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Chapter 37 North Street
North Street.

It was past noon, but the sky was not yet dark, yet the area was already starting to get lively.

"Osmanthus cake, sweet osmanthus cake!"

"Selling mung bean cakes!"

Unlike the bustling market, the alleys of North Street are basically filled with various snacks and meals, prepared for customers who go to gambling dens and brothels.

Although you can order some food in gambling dens and brothels, the prices are quite expensive. Generally, only the rich or those who have won money and are high on their luck will order drinks and snacks directly in the place.

Wu Ming was wearing a simple mandarin jacket and blended into the crowd unnoticed.

This is the most chaotic place in the northern part of Jingye City. People coming and going here include gangsters, martial artists, sons of wealthy families, and poor people doing all sorts of service jobs.

Wu Ming walked along the street and soon arrived at the main street in the center. It was very spacious, and because it was still early, there weren't many people. However, the brothels and gambling dens on both sides had already opened their doors.

"Hey sir, come up here and have some fun."

On the second floor of the brothel on the far left, a little girl called out to Wu Ming in a sweet voice.

Wu Ming glanced at him subconsciously and saw that the other person looked to be about 16 years old. Although he could not be called handsome, his skin was fair and tender. He was wearing revealing clothes that were barely visible, which was enough to make a young man's blood surge and desire rise, making it difficult for him to control himself.

Although Wu Ming was calm, his blood was vigorous, and his young body instinctively stirred with a slight restlessness. Of course, this was an instinct generated by his body and had nothing to do with his will.

“Young people are indeed not suitable for this kind of place. No matter how strong their will is, it is not easy to fight against their body’s instincts, especially at this stage when they need to accumulate blood and energy. Once they are injured, they will suffer great damage.”

Wu Ming seemed to be deep in thought.

He silently recited the mantra "Lin," and in an instant, all thoughts vanished, and no inner demons arose. Everywhere he looked, the girls, some plump and some slender, each with their own unique charm, appeared to him as mere painted skeletons. Even his primal desires were quietly suppressed, and he instantly subdued the demon of lust.

Wu Ming walked forward calmly for a while, then turned and entered a gambling den on the right.

On the left side of this main street are brothels, and on the right are gambling dens. As far as he knows, both businesses have the backing of gangs, and those gangs are deeply entrenched. This place also pays taxes to the imperial court and is therefore protected by the Censorate. But the most direct backer, according to Chen Gui, seems to be the Black Fiend Sect, one of the two major sects.

Among the major powers in Jingye City, the Seven Martial Alliance manages the various jobs of martial artists, while the Black Fiend Sect and the Profound Jade Sect each have their own businesses. The two departments of the imperial court sit in the main positions, extracting taxes from the businesses of all the various powers.

Inside the Four Happiness Gambling House.

As soon as Wu Mingfang stepped inside, a servant immediately came up to him with a big smile and bowed and scraped, saying, "Sir, please come in. What would you like to play? We have games like guessing odd or even, dice games, and flower cards... If you're bored, I can even go across the street and call a girl over to serve you. Just tell me what kind you want."

Wu Ming ignored the servant's words, his expression calm, as if he were a regular customer, and said:
"I'll look around first."

"okay."

Seeing this, the servant didn't press the matter. He still bowed and smiled obsequiously before immediately stepping aside.

Wu Ming strolled around the gambling den leisurely. It wasn't too late yet, and the gambling den was much more lively than the brothel. There were seven or eight tables in the gambling den, and each table was surrounded by a dozen or so customers.

He had been here before, but had never been inside the gambling den. This was his first time, so he naturally observed the situation first. He quickly learned several pieces of information. First of all, the gambling den was not like what he had imagined, where silver was constantly flowing in and out.

On the outermost platforms, there were piles of copper coins, with silver coins being relatively rare.

Only the two tables inside use silver as the betting currency, but they are all in small, loose pieces of silver, with virtually no whole ingots.

Wu Ming also noticed that there was a second floor above the gambling den. Undoubtedly, the second floor should be the so-called 'private rooms' used to entertain the real VIPs who bet big. In the hall on the first floor, you could even see some people dressed in rags, holding a few dozen copper coins, shouting and yelling with the crowd next to the table.

In addition,

The gambling den was patrolled by at least ten Blood Clotting Warriors. Although they were all at the first Blood Clotting stage, there were undoubtedly second-stage Blood Clotting experts keeping watch, and there were certainly third-stage Blood Clotting experts stationed in the North Street. Wu Ming actually only needed to confirm a few things. First, whether his spiritual perception could truly see through all the gambling equipment on the tables. Second, based on the first confirmation, he needed to determine a range for earning money.

Gambling dens that operate with their doors facing the sky like this rarely have the problem of keeping winnings from leaving. If that happened once or twice, no one would come to gamble anymore. Besides, as the house, they only win and never lose, so they don't really need to do these things.

However, even so, it shouldn't be too conspicuous or attract too much attention.

Wu Ming looked at the tables, subtly sensing their movements. After confirming his own methods, he determined a suitable range based on the scale of their wins and losses, and then strolled to the innermost table.

The table was simply set up: a small wooden basin filled halfway with beans, a waiter standing behind the table with a gambling cup, and a coarse cloth spread on the table with patterns of 'single', 'double', and 'four four' drawn on it.

Wu Ming had already figured it out. The game was very simple. It involved randomly scooping up a handful of beans from a gambling cup, shaking it a few times, and then having people place bets. If the bet was divisible by 4, it was '44'; if it was divisible by 2, it was 'even'; otherwise, it was 'odd'.

Wow! ! !

The waiter glanced at Wu Ming, who had come to the table, but didn't pay much attention. After settling the money from the previous round, he picked up the gambling cup again, scooped a handful of beans from the wooden basin, shook it a few times, and then placed it on the table.

"Buy and leave."

The waiter called out.

Looking at the betting cup, Wu Ming had already discerned the exact number of beans the moment the other party scooped them up with his divine sense. There were now a total of forty-seven beans at the bottom of the cup, an odd number.

He mingled in the crowd, pretending to think, then took out a 'half-ounce' silver bean and tossed it onto the odd-numbered side. The silver on this gambling table was basically measured in 'qian' (cash), so half an ounce was 'five qian' of silver, which was already a considerable bet.

soon.

The waiter opened the gambling cup and used a bamboo pole to separate the beans four at a time. The final number was indeed '47'.

Just as Wu Ming had predicted, the people playing at this table were mostly martial artists with blood coagulation abilities. The gambling house's dealer would naturally not easily cheat on this. These martial artists might not have the same powerful divine sense as him, able to directly distinguish the number of beans under the gambling cup, but it would still be difficult for them to escape the dealer's eyes whether he was cheating or not.

"Sir, today is a day of great fortune."

A servant standing beside the platform congratulated Wu Ming with a beaming smile and tallied up Wu Ming's winnings.

Like the other winners, Wu Ming smiled and casually tossed out a few coins.

"Thank you for the reward! Thank you for the reward! May you win big, sir, and become very wealthy!"

The servant took the copper coin and immediately offered his congratulations, his smile becoming much more genuine.

……

About an hour later.

Wu Ming quietly left the gambling den, with a total of six taels and seven mace of silver in his pocket.

According to his judgment, this amount of silver was neither too much nor too little. It would blend in with the many customers without attracting any attention. Then, next time he came, he could go to a different gambling house and find a suitable amount. This way, he could make a steady and sustainable profit.

"Not bad."

After leaving the gambling den, Wu Ming finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

Although North Street is a mixed bag and not a safe place, it at least provides him with another place to freeload, and the profits are quite substantial, since money is exactly what he needs most right now.

"In my current state, if I could eat demon meat or even medicinal cuisine, my efficiency in accumulating blood energy would be further improved. Perhaps in less than half a year, I would be able to accumulate enough blood energy to break through to the second stage of blood coagulation!"

(End of this chapter)