won't pursue it.
Luckily, Song Si-lang only gambles casually; if he gambled heavily, every gambling house would probably shut upon seeing him.
"Song Si, are you treating us today?"
