Before the bets started in the next game, Lu'er finally came over with a man who looked like a manager.

The visitor had a clear goal, so he stopped directly in front of Annuo and bowed to her: "This young master, our boss has specially formed a bet for you, and I hope the young master will appreciate his face."

"Your boss is here too?"

Annuo turned his head and looked at him curiously.

The manager nodded: "The boss admires the young master's ability very much, and hopes to discuss it with the young master!"

Annuo made a thoughtful statement.

He Er and Lu'er both looked at her nervously, afraid that she would disagree again.

If they continue like this, they can't stand it anymore.

Fortunately, she nodded in agreement without thinking for a long time.

"Xiao Mozi, bring the money and let's play in another place!"

Some people at the gambling table were relieved because of her words, while others looked disappointed.

Of course, He Er and Lu'er were relieved, and those who were disappointed were the gamblers who made money by Annuo.

However, they dared to make trouble with He Er and Lu'er, but they did not dare to make trouble with the boss of Changlefang.

I could only watch Annuo follow the manager of Changlefang to the third floor.

When they came in, they were empty-handed, but when they left, Zimo held a large cloth bag in his hand.

It was a cloth bag that was so tall that it was filled with white silver.

Zi Mo didn't dislike the heavy weight of this thing. He followed Annuo happily with something in his arms, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

Who would dislike the heavy money? This heavy weight is clearly his deep love for life.

The third floor of Changlefang will not be opened to the public easily. The third floor is not used for business, but is a resting place for Changlefang owners.

Annuo and Zimo were taken directly to the reception room on the third floor.

There is a square table in the middle of the living room, and two dice cups are already placed on both ends of the table.

There was already a thin middle-aged man sitting on the left, and the right position was still empty, which was obviously left for Annuo.

In addition to this thin middle-aged man who had already taken the seat, there was a middle-aged man dressed in black clothes sitting in the main seat facing the front door, who looked slightly fatter and younger than the thin man.

This person should be the boss mentioned by the manager.

Annuo looked at him secretly and recorded the man's appearance.

"Boss, someone has been invited!"

The manager stood at the gambling table and bowed to the man who was also looking at Annuo in the main seat.

The man in black gave him a gesture of retreat and looked at the young boy in blue who was starting to speak in a deep voice: "I heard that the young master played dice well, but it was wrong for me, Changlefang, to play a lot of games with me, Changlefang. Therefore, Feng specially invited Mr. Fu, a gambling master from Changlefang, to play a few games with the young master."

Annuo's eyes fell on the thin man with half-dogged eyes on the gambling table.

Gambling Saint?

It sounds quite amazing, but her purpose was not to make money.

Annuo looked around the people in the living room and wondered whether to do it directly now or play two games first and find an opportunity before taking action.

Before she could finish thinking, she noticed someone pulling her sleeve.

Annuo lowered his eyes and met Zimo's bright eyes.

Zimo blinked at her: Sir, bet, you have money to get it!
Chapter completed!