Chương 15: A Way to Get Rich

Yellow Leaf Town. Young Master Song wandered aimlessly. After strolling around the commercial district, he bought a new set of clothes for himself and another for the Li family, along with some assorted daily necessities. Only after spending nearly ten taels of silver did he return satisfied. Back in his room, he tossed everything into his Storage Space, took a thorough bath, and changed into his new clothes. Looking at the heroic, spirited youth in the bronze mirror, Song Que clicked his tongue in admiration.

This body is definitely going to charm a whole bunch of wandering heroines to death in the future. Unable to resist admiring himself a few more times, Young Master Song finally went down to the lobby in high spirits to eat. Ordering a lavish table full of food and a jug of wine, Song Que leisurely savored his meal for over an hour. Buying whatever I want, having meals served to me, having people wait on me... this is what the life of a transmigrator should be like! Song Que thought to himself.

It seemed he needed to properly plan his departure from Giant Willow Village. Having been accustomed to life in a bustling modern metropolis, half a year of primitive living in the village had long since bored him to tears. Fortunately, the Tesseract had occupied most of his energy with physical training; otherwise, Song Que might have gone mad long ago. He had formed a rough plan: wait for this body to grow for another year, then leave Giant Willow Village for a heavily populated area to make a living.

With his abilities and foresight, he was bound to develop quite well. Reeling in his thoughts, Song Que called the waiter over to foot the bill.

"Young Master, your total is nine hundred copper coins." Hmm, not expensive. Grandee Song pulled out a tael of silver, placed it on the table, and asked the waiter:"Tell me, is there anywhere fun to play in this town at night?" The waiter was sharp. Seeing him ask this, he offered a sleazy smile:"Hehe, Young Master. If you're looking for fun at night, the best place is naturally the Spring Breeze Pavilion; the girls there are passionate and attentive.

Otherwise, there are two casinos in town, run by the Black Tiger Gang and the Iron Blade Society, respectively. They are incredibly lively at night." Casinos. Dice. These two words flashed like lightning through Song Que's mind. This isn't a bad place to make some money! For ordinary people, gambling meant losing nine times out of ten. But for Song Que, armed with his Domain, it was a completely different story. Although the Domain could only project a black-and-white image in his mind, that was more than enough.

Most dice were carved with indentations to mark the pips. As long as he sensed carefully, he should be able to clearly "see" the dice hidden under the cup. He just didn't know if this world had that specific game. Even if they didn't, making a trip to find out wouldn't cost him anything. This plan is totally feasible, isn't it? The more Song Que thought about it, the more he felt it would work. It was highly viable! The waiter watched the young man in front of him constantly shifting expressions.

Boss, are you going to pay or not? And are you going to tip me or what? Based on his years of experience, a young man like this should be generous and tip him the change. But unexpectedly, this person just held the silver, staring blankly, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking overjoyed. The waiter was crying on the inside but didn't dare interrupt.

"Waiter, take this. Keep the change as your tip." A voice suddenly rang out, sounding like the voice of an angel to the waiter. Looking at the silver piece in his hand, after deducting the bill, there were still a hundred coins left—enough to cover several days' wages.

"Waiter, could you point me in the direction of the Black Tiger Gang's casino?" With a hefty tip in hand, the waiter enthusiastically explained: A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

"Young Master, just walk down this street, take a left at the intersection ahead, and walk about a hundred paces. You'll see the signboard for 'Old Ninth Casino.' It's extremely easy to find." A signboard... as if I can read! I'm completely illiterate! The transmigrator swallowed his tears and cursed inwardly. But listening to the waiter's directions, it didn't sound hard to find, so Song Que didn't bother asking anything else. He casually stood up and went to execute his grand wealth-building scheme.

Stepping outside, he followed the waiter's directions and didn't have to walk far. It really was easy to find; his tip hadn't been wasted. Song Que didn't even have to look hard. Before he even reached the place, he heard the shouting from inside. Peering in, he saw crowds gathered around several tables. This was the place, no doubt about it. Seeing Song Que step up to enter, the two burly guards at the door merely glanced at him before offering bright, polite smiles, welcoming him inside.

Today, Grandee Song was dressed in a brand-new outfit, looking handsome and dashing. He absolutely looked the part of a wealthy patron, so naturally, he wasn't stopped at the door. In his past life, Grandee Song had traveled extensively and had visited casinos a few times. Naturally, this backwater gambling den couldn't compare in quality; it was, frankly, a tragic sight to behold. It was just an ordinary room with a few oil lamps hanging on the walls.

The constant jostling of bodies made the space feel cramped and suffocating. When he walked in, no one came to greet or solicit him. The service quality was absolutely abysmal. He frowned as he looked around. The air was thick with a pungent stench, and the deafening shouts echoed loudly. For someone with heightened senses like Song Que, it was pure torture. But out of respect for the shiny white silver, he endured it. Looking around, fortunately, they had a full variety of games.

Dice games, in particular, were not lacking. As expected, a game that was easy to play and easy to win was bound to be popular everywhere. This is great. Saves this Grandee Song the trouble of finding a workaround. Finding the right table for "Sic Bo" (guessing the dice), Song Que quietly walked over, standing hidden behind the crowd to observe. Quietly activating his Domain, a moment later, Song Que's face lit up with joy. It actually worked!

He could clearly "see" the resting positions of the dice hidden under the cup. Fortunately, the pips were carved into the bone; if they were merely painted on, he would have been completely helpless. Silently watching the surrounding gambling addicts placing their bets, Song Que mentally calculated the amounts each person was putting down. Grandee Song had already deemed this place his golden goose; how could he kill the goose to get the eggs?

He didn't want to win so much money that he got kicked out of the casino, or worse, targeted by the Black Tiger Gang. Right now, he was still weak. Facing the Black Tiger Gang—the "final boss" of this beginner village—would be seeking death. Therefore, it was best to secretly grind and develop his strength without being arrogant. Thus, if you paid attention, you would notice a young man in the crowd.

He would place a bet occasionally, only ever putting down one tael of silver, yet his winning rate was incredibly high. When he won, he would switch positions before betting again. Occasionally, when he lost, he would wail tragically, prompting others to shake their heads in disdain. In no time at all, his hands were empty. He was seen staring red-eyed at the table, pleading. Naturally, his last bit of silver had been swept away by the dealer.

Finally, taking up space without betting, he was shoved out of the crowd by the others. The young man shook his head with an unwilling face and sighed, stepping out into the night wind to head home. His figure looked incredibly desolate, making the two burly guards at the door secretly pity him. They even debated whether they should approach this handsome youth and introduce him to a gigolo gig at the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Fortunately, Song Que couldn't hear their inner thoughts; otherwise, he might very well have found a large wooden club to "enlighten" them. At this moment, Grandee Song was secretly overjoyed. Once he turned the corner, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and let out a sleazy snicker. The Black Tiger Gang truly is a righteous and benevolent sect! Every time Grandee Song visits, there are gifts to take home, and valuable ones at that!

Looking at the fifty taels of loose silver lying in his Storage Space, Song Que was in an exceptionally good mood. He slept soundly that night. Waking up the next morning, he took a bath, ate a hearty breakfast, and happily checked out, heading toward the Zhong residence. Knocking on the door and waiting, a moment later, a small head peeked out. Seeing Song Que, she blushed, hurriedly closed the door, and ran away. It was Zhong Hui's daughter, Zhong Xin. Song Que awkwardly rubbed his nose.

Shortly after, Zhong Kui came out, opening the door with a laugh:"You're here early, kid. A'Hui is still busy with gang matters and won't be back until noon." Song Que smiled casually:"No rush, Uncle Zhong. Actually, since I have some money left over, I was thinking of buying a donkey cart. Do you know where I could get one?"

"Buying a cart, eh? You should get one; it'll make transporting goods much easier. And since you have the money, you can definitely afford a decent one." Zhong Kui pondered for a moment.

"I rarely come into town, so I'm not familiar with the channels. But no matter, I'll have A'Hong take you. That kid idles away all day doing nothing important, but he knows his way around the back alleys and side streets." Saying that, he led Song Que inside, dragged a fast-asleep Zhong Hong out of bed, and forced him to accompany Song Que to buy the cart. On the way, looking at Zhong Hong's still-drowsy, dazed face, Song Que smiled apologetically.

Zhong Hong waved it off nonchalantly:"I'm giving you face today, Little Que. Otherwise, my old man wouldn't have woken me up so gently. At the very least, it would have been a solid kick to the ass." This guy had a straightforward personality. Song Que smiled:"Brother Hong, you haven't had breakfast yet. How about we get something to eat first? It won't delay us much."

"No matter, we can eat after we finish the business. Luckily, I heard the other day that Old Liu wants to sell his cart. His family used to transport vegetables into town to sell, but I heard they're stopping the business and want to sell the donkey cart."

"I've seen that cart a few times; it's made of good, sturdy wood. The donkey is also healthy. You won't take a loss buying it, but the price might not be low. You need to be mentally prepared, Little Song."

"Don't worry, Brother Hong. As long as the quality is top-notch, we're good." - With a golden goose at his beck and call, Grandee Song had absolutely no fear of spending money. Seeing his confident demeanor, Zhong Hong felt relieved. Besides, before he left, his old man had given him five taels of silver just in case. Buying a second-hand cart shouldn't be difficult at all.