Chapter 292
Liang Xiao hooked Tang Yuchen’s arm and walked toward the private room, muttering all the way:
“You really screwed me over this time; I can’t even begin to guess how much I’ll lose on drinks tonight.”
“Do you know that I mainly make money from drink sales? With prices soaring these days, do you realize how hard it is for people like us who are trying to make ends meet?”
“I told you to keep it low-key, not to wreck my place. We’re small business owners, adhering to the principle of ’customer first.’ But look at you, how many times have you wrecked my place, ruined my business?”
Liang Xiao played the pity card extensively, but Tang Yuchen didn’t give him a single look.
He knew his mood was genuinely awful, so he stopped his endless complaining.
As he pushed open the door to the private room, Liang Xiao clapped his hands to grab everyone’s attention:
“Here’s a chance to make some money. Tonight, our Tang Yuchen, will turn into a sexy boxer. Whoever beats him will get a reward of one million. This is the best opportunity to make money, miss it and it’s gone forever.”
Those who usually hung out in the supreme VIP room were wealthy scions. They had lots of time to do whatever they wanted, and naturally, they had a few years of passionate martial arts training too.
They had heard from some seniors that Tang Yuchen’s skills were extraordinary and his moves elegant; they’d long been eager to learn a thing or two from him.
But no one dared to challenge him actively, so his prowess became a myth everyone wanted to debunk.
Now that Liang Xiao had put it this way, why would they pass up the chance to try their luck?
Unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt, Tang Yuchen tugged at the corner of his mouth and said with a wicked smile, “Anyone who wants to defeat me, come at me today.”
Liang Xiao seized the opportunity to set up a betting pool. “I’ll be the bookie, come on, everyone place your bets, ten to one odds. If you guess right, you’ll get rich overnight.”
Those unaware of Tang Yuchen’s limits bet on whoever they favored, while those who had experienced his prowess all bet on his win.
However, Liang Xiao said, “Only the bookie can bet on Young Master Chen; none of you can.”
“Why?”
“Since it’s ten to one, I would lose either way, so from a risk management perspective, naturally, only I can bet on him.”
His logic was simple: if Tang Yuchen won, he’d make money alone. If he lost, he’d lose money alone.
Some agreed it was reasonable, while others secretly cursed him for being a cunning businessman.
The supreme VIP room wasn’t as small as it appeared; it was bigger, with golden walls and uniformly colored small doors everywhere.
Opening one door, there was a small arena inside.
Everyone ran to watch the competition, but Liang Xiao stayed outside happily counting a stack of cheques in his hand.
It wouldn’t be long before all these became his.
Humming, Tang Yuchen made him lose half the drink sales, so he would earn it back from him.
The more Liang Xiao thought about it, the prouder he felt, truly a business genius.
Just as he was laughing happily, his mobile phone rang; the name displayed was ’Old Master.’
After picking up the call, Liang Weiming on the other end asked him, “Has Tang showed up at your place yet?”
“He’s already here, don’t worry, I’m keeping an eye on him, he won’t get into trouble.”
No sooner had Liang Xiao spoken than a man’s earth-shattering scream suddenly echoed from the arena, whose door had not been closed.
Liang Weiming immediately asked in a stern voice, “What mischief are you up to now?!”