Chapter 120 Buy and leave
"Hey, hey, how many plates of fried rice is this?"
"It's the two hundred and twelfth one. I'm counting!"
"It's so fucking scary. Even though he's big, he eats so much! The word glutton isn't enough to describe him!"
"Yeah! This guy eats too much. What kind of family conditions must be able to afford him?"
Listening to the heated discussions among the people around him, Cobra finally understood what was going on.
Everyone in the hall was curious about how many servings of fried rice this little giant could eat, and some people even started betting.
"It's time to open the market! Guess how many plates this warrior will win in the end, place your bets! Small bets are fun, big bets make you rich!"
A shout immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Hey, how do we play?"
Someone immediately asked the dealer with interest.
"You can guess single numbers or buy ranges, 230-239, 240-249... there are 10 numbers in a range, and you can also buy odd and even numbers! If you guess the range correctly, you will get 1 to 10. If you buy single numbers, you will get 1 to 100. If you guess the odd and even numbers correctly, you will get 1 to 1."
When everyone heard that the game was simple and the bookmaker would suffer a big loss, they knew it was an amateur, and some people immediately became interested:
"I want to place a bet!!"
"I bet he can get the 250th to 259th portion! I bet Baileys!!"
"Hey, are you stupid? With such high odds, aren't you afraid that the dealer won't have the money to pay out later?"
The man who was shouting for a bet was pulled by his friend to remind him, but before he could finish his words, the dealer took out several thick stacks of Baileys and put them on the table without saying a word. There were at least 20 million Baileys, and the room suddenly became lively.
"You're being too narrow-minded, brother! I think it's at least 300 copies. I'll bet on a single number, 300 copies! I'll bet Baileys!"
The brother who was just trying to dissuade others shouted loudly.
"A little gambling is good for fun, so I'll join in the fun. 300 servings is a bit too much, how can I eat so much! I'll take a middle number, I'll buy 280 servings of Baileys!"
“I’ll buy it…!”
As soon as someone took the lead, the scene suddenly became lively and everyone rushed to place bets.
"I'll pay 475! Come on, Qing, take the money."
Cobra finally squeezed to the front and shouted that he wanted to place a bet. Gaka behind him reminded him in a low voice with an embarrassed look on his face:
"Master... we only have 10 Baileys left for food. If we lose it all, we will have no money for food and accommodation!"
"No, I have a feeling I'll win today. 10 will become 1 million. I'll take you guys out for a good meal!"
Cobra snatched a small stack of Baileys from Jaka's hand, slammed it on the table and shouted:
"Odd number 415! 10 Baileys!"
"no problem!"
Gel smiled and accepted all of them.
Finally, I looked at the statistics and saw that everyone was greedy and bought the high odds range and odd numbers, and almost no one bet on the low odds to guess the odd or even number.
But they are all small bets for fun, no one gambles big. After all, who would bring all their property out to eat? The diners present who can eat out frequently are considered to be a small group of relatively wealthy people, and having hundreds of thousands of Baileys on them is already a lot.
The betting chips were concentrated between 250 and 350, and the highest guess was that he could eat about 400 servings, which was too conservative. This allowed Geer to eat it all without cheating. For ordinary people, a normal portion of fried rice would only take two bites for Weibull. According to the appetite of the stinky brother, he would not be full even if he had 500 more servings.
So as the banker, Captain Gur was careful and did not bet in a large range like 300-399 or 400-499. He just bought in ten numbers at a time, which was just a matter of eating more or less. Anyway, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to win.
That’s great, after deducting the cost of food, I can still make a small profit of 2-3 million Baileys.
Gel grinned.
"Where's the waiter? Hurry up and bring it up! Go away, let's do it ourselves!"
Those diners who felt they had a chance of winning began to serve the dishes to Weibull themselves, fearing that they were too slow and that Weibull would get a rest and eat a few more dishes, exceeding the range of his bet.
Those who had already lost were not in a hurry to leave. They just thought of it as spending money to join in the fun and watch a show. They all wanted to see how much Weibull could eat in the end.
Jakka and Cobra also squeezed in the crowd to watch the big eater performance.
The more Cobra looked, the more frightened he became. Why was there another monster here? Could it be that some foreign forces were plotting against their Kingdom of Alabasta?
With everyone's concerted efforts, the plates on Weibull's table piled higher and higher.
"How much is it?"
The diners in the back row who couldn't see asked anxiously.
"Stop pushing, stop pushing, it's 403!"
"What? Oh my god, doesn't that mean the dealer is going to kill everyone?"
Suddenly, everyone in the hall turned their eyes to Gel who was calmly drinking a drink.
"Ahhh! It's 410!"
"Ah! It's 415! Stop eating, stop eating!"
With a wail from the brother who bought 415 and was the last hope of the whole village, it was announced that all those who had placed bets had lost.
"Haha, thanks, thanks!"
Gel stood up and clasped his fists.
Everyone looked at Gel with envy and jealousy. How could people not be envious when they could earn millions of dollars in just the time it takes to eat a meal?
In the end, all 8 chefs were "killed" and the big eater challenge ended ahead of schedule. The final score was locked at 476 plates. Weibull barely ate until he was % full. No one bet correctly, and the dealer won directly.
"Boss, let me take the order. 476 servings. Can you calculate the total amount?"
Geer walked up to the restaurant owner and said.
The busy and sweaty restaurant owner held on to his chair and stood up tremblingly. Fortunately, it was not difficult to count the money. He got the answer with a slight movement of his fingers and said politely to Geer:
"Hello, customer. The total amount you spent is Baileys. I will give you 57 Baileys after deducting the change!"
Your discount is too big, won't you lose money?
Gel secretly complained in his heart and couldn't help but look at the boss again. He saw that his face still had an expression of heartbreak because of the small change.
There was no sign of acting, he really felt sorry for the boss. It was obvious at first glance that this boss was someone who could do great things.
Gel was not stingy, since the meal was paid for by everyone.
He immediately took out a large stack of Baileys and put them on the table and said:
"Here is 8 million Baileys. After deducting the meal money, give each of the eight chefs 10 Baileys as medical expenses and nutrition expenses. The remaining 10 Baileys can be divided equally among these guys as tips. They have worked hard today."
"No problem, no problem!"
After the boss agreed, he took the money and divided it up.
There were so many old customers watching on the scene, and all the employees had heard that the money was a reward for their hard work from the customers. Gel was not afraid that the shrewd boss would ruin his reputation for such a small amount of money.
"Thank you very much!"
The waiters standing nearby were the first to receive the money. It wasn't much, only 2 Baileys each, but it was almost enough for a few days' salary.
Among them, a brave girl ran up to Geer and thanked him politely. The girl had freckles on her face, but she was still very cute and had a sunny smile.
Once someone takes the lead, others will follow suit and express their gratitude.
Ger just smiled and waved his hand.
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