This scene was utterly maddening!
The madness left everyone in the gambling hall feeling completely at a loss.
In the Fengyue Small World, tipping the Maiden Attendants in the gambling city was a common practice, even an unspoken rule. Typically, after winning money here, gamblers would almost always leave a tip.
At the outer casual tables, tips ranged from a few hundred Immortal Stones, while inside at these larger gambling tables, it usually started at a thousand and went up to several thousand.
Earlier, Li Fengyan had tipped ten thousand Chips, which was already considered generous.
But no one had ever been like this Nouveau Riche Young Lord, who didn't even glance at the amount, just casually grabbed a handful of Chips and tipped the Maiden Attendant.
That handful of Chips was a full five to six hundred thousand Immortal Stones!
Was that a lot?
Absolutely, it was enormous!
One must know that the Maiden Attendants in the gambling city received no salary; they survived entirely on tips. If they were lucky and served a gambler who won, they might get a small tip. However, within this gambling city, most people lost more than they won. The Maiden Attendant serving Gu Qingfeng had, over the past half year or more, only received seven or eight thousand in tips, which had already made her quite happy. After all, she wasn't as uninhibited as other attendants, nor would she sell her body. She just served tea and poured wine, so getting these tips was enough to satisfy her.
Yet.
She never could have imagined that today, someone would tip her five to six hundred thousand Immortal Stones.
This number was simply too much for her, so much that she dared not accept it, dared not believe it was real.
Not just her.
Even Horse King couldn't believe it. He toiled outside, risking his life for over half a year, and only managed to scrape together a little over a hundred thousand Immortal Stones—and that was when luck was on his side. If luck was bad, it was normal to go two or three years without a decent meal. He, too, never expected Gu Qingfeng to be so extravagantly wealthy, casually grabbing a handful of five to six hundred thousand Immortal Stones to tip the attendant.
Horse King felt this way.
And every gambler present was no exception. They might be elders from small secret realms, stewards from major secret realms, or noble Young Lords from immortal clans. Yet, five to six hundred thousand Immortal Stones was absolutely not a small sum to any of them. Forget tipping a Maiden Attendant; even lending it to a friend would require careful consideration and weighing of the pros and cons.
At this moment.
Standing inside the circular gambling table, Old Master Li was deeply frowning, his gaze fixed tightly on Gu Qingfeng.
As the chief administrator of this gambling manor, Old Master Li could be said to have seen countless people, and his discerning eye was naturally very sharp. For any person, even if he didn't know them, a single glance was enough to guess their family background and status roughly.
However.
Today, Old Master Li was thoroughly baffled.
He completely failed to understand just what background or family status this Nouveau Riche Young Lord possessed.
If you said he was a small-time upstart who'd won some Immortal Stones at the outer casual tables, he didn't seem like it.
If you said he was a major upstart who'd encountered some heavenly treasure outside and struck it rich overnight, he didn't seem like that either.
Old Master Li knew very well that whether small-time or major upstarts, such people obtained their Immortal Stones easily and didn't cherish them in the slightest. Moreover, once they had money, they would squander it recklessly. They might not even bother to bend down to pick up a hundred or eighty thousand lying on the ground—it would be beneath their dignity. Yet, just moments ago, when Li Fengyan threw the hundred thousand Chips on the ground, this Nouveau Riche Young Lord had personally gone to pick them up. Not only did he pick them up, but he also wiped them clean with his sleeve afterward.
An upstart would absolutely never do such a face-losing thing, especially when the hundred thousand Chips had been thrown on the ground by someone else—an upstart would never pick them up.
But if you said he wasn't an upstart, he had just casually grabbed a handful of Chips and tipped the attendant.
Such lavish, spendthrift behavior was probably something only an upstart would do.
Just who was this Nouveau Riche Young Lord?
Old Master Li truly couldn't tell.
At this time, Zhu Guang also returned from outside with the Bitao wine. The Maiden Attendant hurriedly presented it, but when she brought it over, it was yet another small wine pot.
"Didn't I tell you to use those big wine jars? Why is it this tiny little wine pot again?"
The gambling manor's wine pots were crafted from gold and jade, exquisitely beautiful, about the size of a palm, capable of pouring a dozen or so cups. Such a wine pot wasn't considered small—at least, for ordinary gamblers, it definitely wasn't small. But that was only for ordinary gamblers. Unfortunately, Gu Qingfeng was no ordinary gambler. Ordinary gamblers liked to savor wine, but Gu Qingfeng did not enjoy savoring it; he preferred the exhilarating, unrestrained act of guzzling it down.
Zhu Guang explained, on the verge of tears, "Young Lord, all the gambling manors in the entire gambling city use wine pots like this. There are no wine jars!"
"Forget it. If there are no wine jars, do you have wine bowls? Big ones, the bigger the better."
"This..." Zhu Guang frowned, truly at a loss for what to do.
In this day and age, everyone pursued an elegant quality of life. If not, the Great Desolate wouldn't be in vogue Elegant Immortal. The era of drinking from big bowls and eating large chunks of meat had long passed. Nowadays, only those uncouth mountain folk Human would drink from wine jars and big bowls.
Gu Qingfeng's request truly put the gambling manor in a difficult position.
"This...
Brother."
At this moment, Horse King, who had been silent all along, spoke up cautiously, "I still have half a wine jar here. How about... you make do with it for now?"
"Then what are you waiting for? Bring it out!"
"Alright!"
Horse King flipped his palm and produced a wine jar. It was no small thing, about a foot tall. After taking out the jar, Horse King quickly poured out the half jar of wine inside.
"Why did you pour it out?"
"This old brother's wine isn't very good to drink!"
Horse King's jar of wine was rather ordinary, with a market price of only about a hundred Immortal Stones, naturally incomparable to the Bitao wine Gu Qingfeng was now drinking, which cost thirty thousand per pot.
Gu Qingfeng wasn't a particular person; he could drink both fine and poor wine. Of course, given the choice, he naturally preferred the good stuff. But since Horse King had already poured it out, he didn't say anything. He placed the empty wine jar at the Maiden Attendant's feet, pointed at it, and said, "Pour it in here. Fill it to the brim."
The Maiden Attendant didn't hesitate. She picked up the wine pots and began pouring them in, one after another. After seven or eight pots, it still wasn't half full. It wasn't until she had poured twenty pots of fine Bitao wine that the jar was finally full.
Gu Qingfeng lifted the wine jar, tilted his head back, and began gulping it down with great, hearty swallows.
Everyone in the hall just watched, stared.
Their eyes grew wider and wider, their expressions more and more astonished. That look in their eyes, that expression, was as if they were witnessing a monster that devoured heaven and earth, sending shivers down their spines and making their scalps tingle.
Such a wild, frantic drinking method—not just Old Master Li, not just these wealthy and noble figures present, but even the rough-and-tumble Horse King, who came from humble origins and often ventured outside, was seeing it for the first time.
After a while, Gu Qingfeng finally set down the wine jar. Everyone focused their gaze and saw, heavens, this fellow had drained the entire jar of wine in one go!
This one jar contained a full twenty pots of fine Bitao wine!
One pot of fine Bitao wine was worth thirty thousand; one jar of twenty pots was six hundred thousand!
This meant that with one gulp, this Nouveau Riche Young Lord had consumed six hundred thousand Immortal Stones!
What was called utterly insane?
This was called utterly insane!
Even more terrifying was that after downing an entire jar of fine Bitao wine in one breath, this guy's face wasn't flushed, his breathing wasn't labored, and he showed not the slightest hint of drunkenness.
Witnessing this scene, Old Master Li suddenly realized a very serious problem: letting this kid drink like this was not sustainable. One breath, twenty pots of fine Bitao wine, six hundred thousand Immortal Stones. If he kept drinking like this, the gambling manor could be bled dry.