He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 29 Gives You a Chance

Listening to the old master's words,

Qin Chuan was also taken aback. He had never paid tuition; he was just a kid eavesdropping outside the window.

The old scholar specially wrote a calligraphy copybook and sent it to him, and even assigned him homework, clearly showing that he truly regarded him as his student.

Qin Chuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something to express his gratitude, but felt that nothing he said would be enough.

In the end, he simply folded the paper carefully, tucked it into his bosom, and bowed deeply to the old master.

The old master nodded slightly, said nothing more, turned around and returned to the front of the hall, picked up his book and continued his lecture.

As noon approached,

Qin Chuan also had to go to the gambling den, so he bowed to the old teacher in the school and then turned to leave.

The old scholar sighed softly as he watched Qin Chuan leave.

He turned around, walked to the window where Qin Chuan had been squatting, and looked down.

Beneath the rammed earth wall, marks left by twigs remain on the sandy ground.

Those were the words Qin Chuan wrote down today.

This is not the first time.

Ever since discovering that Qin Chuan was secretly learning, every time someone left,

The old scholar would quietly come to this corner, squat down, and carefully examine the words written on the sand.

He'd witnessed it all, from the initial awkwardness where he couldn't even put together a complete stroke, to the present day where, though still immature, his writing was quite decent.

Moreover, this scene reminded the old master of his youth.

Back then, he was in the same situation. His family was poor, and he couldn't afford tuition, so he could only eavesdrop outside the school window.

In winter, my hands and feet get sores from the cold, and in summer, my body is covered in mosquito bites.

Seeing this kid now is like seeing myself back then.

Moreover, this child's character is truly rare.

While the other children went off to play after class, he squatted by the wall, writing on the sand with a twig over and over again.

That tenacity, that thirst for reading, always warmed the old scholar's heart whenever he saw it.

It was all of these things that finally made him hand out that piece of paper today, thinking of giving this child a helping hand.

"But it still depends on him!"

Thinking of his childhood experiences, the old master couldn't help but sigh softly.

Because he grew up in poverty, he knew better than anyone how much effort poor children had to put in to achieve academic success.

Train hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer.

I just hope this kid can keep going like this.

......

Outside the Ever-Victorious Casino,

Qin Chuan led Xiao Wu and the others to the destination.

He told the men to continue their errand service while he went to the accounting office to find the manager, Zhao Fuquan.

Upon arriving at the accounting office, Qin Chuan pushed open the door and entered. The room was empty; Zhao Fuquan was nowhere to be seen.

He had anticipated this scenario.

Zhao Fuquan already disliked him, so it would be strange if he didn't give him a hard time.

However, this trick is really a bit outdated.

Qin Chuan didn't go out to look for anyone. He just sat inside the house and poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot on the table.

The tea had gone cold, but he didn't mind. He picked it up, took a sip, and casually glanced around the room.

As he was drinking, he noticed an account book on the counter next to him, open and with the ink still wet, clearly written on recently.

Qin Chuan's heart stirred slightly. He put down his teacup, reached out and took the account book, and casually flipped through it.

Upon flipping through it, he was slightly taken aback. It turned out to be the gambling den's daily ledger, with each entry clearly recorded, detailing how much money came in and out each day, and who had borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates. The record was quite detailed.

Several thoughts raced through Qin Chuan's mind.

He truly hadn't expected that Zhao Fuquan would dare to so openly display the account book in front of him, without even fearing that he would look through it.

On second thought, Qin Chuan chuckled to himself.

Oh, right.

In Zhao Fuquan's eyes, he was nothing more than a petty hoodlum who came from a beggar background and was illiterate. The account book in front of him was no different from one in front of a wall.

Even if we turn it over, what can we possibly find out?

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan was not in a hurry to put the account book back. Instead, he sat down again and slowly flipped through it.

He read quickly, yet remembered the details meticulously: the approximate daily turnover, the names of several regular customers, the amounts borrowed, and the interest rates.

At the same time, he dipped his finger in tea and wrote something on the table.

As I was turning the pages, I suddenly heard footsteps outside, approaching from afar.

Qin Chuan's ears twitched, but he calmly closed the ledger and put it back in its original place, even arranging the open pages exactly as they were.

He picked up his teacup and took another sip, his gaze casually drifting towards the doorway, his expression unchanged.

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Fuquan swayed in. Seeing Qin Chuan sitting there drinking tea, he frowned.

He felt that the little beggar's behavior was different from what he had expected.

When he arrived at the accounting office and found that he wasn't there, shouldn't he have been in a hurry? Why was he leisurely pouring tea and drinking it?

When he answered "yes" yesterday, he was just trying to be perfunctory.

Zhao Fuquan had worked in the gambling den for more than ten years, rising from a waiter to an accountant. He had seen all sorts of things.

A mere beggar, a "newcomer" who had only been in the gang for a few days, dared to boss him around, talking about things like chauffeured cars, a small kitchen, and a cast of girls serving him...

What kind of crooked and evil practices are these?

A gambling den is a gambling den. You roll the dice, push the silver, and if you win, you take it; if you lose, you get out.

Isn't it a waste of money to do all those fancy things?

When Master Qian was around, he dared not utter a single word of dissent. But once Master Qian left, things were a different story.

Zhao Fuquan naturally dared not disobey Master Qian's wishes, but he also had his own methods.

"Tell me, what are you planning to do?"

Qin Chuan still had the list he had prepared yesterday, which he had originally intended to take out.

But right now, that's obviously not possible.

Qin Chuan was a beggar who couldn't read a single word.

Qin Chuan spoke up, "Steward Zhao, would you like to take out some paper and write this down?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan scoffed, wanting to make a few sarcastic remarks.

But then he suddenly remembered something, so he walked to the counter, picked up a pen and paper, and said, "Speak."

Qin Chuan mentioned some things that needed to be prepared.

Zhao Fuquan noted them down one by one and replied, "All done."

Qin Chuan glanced at it; it was covered in scribbles and symbols.

Well, now he really can't read a single word.

Qin Chuan withdrew his gaze, his face showing no unusual expression. He simply nodded, seemingly reassured, and asked, "How long will it take Manager Zhao to prepare all this?"

Zhao Fuquan pretended to think for a moment before replying, "Perhaps. After all, these things are quite complicated, and it might take some time to prepare them. I'll let you know when I've got them ready."

Upon hearing this answer, Qin Chuan understood Zhao Fuquan's thoughts.

They're trying to stall for time, but their tactics are too low-level.

Mr. Qian has already entrusted you with tasks, and he's even said you're fully responsible.

This is clearly a case of taking credit if things go well, and blaming Qin Chuan if they don't.

But you actively pushed this opportunity away.

The one surnamed Zhao,

Give you a chance, you are useless!