The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

76: Chapter 76 Dice Game 76: Chapter 76 Dice Game After Ye Canghai and Liu Hun nodded their agreement, Ding Yajun said, “For the first round, let’s take it easy, one thousand bucks!

I’ll go first!” With that, he threw a thousand yuan on the table and began to roll the dice with a rattle.

“Got it!” Ding Yajun shouted as he placed the cup back on the table, giving Zhao Mingjie a sidelong glance before addressing the group, “No problem, brothers, I’ll open it now!”

“Open!

One-one-two, four points!

Hey!

Look at my bad hand!

It’s like throwing money into water.

Who’s next?” Ding Yajun lamented, then handed the dice cup to Ye Canghai.

“Spit, spit, spit!” Ye Canghai spat a few times into his palm, rubbing them to warm it up before picking up the cup, “Time to make money!” He said as he shook the cup vigorously.

“Open!

Four-five-five, fourteen points!

The money won’t slip out of my hands this time!” Ye Canghai chuckled, finding this way of making money much faster than farming, like a gust of wind blowing it in.

Liu Hun was the last to lift the dice cup, and as soon as his hands touched it, Qi Force surged onto the dice inside.

“Shake!

Shake!

Shake!” Liu Hun shook it thrice and placed the cup back on the table, his Qi Force already hitting the dice, producing the points he wanted.

“Oh!

Hun!

You’re too green to play this game!

Look at your triple ones, you might as well just hand me the money!

Got it!

I’ll accept your gift!” Ye Canghai laughed as he swept the three thousand yuan into his side.

“Are you nervous?

You seem to be sweating.

Let me wipe that for you.” Zhao Mingjie said seductively to Liu Hun, pulling out a tissue to dab his forehead, and whispered as she leaned closer, “I need to check out the place and the layout here.”

“It’s fine, I’ll handle it myself.” Liu Hun took the tissue from Zhao Mingjie’s hand, speaking to her with a double meaning.

Zhao Mingjie gracefully stood up and asked Ding Yajun, “Could you please tell me where the restroom is?”

“Right behind that big osmanthus tree over there.” Ding Yajun said enthusiastically, pointing to a large osmanthus tree not far away.

“You all continue playing, I’ll accompany the lady.” Erzi said with a sly smile, feeling a sudden itch, just as he was about to leave, Liu Hun called out to him.

“Erzi, my luck isn’t great today, why don’t you take this round for me!” Liu Hun said, pulling Erzi back, having already seen through Erzi’s little schemes, while Zhao Mingjie had already walked several meters away.

“Erzi, since Liu Hun wants you to roll for him, just do it!” Ding Yajun also said to Erzi, genuinely worried about his subordinate.

If any twisted thought suddenly sprang to mind, it would ruin everything.

He wanted to be the first to ‘enjoy’ the woman before Erzi got a chance—if she fell into Erzi’s hands first, it just wouldn’t taste the same.

After the second round, Ye Canghai once again had the highest points.

Seeing Ye Canghai claim all the money on the table, Liu Hun said to Ding Yajun, “Ding Yajun, I feel like this isn’t working out!

How about we go big?”

“Hey!

Hun, you really are trying to climb to the heavens from Mount Tai, so greedy!

However big you want to play, I’m in!” Ye Canghai said challengingly to Liu Hun, feeling like luck was on his side today, even if it wasn’t, he planned on making it so.

“It’s getting late, let’s make this last round with a hundred thousand per cup.

How about it?” Liu Hun asked Ding Yajun and Ye Canghai.

“Liu Hun, I’m up for any stakes.

But do you have the money?” Ding Yajun asked Liu Hun, surprised he would suggest such a thing; it was like stepping onto King Yan’s table to offer himself up for sacrifice.

If Liu Hun was willing to give it up, Ding Yajun was more than willing to accept.

“Just because I didn’t bring it today doesn’t mean I don’t have it.

Ding Yajun, didn’t you lend money to Ye Canghai?

Consider lending me fifty thousand as well.

I will sign and leave my fingerprint.

How does that sound?” Liu Hun asked Ding Yajun.

“Alright, but let me be blunt, I lend fifty thousand, you pay back sixty thousand.

Consider that carefully.” Ding Yajun reminded Liu Hun, seizing the opportunity for profit.

He planned to strip Liu Hun bare step by step, though the IOU wouldn’t directly mention gambling debt.

Any pretense would do as long as signatures and fingerprints secured the repayment.

“I…

I’ll borrow fifty thousand too!” Ye Canghai said hastily, seeing Ding Yajun agree to lend money to Liu Hun.

He willingly put his head into Ding Yajun’s noose.

“Ye Canghai, you haven’t even repaid what you borrowed from me last time.

I let you enjoy yourself here first, hoping you’d use winnings to pay me back.

But now new debts are rolling in even before clearing the old ones, what’s the deal?” Ding Yajun questioned Ye Canghai.

He allowed the debt to rack up because he knew it would ultimately loop back to him, perhaps compelling Ye Canghai to borrow from others, or even using deceit to lure Fen Ran for his pleasure.

But watching Ye Canghai climb up the bamboo pole now, wanting to borrow fresh debt, made Ding Yajun somewhat displeased.

“I have a house!

I have land!

There’s also that large orchard!

They’re all assets!” Ye Canghai hurriedly explained to Ding Yajun, seeing Ding Yajun’s weary look and realizing he was getting nowhere.

With a quick turn of his mind, he proposed to Liu Hun, “Hun, aren’t you interested in farming?

How about if I pledge everything I have in Wanbao Village to you, and you borrow fifty thousand on my behalf for this round?”

Ye Canghai’s crafty suggestion struck a chord with Liu Hun.

After mulling it over, he realized that acquiring these assets would finally rid Wanbao Village of Ye Canghai’s clinging presence.

Having a two-story building to live in, and most importantly, a sprawling orchard, sweetened the deal.

All these were still under Ye Canghai’s name, as Fen Ran, eager to break free, had not demanded anything.

“Deal!” Liu Hun agreed straightforwardly, then turned to Ding Yajun and asked, “Ding Yajun, do you agree?”

“Of course, I do!

It’s settled then, I’ll fetch the money and some pen and paper.” Ding Yajun said, leaving and returning within three minutes with a bag of money and writing supplies.

Once the IOU was written and fingerprinted, the stakes were set—a hefty sum of three hundred thousand on the table.

“I’ll go first this time!” Ye Canghai, eager and itching, either had to roll immediately or chop off his hands.

“Shake!

Shake!

Shake…” Ye Canghai gripped the cup furiously, determined to win it all back as if it were an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Bang!”

Ye Canghai’s hands trembled, dripping with sweat, as he finally placed the cup down on the table.

His eyes darted between Ding Yajun and Liu Hun as he said, “No one make a sound!

I’ll open it slowly, very slowly!

Anyone who speaks up will have to deal with me!”

Once he said this, he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants twice, slowly lifted the cup just a crack, peeked inside, and covered it again, repeating this motion several times.

After quite a while, he suddenly, as if springing to life, shouted, and abruptly lifted the lid.

“Open!

Four-four-five, thirteen points!

I should have shaken it a bit longer!” Ye Canghai panted heavily, drenched in sweat, feeling as if he had exhausted half his life, more so than a whole night’s exertion.

“Liu Hun, will you go next, or should I?” Ding Yajun asked Liu Hun.

“You first!” Liu Hun replied to Ding Yajun, knowing that rolling last meant better control over the situation.

“Then today, let me show you why bread is made of flour and the pot is made of iron!” Ding Yajun said, as he took the cup from Ye Canghai, wiped off the sweat, and began to shake it calmly.

Liu Hun watched as Ding Yajun rolled with a steady composure, clearly experienced, unlike Ye Canghai’s reckless antics, showcasing a prowess several levels higher.

“Open!

Six-six-five, seventeen points!

Just off by a whisker, not a big deal!” Ding Yajun revealed with a shout, though he wasn’t too concerned, it posed a significant problem for Ye Canghai.

“How…

how did it roll seventeen points?

What…

what…

what…” Ye Canghai’s eyes were wooden, and his mouth, as if filled with cement, struggled for a long time to utter only the word “What.”

Liu Hun watched Ye Canghai’s foolish demeanor without a shred of sympathy.

He thought it would be good to parade Ye Canghai through town later with Zhao Mingjie, showing the townsfolk what happens to gamblers in the end.

“Shake!

Shake!

Shake!” Still only three shakes, Liu Hun didn’t linger on the dice, pressing the cup onto the table, then asked Ding Yajun, “Ding Yajun, today I’m taking everything here with me.

Believe it or not?”

Ding Yajun chuckled defiantly, saying to Liu Hun, “The only thing you’re leaving with today is yourself.

Believe it or not?”

“Let’s wait and see!” Liu Hun enunciated each word, then lifted the cup lid with a flick of his hand.

“Six-six-six, eighteen points… how… how was it rolled?” Erzi looked at Liu Hun with disbelief.

“I can’t believe it!

Liu Hun!

You’re not taking anything today, and your woman stays too!” Ding Yajun, as if his ire had been ignited like gunpowder, leaped up, pointing at Liu Hun.

“The saying goes, ‘Practice is the sole criterion for testing the truth,’ you can try and see if my reasoning is sound!” Liu Hun told Ding Yajun with an air of calm, viewing Ding Yajun like a jumping flea—easy enough to squash with a flick of a finger.

Ding Yajun sneered, “Liu Hun, don’t think I don’t know the woman you came with is Zhao Mingjie from the police station!”