Mr. An Su's odds last night were one to ten, so this flimsy gambling ticket in my hand is worth a full ten gold mines.
Even after paying taxes, it's still worth eight small gold mines!
"Mr. An Su,"
Her expression was almost numb as she revealed an all-seeing look, "Let me guess, next, you'll claim you can't make change as an excuse to let you dine here for free, proud that you could step into our humble establishment."
"Then you'll strut around the streets with this huge gambling ticket, pretending to be weaker than you are to scare people and show off, all to achieve your goal of freeloading..."
"Feasting for free in the Imperial Capital for years and in the end, without spending a dime, you'll have created a great reputation, and even the Royal Family would come to appreciate you, granting you a noble title."
"When was I ever so dramatic?" An Su exclaimed, "...And how did you come up with such a thrilling, world-class plot?"