Jia Zhen is dead, but not completely dead.
There was a big explosion in the casino, and the King of Hell was not seen, but he became the head of Ningguo Mansion, whose family was about to be destroyed.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a thug from the gambling house blocked the door with an IOU: "Five hundred thousand taels! I can't even chop off your son's fingers!"
That day, Jia Zhen turned over the table in the black gambling house.
The next day, the housekeeper who had been greedy for ten years was sent to prison and a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver were copied.
Everyone in the house was dumbfounded: Is the master crazy? No, my lord, I've replaced you.
Not enough money? Create a soap that transcends the times and make the princes and nobles' private money clear.
Not enough power? To rectify the public order in the capital, the emperor patted me on the shoulder and called me "Jia Aiqing."
The aristocratic family that used to look down on him is now vying to send their daughter to his house.
Even the ancestor of Xifu, whose eyes were higher than his head, now has to pay three points of laughter when he sees an emergency.
In this red building, the water is too deep and the wind is too turbid.
But it doesn't matter.
"In this round, I will be the banker."
The writing is really messy