Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

Jun Ziyou is determined to bet against others, holding the copper coin in one hand and the dice cup in the other, as if threatening with this.

Murong Hao had never done such a passive transaction. He was worried that Southwest Commercial Bank's handle would fall into the hands of outsiders, and he was unwilling to let go of the fat that was in his mouth easily.

"How does Mr. Li want to gamble?"

"Since letting me shake the cup is breaking the rules of your Zhende gambling house, why don't you bet first, young master."

"Cheer up, if that's the case, I'll bet on Xiao."

"Then I can only bet big..."

The man smiled slyly, and slowly raised his hand to remove the dice cup, only to see three dice neatly stacked together, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw it, watching the next development of the situation.

Junziyou held the top "six" dice between two fingers and placed it in front of Murong Hao. This move had already made the latter flustered. He glanced at the croupier at the table, then hurriedly looked at the remaining two dice, impatient to confirm its points.

"666. This is an auspicious number. It seems that the young master lost to me, so the property of Zhende Casino..."

"Wait! You're cheating!!"

Hearing Murong Hao's accusation, Jun Ziyou smiled even deeper, but he wanted to put on a pitiful look of grievance, propped his chin with one hand, and purposely exposed the stone ring on his thumb that he had just brought along from the croupier , argued unclearly: "Mr. Murong, don't spit blood on people. How can I cheat under the eyes of everyone? Besides, it is in the territory of your Zhende gambling house, using your Zhende gambling house. It's my first time here today, how can I have any chance to fake it?"

What he said was well-founded, and Murong Hao had no way to refute it.

At the same time, some of the onlookers complained about Junziyou's injustice, and some even pointed out that Murong Hao, as the owner of Zhende Casino, could not afford to lose.

"We watched Mr. Li shake the dice cup with our own eyes. If we really played tricks, it's impossible for so many of us to be blind. Mr. Murong loses if he loses, why lose so ugly."

The face of the person who spoke was not very good-looking, it should be that he also lost a lot of money today, and he was dissatisfied.

His words quickly resonated with the gamblers who had also lost miserably. Although he didn't dare to doubt it openly, he pointed at others in private.

Sensing that the wind direction was not right, Murong Hao grabbed Jun Ziyou's hand which had been waving several times in front of his eyes, pressed it on the table to make him unable to move, and asked everyone to get closer to see the ring on his hand.

"This is a ring made of magnets, he just used this..."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Ziyou couldn't wait to excuse himself, "So what if it's a magnet? If there is no iron sand in the dice, is there any use for this thing?"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized at a glance that it was a stone ring held by each croupier of Zhende Casino, and understood everything in his heart.

"So it turns out that it's all caused by the gambling house! No wonder I only made real money in the first few days, but I kept losing money in the end. I thought it was my bad luck... Unexpectedly, it was all What a gambling house!!"

For a while, the crowd became angry and cursed.

Fang Shizi, who had made a lot of money, had already slipped away when he found out that the wind direction was wrong. People who noticed this detail were even more angry, and they all wanted to ask Murong Hao for an explanation.

Even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he would still be invincible to the crowd at the moment. Taking advantage of him being surrounded by people, Jun Ziyou sneaked out of the crowd, hid in a place where no one was around, and waited for the farce to end.

It's a pity that I haven't been happy for too long. The servant wine called by the furious Murong Hao surrounded the rioters. A group of unarmed young men and boys can't beat this group of bullies who are used to doing bad things. It would be a lie to say that they don't panic. They squeezed into a corner, and only dared to shout behind their backs: "You guys are bullying shopkeepers! If you dare to move a finger of mine, my father will definitely not let you go!!"

"Third Young Master, are you talking about Mr. Qian? Didn't you hear what Mr. Zhao said today? He was accused of dereliction of duty when he went to court in the morning. He has already been sent to prison now. Your Qian's mansion may also be sealed up." It won't be long before people from the imperial court will come to arrest you, so does the owner need to do it himself?"

Murong Hao, who was supported by his servant, kicked the person who spoke, he didn't care about being hated at all, he saw through that Qian's mansion would never turn around this time, so he acted boldly.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to speculate that the reason why Mr. Qian was imprisoned in his mouth may have something to do with Ding'an Houfu.

Jun Ziyou couldn't help admiring the old Hou Ye's methods in his heart, using two prongs, it was hard to resist, it was really scary.

After taunting the young master Qian, Murong Hao thought of the gentleman coming, and winked, and some servants pinned down the man from left to right.

It was unbearable pain to be crushed and his hands twisted behind his back. Jun Ziyou gritted his teeth and looked up at Murong Hao who was walking towards him aggressively. Just as he met his eyes, a slap landed on his face. Burning pain.

"Wait for this young master to deal with them, and then slowly interrogate you!"

Murong Hao raised his hand and wanted to hit again, Jun Ziyou subconsciously turned his face away, but he heard a voice from outside the table: "Say it again, who are you going to interrogate?"

Hearing this voice, Jun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat, he thought he might as well let Mr. Murong knock him out.If the crime was caught and caught, even if he escaped safely, his life in the next few days would not be easy.

The person who spoke out to stop Murong Hao's atrocities was Xiao Beicheng who should not be here the last time.

What the former thought was that Zhende Gambling House had never had any contact with Prince Jin's Mansion, let alone grievances. If it wasn't for the prince who wanted to gamble for two rounds on the spur of the moment, it would mean that the person he arrested was related to the Prince's Mansion.

Speaking of the people King Jin cares about the most, they are nothing more than his personal bodyguards and the head of the palace, and the one who is talked about by the people, who got into the sedan chair and was carried into the palace because of some accident...

Could it be that this person is...

Murong Hao looked at Jun Ziyou, saw that the left cheek still had the slap mark he had just slapped on him, regretted it, so he could only face the gloomy Xiao Beicheng, thinking about how to deal with it so as to escape the catastrophe.

Xiao Beicheng was full of displeasure here, and it was too late when he realized that the gentleman's purpose was impure. After careful investigation of the man's recent behavior, he discovered that he had met Xing Jinbao secretly, so he guessed that he would definitely come to Zhen Come to the German gambling house.How could he have imagined that he had just entered the door with his front foot and witnessed the scene of that person being beaten.

If there is anything that Xiao Beicheng can't tolerate, it must be that someone touched his things recklessly.

Although Junziyou is not a thing in itself, King Jin was always upset when he was abused. He resisted the urge to hit Murong Hao, with a smile on his face, but there was an invisible murderous aura around him, which made people shudder. .

"King Jin, it's a great honor to meet you. I don't know why you are here..."

Only halfway through the words, Shen Ci stepped forward and pushed away the servant who was restraining Jun Ziyou, pulled him up and asked in concern: "Shaoqing, are you alright?"

"Hand in hand...unconscious."

Seeing that his left arm was drooping weakly, Shen Ci pressed his shoulder, pulled his wrist, and said "be patient", before being caught off guard, he put his dislocated joint back to its original place, and the gentleman in pain twitched his body, stunned. Because he didn't dare to cry out, he sneaked up in front of Xiao Beicheng in desperation, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet people, like a child who has done something wrong.

But what he didn't expect was that Xiao Beicheng pulled him behind him, his movements were gentle, he didn't appear a bit irritable, and he didn't even complain.

However, the movement of his attack obviously caused people to misunderstand something. The cronies behind Murong Hao thought that he had the intention of making a move, and actually drew out the long knife at his waist to confront him.

Seeing that the other party was about to attack, Shen Ci's sword was also out of its sheath, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Even a spark could burn them both.

Murong Hao is a businessman, so he naturally understands that one thing more is worse than one thing less, and he suffers from the situation of King Shangjin, besides, he is guilty of hurting others first, and he can't justify it in terms of emotion and reason, so he first made a concession and ordered his cronies to accept the sword Withdrew and smiled apologetically: "The subordinates are ignorant, please forgive me if I offend the prince. Today's matter is all a misunderstanding, prince, please calm down first, just let the servants serve tea."

"No need, the owner of the Murong Village should have no objection to this king's coming to bring back his own people."

"This...is natural, but..."

The gentleman thoughtfully said that he had betrayed Murong Hao's old background, if he could let him go, he would be a ghost, and it would not be long before this matter would reach the ears of the old Hou Ye, and his life would still be in jeopardy, so it would be better to settle it now, In order to avoid long nights and dreams.

As soon as he was about to speak, he saw Xiao Beicheng turning his head and raising his hand, wishing to give him a slap in the face too.

It can be seen that the palm print on the man's face was still there, and he looked aggrieved again with red eyes. Xiao Beicheng couldn't bear it, and took back the hand that was about to fall on his face, but pushed the man away in disgust.

It's a pity that before Jun Ziyou had time to chuckle, another slap in the face made him dizzy.

The force of this palm was so powerful that it made his ears ringing, and there was a sharp pain, and soon the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and he couldn't even hear the sound clearly.

The sudden slap in the face stunned Jun Ziyou and made Xiao Beicheng dumbfounded. Just now, he didn't even notice that there was an approaching breath, which shows that the person who came was very skillful.Could it be...

No one could have imagined that the person who suddenly hit Jun Ziyou would be Hua Bushi who followed them.

At this moment, he had a cold expression on his face, it seemed that ghosts and gods were not close, just a slap was not enough, he grabbed Jun Ziyou by the collar and pulled him in front of him.Shen Ci wanted to pull people, but was in vain.

Hua Bushi looked at Xiao Beicheng coldly, he was completely different from the cynical dandy before, and his words were irresistible majesty.

"My lord is reluctant to fight, so let the humble official do it for you. Dali Temple disobeyed the emperor's order, acted beyond the rules, and abused his power. Every crime is enough to kill him. Just a slap, won't the lord cry out for him? ?”

Xiao Beicheng faced the people, not giving in half a step, "My king's people have done something wrong, and I should deal with it naturally. Why do you need to take the lead to do it for me?"

"My lord is confused. Is it true that the whole world belongs to the emperor, and this country and society belong to the emperor. Could it be that the emperor can't control even a little young lady?"

Hua Bushi raised his eyebrows, with disdain in his eyes, he took out a waist card from his pocket and showed it to everyone.

...The Panlong Biyu was actually the emperor's royal use.