The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 495 - 285: Mutual Gamblers (5400 words)_2

"You're going to be broke," An Su sighed helplessly, "I'll wait to see you perform as a trapeze artist in the air."

"It's impossible for me to lose,"

Luojia propped her cheek, calmly looking at An Su, confidently saying,

"The stock I have my eye on won't let me lose."

Her confident voice, natural and unrestrained, was like the bright autumn sunshine on the windowsill, boldly filling the restaurant with its presence.

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The manager, secretly observing from behind the scenes, watched in horror and trepidation, wondering what had become of society, where the academic atmosphere was so positive that such young boys and girls were straying onto the right path, getting their PhDs from such a young age...

And they were doing it so brazenly.

And 'the stock I've chosen is bound to profit'... Every probability PhD was this confident.

She had already begun to contemplate reporting them to the Order Church and having these two thrown into a detox center for gamblers.

"Bro, you're so worldly."

An Su shook his head helplessly. He looked at the top student Luojia's posture, one that was never seen on an ordinary day, and her deliberate attempt to imitate what she imagined a streetwise person looked like, a performance so exaggerated it was like a farce. Even he couldn't help but laugh.

"So, Mr. An Su, could you help me settle the bill?" Luojia asked with a cunning smile, "One day, I will pay back everything I owe."

"So, would you be willing to let me run up a tab for future days—"

"You won't let me lose, and I won't let you lose either."

An Su heaved a sigh. Since it was already on the bill, it didn't constitute a violation of his principle of respecting a woman's right to treat, and after all, Luojia really didn't have money; her money had all gone into his own pocket,

It would be unreasonable to actually make Luojia wash dishes, after all.

He could tell that Luojia was betting on a game without malice, presenting all she had and betting on him lending her money again. The bill was supposed to clear the slate between them, but now it seemed that the end of their dealings was not yet in sight.

An Su's competitive spirit was aroused. As a gamer, he had an interest in any game,

If Luojia dared to scheme against him, he would scheme right back.

The young lady was certainly not going to be at a disadvantage.

"Okay, I've agreed,"

An Su's mouth curved into a slight smile, "I will lend you the money. I accept the bet—however, since it's a bet, the stakes have to be substantial to make it interesting!"

Upon hearing An Su agree to her request to run a tab, Little Luojia's nervousness eased a bit. But then she heard his next sentence and was puzzled; what did he mean by having larger stakes...

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

But she saw An Su gesture towards the manager at the counter, "Madam, we would like to pay for this table. How much is it?"

The manager approached with a wary face, looking at An Su with vigilance and doubt. How could a youngster who had learned nothing but mischief have money to pay the bill...

In her mind, apart from his good looks, An Su was no different from those dropouts who loitered in the streets playing marbles.

"Sir, we are a upscale chain cake shop specially supplied for nobles, with dozens of branches in All Nai Luo. It's quite expensive,"

She emphasized the words 'specially supplied for nobles,' while sporting a professional smile, her eyes held a hint of pride and disdain, "That will be five Gold Coins and three copper coins. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"Would you like me to contact your parents for you?" she added thoughtfully.

"Would this suffice?" An Su calmly handed over a ticket gilded with golden light, "I didn't bring money with me today, so I can only settle the account with this. I hope you don't mind."

This ticket was meant for Enya to exchange on behalf of An Su,

But An Su felt that, knowing his father, after exchanging it, he would inevitably be scolded by his father,

For example: "You prodigal son, you dare to win money while out studying for your PhD!"

In the worst-case scenario: "It's your own mess to deal with the gold mine you won; be responsible and don't think of running away from hardships!" and so on, before being forcibly sent home to take over the family wealth.

So he had not gone to exchange it yet and conveniently carried it with him.

It was a hot potato.

The manager took it casually for a look; at first glance, she didn't pay much attention, but then she paused, took a closer look, and her pupils shook wildly as goosebumps spread all over her body.

It was clearly a gambling ticket but not a normal one. It was a custom gambling ticket, with a denomination measured in 'mines'!

As an old resident of the Imperial Capital who had come into contact with many upper-class people, she could tell the ticket was genuine, just by the fact that it featured an image of the Holy Light Cathedral drawn by the capital's master, Mr. Mayer, whose art exhibition she was fortunate enough to have seen. The strokes were unmistakably identical.

And it couldn't be counterfeit; people wouldn't dare to do so.

Such high-level gambling tickets all have unique identification numbers and the Bishop's seal of the Radiant Holy See. Fake tickets, once exchanged, would lead to immediate imprisonment by the Order Church that very day.

And this 'one small golden mine' high-value betting ticket was something she had heard mentioned by customers; this year, only one was made, and it was for last night's historic exam. The owner was none other than the person involved and the winner of the exam, the young man who had become famous overnight in the Imperial Capital.

The one who bested the Golden Kite Princess, earned an unratable evaluation, and blew up the examination hall,

-- An Su Moningsta.

The manager was somewhat numb, just before she had been considering whether to take the young man to the Order Church... now, just thinking about it scared her; this sort of demon king could blow up even a detention facility!