They turned to the others and said, "Who do you think will win?"
"You must be cold-faced. He has already given two thumbs up."
"No, I think the fourth one standing may win. Don't you see? He keeps trying to lean on the pole."
As more and more people gathered around the waiter, he stood up to encourage everyone.
"What's the point of just watching? Do you want to take a gamble?"
All the people who come here are gamblers. Seeing such a match with a match point, they want to bet.
"Okay, you sit on the banker and we'll place the bets."
The waiter quickly asked Mu Zhao and the others to stop while he prepared the gaming table first.
After Mu Zhao stopped, he ran next to Zhao Wei and said, "Brother Zhao, logically speaking, I should support you without hesitation, but..."
Zhao Wei turned to look at her.
Mu Zhao said: "I think I can win too."
Zhao Wei's eyes twitched as he looked at her crooked arrow.
Mu Zhao began to take money out of his pocket, "I don't think anyone will believe that I win. I have to bet on myself to win."
Zhao Wei said: "I advise you to bet on me to win."
"No," Mu Zhao said seriously, "I would rather lose money than have no one bet on me."
Zhao Wei stopped trying to persuade her, "It's up to you."
He looked at the remaining six arrows and then at No. 4.
Number 4 also happened to turn to look at him.
Mu Zhao felt that the atmosphere in the air was a little solid. She looked at this and that, knowing that the two people should have a hostile relationship.
The guy on the other side shouted, "Anyone else want to place a bet?"
Mu Zhao hurriedly walked over, "Me, me, me."
"Oh, you ugly boy," the waiter looked at her with a smile, "Who do you want to bet on to win?"
Mu Zhao repeatedly tapped his head with his knuckles.
"Don't I have a name? Don't I have a surname? If you just call someone ugly, are you polite?"
The boy quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I dare to ask the young master what your name is."
"My surname is Zhao, remember it." Mu Zhao put the 100 taels of silver notes on the table, "I bet on myself, No. 3, to win."
"Ah?" The clerk hesitated for a moment and said to him: "In fact, according to my experience, No. 2 is more likely to win. You see, many people bet on No. 2."
Mu Zhao refused, "Then I have to bet on myself to win."
Others laughed at her, "You are stupid and have too much money."
"Let's bet a little more, a little more than his, so we can make a little more money by then."
Although Mu Zhao doesn't usually engage in gambling, he had heard someone say it before during the Olympics. What this person meant was the odds.
The greater the difference between the amounts she and Zhao Wei bet, the higher the odds and the more money she can win.
So Mu Zhao stopped adding and returned to his position.
Zhao Wei turned to look at her, but in the end he said nothing.
When the guys' bets are good, let them start betting again.
Mu Zhao continued to throw the nine arrows slowly.
Zhao Wei next to her had already begun to throw an arrow.
The onlookers shouted excitedly, "Is No. 2 going to try leaning on the pole?"
Mu Zhao glanced at him and saw from his angle that he really wanted to throw in the direction of the leaning pole.
After Mu Zhao threw three more shots, he had already figured out the strength and distance.
She began to try to throw backwards.
The moment the arrow was thrown, Mu Zhao pointed at the arrow body with his finger.
The arrow made a half circle in the air and flew out close to the pot without even touching the pot.
"Hey hey hey~"
"well!"
Mu Zhao looked around with some strangeness. The onlookers had a uniform reaction. Did they see her actions and feel sorry for her?
She looked over and found that some of the people's eyes were looking at Zhao Wei, and some were looking at No. 4.
Mu Zhao looked at Zhao Wei first and saw that Zhao Wei was almost leaning on the pole.
On the other side, No. 4 is in a similar state to him.
The crowd of onlookers said: "I feel like they can all lean on the pole at the same time in the next round."
"In this case, who wins?"
"Of course it's No. 2. No. 2 just cast three inertias first."
"No wonder everyone chooses No. 2."
"No. 2 is really capable. I feel that No. 2 has a greater chance of winning."
Someone looked at Mu Zhao and said with a smile, "Young Master Ugly, please stop voting and watch with us."
"Yes, we haven't seen this kind of situation for many years."
"You see No. 1 is very self-aware enough not to vote."
Mu Zhao carefully picked up an arrow and responded to them with a smile, "I still think I can win."
The others burst out laughing.
"It's really interesting."
"You have blind confidence in yourself."
"Forget it, the ugly young man has paid for it, so he can't let me play with him, right? Hahaha..."
Mu Zhao said: "My name is Zhao. It would be really rude to call me ugly son."
Everyone laughed again.
Mu Zhao rolled his eyes silently, why are you laughing?
Is she what makes them laugh?
But after the slander, her attitude became correct again.
This may be the last one, and the odds should be very high now. If she loses, she will lose miserably.
Zhao Wei and No. 4 were also a little nervous. It had been so big for a while, but they held the arrow in their hands and didn't throw it out.
Mu Zhao couldn't stand this situation.
She felt that long-term pain was better than short-term pain.
So she said: "I'll count one, two, three, and we'll vote together."
"Good" has no different meanings between them.
Everyone at the scene seemed to be holding their breath and was very quiet.
"One" Mu Zhao raised his arrow.
"Two" Mu Zhao moved his fingers slightly.
"three!"
Three people voted out together.
There was a ding-dong sound from the pot.
Everyone cheered, "Win!"
"It's actually a double leaning pole."
The waiter also stood up excitedly, "The Desire Gambling Shop has been open for more than ten years, and nothing like this has ever happened before."
"This is the only time that I saw it. I will definitely win a lot of money today!"
"No. 2 wins! I win!"
"Get rich, hahaha..."
Mu Zhao looked at the shot he made, and then at the overly excited people around him, feeling a little self-doubt.
She asked, "Doesn't this count as a reverse swing?"
Her voice is not loud, but the word "reverse pole" has a thunderous effect.
So everyone around her heard it.
Only then did everyone remember that they seemed to have simply ignored this ugly young man.
They looked at the ugly young man and then at the pot he had thrown into the pot.
Then everyone fell silent.
This strange silence seemed to be contagious, and the scope of the silence gradually expanded. The clerk who was counting the money noticed something was wrong, and looked over, "What's wrong?"
Mu Zhao asked him, "Does this of mine count as a reverse stroke?"
"Reverse pole, how could you..." The guy looked over with a teasing smile, but fell silent before he finished speaking.
Mu Zhao was a little confused, "So does it count or not?"
Zhao Wei's face showed an expression for the first time, one of shock, "Forget it!"