I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

Zhang Ying's heart skipped a beat when she saw Ying Zheng's murderous expression.

Oh no, this guy has really gone crazy.

"Big brother, don't get agitated, don't get agitated."

He pressed his hands down, trying to calm the other person down.

"Art originates from life but transcends it, do you understand?"

"That novel is completely made up. The author just wanted to have fun, so he made it as outrageous as possible."

Ying Zheng stared at him without saying a word.

Wang Ben and Meng Yi dared not utter a sound.

Zhang Ying felt uneasy under their gazes.

He slapped his thigh and forcefully changed the subject.

"Let's try something new."

He pulled a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and inside were stacks of cards cut from linen paper, with various symbols drawn in charcoal on them.

Playing cards.

He's been so bored these past three years that he's done every entertainment activity he could think of.

"Since we're just killing time anyway, let's play cards and settle the score by winning or losing."

Zhang Ying felt that nothing could bring people closer together faster than gambling.

Ying Zheng and the other two exchanged a glance and silently sat back down.

They automatically interpreted Zhang Ying's behavior as a disciple of the immortals who was unwilling to reveal heavenly secrets and deliberately used mundane matters to cover it up.

"How do you play with this?" Meng Yi picked up a card with a human head drawn on it and asked curiously.

"Well, there are tons of ways to play."

Zhang Ying became interested and began to explain the rules.

"Let's play something simple today, called 'Dou Dizhu' (Landlord)."

Wang Ben asked in a gruff voice, "Fight the Landlord? Fight which landlord?"

Zhang Ying rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to explain, and started dealing the cards directly.

……

Three days and nights.

Inside the cave, apart from the sounds of shuffling and playing cards, only Wang Ben's heavy breathing could be heard.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi also looked rather grim.

In front of Zhang Ying was a small pile of white slips of paper with numbers written on them.

"Chenghui, Lao Wang, you've lost another 20,000 coins today."

"Old Meng, you too."

"Old Ying, you're not bad, you only lost 15,000."

Ying Zheng rubbed his throbbing temples.

These three days felt even more tiring than fighting against the six-nation coalition.

This game called "Dou Dizhu" has simple rules, but there are too many intricacies involved.

You need to remember the cards, calculate the cards, and also understand people's hearts.

He always felt that Zhang Ying could see through every card in their hands.

"No, this game isn't fair to us." Wang Ben slammed his cards on the table. "You're the landlord all by yourself, and the two of us peasants can't beat you."

Zhang Ying was delighted.

"Okay, let's try a different way of playing."

"Let's play 'Golden Flower,' it's fair, everyone relies on their own skills."

A new round of gambling has begun.

Texas Hold'em is more direct and exciting than Dou Dizhu.

After several rounds, Wang Ben was furious with his losses.

In this hand, he received three cards of the same suit.

"Flush! I call!" He pushed out a stack of freshly written IOUs. "Add another ten thousand!"

Zhang Ying glanced at her cards but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Wang Ben assumed he was scared and felt a surge of smugness.

"What? You're too scared to call? If you're too scared, fold!"

"Open your hand." Zhang Ying uttered two words calmly, turning over her three cards.

Three A's.

The smug look on Wang Ben's face froze instantly.

three days later.

Wang Ben no longer wanted to speak.

Looking at the thick stack of IOUs in front of him, covered with his fingerprints, he felt a sense of utter despair about his life.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Even if you sold him, you still wouldn't be able to pay off the debt.

That's not all; what frustrated him the most was that last game.

He had a winning hand of straight flushes and was about to turn his fortunes around.

As a result, Zhang Ying calmly looked at him with three cards in hand.

He raised his bet, and Zhang Ying followed suit.

He raised the bet again, and I still followed suit.

In the end, Wang Ben chickened out.

He recalled the fear of being dominated by three Aces the day before yesterday, and gritted his teeth to fold.

Then, Zhang Ying revealed his trump card.

235.

The smallest card.

"puff--"

Wang Ben nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he grabbed the playing cards on the table, tearing them to shreds in no time.

"I'm not playing anymore! This thing is weird!"

Zhang Ying watched as the playing cards she had painstakingly drawn were cruelly destroyed, but she wasn't angry.

"Okay, let's not play this one, let's switch."

He slowly took out a set of wooden chess pieces and a wooden board with grids drawn on it from the box.

"Come on, let's play 'Elephant Play'."

Wang Ben's spirits lifted when he saw the chessboard.

Isn't this just a sand table simulation of military deployment?

When it comes to leading troops into battle, who has Wang Ben ever feared?

"Come on! Today I'm going to make you give back all the money you won!" He was bursting with confidence.

Zhang Ying smiled.

An elderly man in the park is a 9-dan Go player who can handle any challenge.

Half an hour later.

Wang Ben slumped on the stone bench, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"My horse... how did it get its leg twisted again..."

"My car... why can't it cross the river...?"

"My handsome guy... how could he just disappear without me even moving an inch..."

Tenth inning.

He had ten heads shaved.

They lost utterly, so badly they questioned the meaning of life.

That night, Wang Ben didn't even eat dinner. He covered himself with an animal skin blanket and became withdrawn.

Zhang Ying, in a good mood, took out her abacus and began to take stock of her "assets".

Ying Zheng owes 500,000 coins.

Meng Yi owes one million yuan.

Wang Ben owes two million coins.

He happily folded the IOUs and stuffed them under his pillow.

He didn't care about the money at all; he just enjoyed the thrill of beating up famous figures from ancient times.

This is so relaxing!

……

It was late at night.

Zhang Ying was sleeping soundly, even snoring softly.

On the other side of the stone bed, the three giants of the Qin Dynasty were wide awake.

"This person... is cunning and scheming, unfathomable." Wang Ben broke the silence first, his voice carrying a weak feeling of having survived a disaster.

He still can't understand how his straight flush could have lost to a 235.

This is no longer a matter of card skills, this is sorcery!

"Lord Tongwu, when do you plan to repay those two million coins?" Meng Yi asked quietly.

Wang Ben's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He sat up abruptly and glared at Meng Yi.

But the next second, the anger on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sinister calculation.

"Return it? Why should we return it?"

He lowered his voice, "I have a daughter named Ruoshu, who is sixteen years old, beautiful and virtuous. I will betroth her to you, sir, and this two million coins will be her dowry."

"Is my Ruoshu not worth two million?"

Meng Yi was stunned.

He looked at Wang Ben's face, which was filled with the thought, "I'm a fucking genius," and suddenly realized.

Envy, regret, and a mix of other emotions welled up inside me.

How could he not have thought of that!

That old scoundrel Wang may look big and burly, but he's got more tricks up his sleeve than anyone else!

This is hardly a marriage of convenience to settle a debt; it's clearly an attempt to use marriage to completely bind Mr. Zhang, this disciple of the immortals, to the Wang family's chariot!

Disciples of immortals, knowing the secrets of the future, wielding auspicious divine objects, and possessing vital national treasures.

Once such a person enters the world, his future status in the Qin Dynasty cannot be measured by a mere two million coins.

Being granted titles and positions of high rank is a given.

It's not impossible for him to be granted land and made a king!