Throwing Gold is a casino.

Although from the outside, it looks like a martial arts sanctuary full of masters, or a hundred gardens in Tibet, but in the end it is still a casino.

It's like saying that no matter how fancy and ornate your sword is, you can't escape the essence of killing or being killed.

However, in a sense, it is more than just a casino.

Because the casino is different from the casinos in other places.

In other casinos, the only things that can be taken to the table as bets are Huang Chengcheng's gold and white silver, even if you want to gamble with pearls, jade, or even the emperor's jade seal, you can only get it on the counter to exchange for yellow Chengcheng's gold and white silver.

Not so in the Golden Throwing Lodge.

Whatever you want, you can get it on the table as a place to bet, whether it's the title deed, the house, the wife, the children, or your own life.

In fact, when you talk about gambling on your life, it doesn't mean that they will kill you after you lose your life.

They don't kill people even if you lose your life, they don't kill people, all they want is your freedom in life.

If you're unlucky enough to lose your life, then you'll be a slave to the Golden Throwing Villa from now on.

Actually, being a slave in the Golden Throwing Villa is not very miserable.

They have food, drink, and shelter, and they only need to work for six hours a day, and you can choose what to do.

Killers, dart masters, nurses, gardeners, dung pickers, even prostitutes, turtles, what you think makes money, what jobs you find easy can be chosen by you.

Of course, the six hours of work you do for them every day is not in vain, because the Golden Villa will still pay you wages, and you will never be in arrears if you do it for a day.

The difference is that the form they use to pay their bills is bookkeeping.

When you have accumulated the same amount of gold or silver as you lost to the dealer, you will be free again, you will no longer be a slave, and you will be able to go in and out of the casino again.

No one will despise you because you were a slave in the Golden Villa, nor will they refuse to gamble with you because you were a slave in the Golden Villa.

As long as you have the money in your hand, you can gamble with anyone, even if you bet your life for a certain amount of silver and become a slave to the Golden Villa again.

In fact, the real Golden Throwing Villa is not as magnificent as the legend suggests, nor is it as graceful and luxurious as its name suggests.

It's even like all the casinos in the world, shabby, dirty, crowded, smoky, full of the clamor and screams of gamblers, and people shouting around the tables all night long.

Here, anyone can bet.

Here, there is no distinction between adults and villains, officials and bandits.

As long as you walk into the gold throwing villa, everyone's identity is the same, they are all gamblers, those who have money can bet bigger, those who don't have money can bet smaller, and those who don't want to gamble can watch from the side.

If there's really any difference, it's just one thing.

The only difference is between those who lose and those who win.

Those who lose money lose their souls, and those who win money sing loudly.

And today, the Golden Throwing Villa is also as lively as in the past, generally noisy, everyone gathered around the gambling table to shout, jump, shout, all look like a standard gambler.

It's just that there are only three of them who are the most eye-catching.

These three people are not like the others, they are loud and loud, but they are afraid that others will not know that they have lost or won, they never sigh when they lose, and they will never be complacent when they lose.

The three of them were very quiet, as quiet as shy schoolchildren in class, sitting on either side of the table, quietly watching the dice on the table.

Of these three people, one of them is a middle-aged man, the second is an old man, and the third is a very beautiful big girl.

The middle-aged man was the dealer, and the old man and the beautiful big girl came together, looking like father and son.

The father actually brought his daughter to the casino, which in itself is a very eye-stimulating thing.

These people who came and went in and out of the casino were a mixed bag, and they were by no means good, so from the moment this beautiful big girl walked into the casino with this old man, everyone was attracted.

They threw down their bets and followed the big girl, their restless, even glowing green eyes sweeping over the pretty big girl.

I can swear to heaven that these people's eyes are definitely the last thing a big girl wants to see.

Under the gaze of those wolf-like eyes, the big girl's face turned slightly red at first, and then, with her head down, she followed the old man closely to a table with few people.

And those guys who followed the eldest girl immediately grabbed it, blasted everyone away, pulled stools, and set the table, and were so diligent that they lost to meet their grandmother.

Not to be outdone, those who had been forced to pull away from the table, looked together unwillingly at the place where the girl least wanted the man to see.

Then, only the dealer was left on the table, that is, the middle-aged man.

The dealer was about forty years old, lean and thin, and dressed in a green robe, which set off his whole person so shrewdly and capable.

Seeing the crowd coming around, he first glanced around with the corner of his eye, and then looked at the old man and the beautiful big girl, but there was still no expression on his face, as if he did not notice that this big girl was different from the others.

In his eyes, all people are the same, whether they are men or women, good, bad, ugly, beautiful, everyone is the same.

The old man sat down across from him, and then, taking out a large stack of silver tickets from his bosom, placed them on the table in front of him, and looked at the middle-aged man with the same expressionless face.

The silver tickets are issued by the hardest money bank in Shanxi, and the value of each one is not small, this thick pile is about hundreds of thousands.

Such a stack of silver tickets is enough for ordinary people to live a lifetime.

However, the middle-aged man didn't even look at it, as if the old man had not a silver ticket in front of him, but a stack of hand paper.

Or, he already knew that the stack of silver tickets was about to become his possession, and it was not too late to look at it carefully when he had won.

He propped his left hand on the table, and then, with his right hand, looked at the old man at the gambling set placed on the table, and said coldly: How do you want to gamble?

The old man pointed to the clock and said in a deep voice: "Dice, compare the size."

On the table, there is a porcelain bowl with three dice in it.

The old man took out a few random tickets from the stack of silver tickets, and then, casually threw them in the middle of the table, and said lightly: Five thousand taels, bet my points to be more smiling than you.

The middle-aged man didn't even lift his eyelids, just raised the dice, rubbed them in his hand a few times, and then threw them into the bronze bell casually and shook them a few times.

Then, suddenly, the bronze bell fell to the ground.

The three dice gurgled in the bowl a few times, then slowly stopped, and what was shown was four, five, six, fifteen.

Great points.

It's just a pity that they are not bigger than whom, but smaller than whom.

Therefore, the higher the number of points, the greater the chance of losing. 10