This was her just starting?
How will her next plays be like?
The pitch-pot director was moved again.
This girl truly was knowledgeable about pitch-pot.
The bets gradually trickled out and the Jinyun Hall fell silent again, but the girl and the director on stage hadn’t moved at all.
Was she not continuing?
This was some people’s guess. The bets here were already greater than several thousand taels. If she lost, that girl must compensate ten thousand taels of silver.
It probably scared her.
Ten thousand taels was not just something you could throw about at will.
Seeing the silence on stage, Ning Yunyan started to grin. Because of the good position of the room, she could see the person on stage’s expression.
Jun Zhenzhen’s face was covered by a gauze, but the stunned look on the director’s face was clearly discernable.
What? Was it terror?
"Throw, keep throwing," Ning Yunyan said through gritted teeth.
"She just won quite a bit of money, but she lost more when she was fighting with us," observed Zuo Yanzhi, her eyes flashing. "If she loses now, she’ll have a big price to pay."
"She can’t not play," said another girl hastily when she heard.
Right, she can’t not play. The more she played the greater her losses would be if she lost.
"Six hundred," Ning Yunyan shouted to the outside.
The servant girl’s expression betrayed her hesitation.
Actually, Young Miss said Jun Zhenzhen had lost a lot previously, but she probably forgot that they also had lost quite a bit.
"Young Miss…" she couldn’t help but say.
"What are you doing? You still haven’t left," Ning Yunyan wrinkled her brows at her and barked.
Ning Yunyan rarely showed her anger. The servant girl jumped in fright but didn’t finish her sentence and rushed out.
A girl sitting on the other side was too scared to voice out what she was thinking.
She wanted to say, that before Jun Zhenzhen had said she was doing the most basic stuff, but instead pulled out a terrifying skill.
Once was a coincidence. Twice was true ability.
She also wanted to say that everybody’s bets for Jun Zhenzhen’s inverted ear seemed to be for a much harder throw. Actually, for someone who could throw a full pot and backwards through the ears, an inverted ear was nothing difficult.
The girl looked at Ning Yunyan, and then the other girls in the room.
Everybody just said that Jun Zhenzhen had been hooked by the fight from before, but now she thought that the one who had been hooked was Ning Yunyan.
Seeing the girl on stage not move, Jinchuan clasped her hands and thanked Heaven and earth.
"Young Lady knows what’s too much," she said.
But Fang Jinxiu’s lips curled.
"Is this knowing her limits or is it stupidity," she commented. She shouted to the outside, "One thousand."
Jinchuan almost rushed to cover Fang Jinxiu’s mouth in surprise.
The attendant outside announced her bet as always.
This sent the silent main hall into whispers.
Fang Jinxiu still wasn’t finished yet. She pulled back the curtains and shouted outside.
"Keep playing Young Miss, you can’t be scared."
The sudden voice sent everyone into shock.
What were they saying? What were they saying?
This was an elegant stage for pitch-pot, not a gambling den.
The young men and women of today were more and more lawless.
Miss Jun smiled when she heard Fang Jinxiu but didn’t really care. Next to her, the director nervously rubbed his hands.
Of course, he was not frightened by Fang Jinxiu’s shouts nor was he frightened by the sum of the bets. Rather, he was afraid because of the quiet words he and Miss Jun had exchanged earlier.
"This has never happened."
He looked at Miss Jun, stumbling over his words.
"Yes, I know there is no precedent. I apologize for changing your rules," Miss Jun said warmly. "The important thing is that letting everyone bet like this is not too fair."
The director smiled bitterly.
She was saying she was still doing it for the good of the crowd?
"Moreover, you said there were no limits before, but I can’t just throw forever," Miss Jun continued.
So you’re saying that it was possible for you to never stop throwing.
The director was somewhat speechless.
It was undeniable that this girl was of consummate skill, but it was really conceited.
"That’s fine. You asked before what the rules of pitch-pot were here, and I told you that there were no rules. There are no limiting rules, even on the style of throw," he explained thoroughly. "Since it’s like that, I will do as Young Miss requests."
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