Chapter 107 He'll Encounter A Massacre
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As soon as leaving Tiangong Club, Ye Chen directly threw the keys into the bin.
His actions, all of a sudden, made Zhang Jingshan and his gang stunned.
"Brother Ye, what are you doing?" Li Changfeng asked in surprise.
"They bring bad luck, so they're useless!" Ye Chen laughed.
"Huh? Bad luck? What bad luck do you mean? You could still resell them for a large sum of money! Brother Ye, don't worry! With my help, no matter how unsatisfied Feng Liang is, he'll still need to make the ownership transfer obediently. Also, we could take this opportunity to annoy that madman!" Zhang Jingshan interjected.
"Make the ownership transfer? I'm afraid he won't have this chance. He'll encounter a massacre soon! So what's the point for keeping those keys with me which bring bad luck?" Ye Chen chuckled.
"Brother Ye, have you figured out what will happen to him?"
Listening to his remarks once again, Zhang Jingshan's breathing became rapid.
However, Ye Chen just gave him a mysterious smiled, and kept quiet.
Noticing this, Zhang Jingshan, who knew Ye Chen's personality, stopped asking him questions.
At instant, he seemed to recall something, and blurted, "Brother Ye, why didn't you let us bet with you on this match tonight! Imagine how much will we gain if we bet on 7+ goals!"
"Well... I didn't bet either, didn't I say it? Neither am I interested in football nor having much knowledge about it!" Ye Chen smiled bitterly.
If only that psychotic Feng Liang didn't bring this matter up, he'd mostly forgotten this from his past life memory.
After all, in his previous life; he has a zero interest in football.
If it weren't for the shocking result of the match in his previous life, which had become the top news on various social networks; he wouldn't have a deep impression on the game result.
His memory was quite vague about this football match, so much so that when Feng Liang triggered his past life memories; the recalling time was a little rushed.
Although he can ask Zhang Jingshan or Zhao Jiwei to help him bet, how should he place his bet?
Betting on a 7+ goals with a million dollars?
Or betting on high odds with a higher return?
If he really did that, whether he can win the money is one thing. What he worried the most was to get himself into trouble by winning such a large amount of money!
If it was to earn millions of dollars from this bet, it actually seemed achievable.
However, after thinking twice about it, he gave up.
With his sixty-year previous life memories, he didn't mind earning less from those bets.
Another reason was- no matter if he spent lots of money betting on low odds, or even using little money to gamble in a high rewards bet; the possibility of getting targeted by unnecessary troubles was high. Thus, he forgot about it.
After a bitter smile, Ye Chen added, "When that madman started off the bet, my intuition told me I won't lose. Not to mention, with his unfortunate look, I simply took a gamble with him!"
"The probability of 7+ goals in this big competition is really low. If you lost the bet, didn't you all have to perform the stripping pole dance?" Xu Wenhui interjected.
"If we lost, we'll dance! But didn't we win the bet?" Ye Chen chuckled playfully.
"Brother Ye, is Feng Liang really going to have an accident?" Qiu Yingzhe, the top son of the district party committee next to him, couldn't help but asked.
"Let's see!" Shaking his head vaguely, he answered.
Then, Ye Chen continued, "It's getting late, let's go back! If you two believe me, don't return to that place. I'm afraid it will be a place for the great massacre to occur."
Upon ending his sentence, Ye Chen walked towards his Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng, on the other hand, gulped nervously, with solemn expressions on their faces.
To let Ye Chen, the prophet, spitting out the word 'bad luck', what did it mean?
Also, according to Ye Chen's prediction, it seemed Feng Liang was going to encounter an accident tonight!
As for Zhao Jiwei, Xu Wenhui, Qiu Yingzhe, and the others; perhaps they thought what Ye Chen said earlier was out of mind.
However, for both Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng, who have experienced Ye Chen's foretold, they truly believed Feng Liang was going to meet something bad!
"Don't hang on there. Hurry and let's go! You can't go wrong if you listen to Brother Ye!"
Turning his head and looking at Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe, although Zhang Jingshan looked down on those two; considering the fact that their fathers have great respect for The Old Master, and will visit The Old Master in the Zhang's mansion every year during festival, Zhang Jingshan gave them a piece of advice.
"Sure..." Although both Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe still have doubts about Ye Chen's words, they followed along and left this place.
Little did they realize that the choices they made tonight directly reversed their fate.
As soon as Ye Chen's Mercedes Benz G-Class, following by Zhang Jingshan and the others left; several SUVs arrived, driving towards to entrance of the Tiangong club.
A group of drunk men rushed out of the SUVs, swarming into the Tiangong Club.
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When the Mercedes Benz G-Class arrived at the rental house in the urban village, which was basically rented by the migrant family, it was already late-night. A sense of loneliness was in the air this silent night.
Walking down the dark corridor, Ye Chen thought about buying a new house.
In fact, it's not that he's just thinking about it now. As soon as getting the 400 million dollars from Heng Da Group, he had already considered buying a new house.
With the assets he had, even buying a house worth 10 millions dollars will not affect his plan to make a fortune.
He's just worried about how to speak out to Yinuo. How could he convince her to accept it?
Thinking about this matter, Ye Chen started having a headache.
However, no matter what reason it was, he didn't want to let his wife and child continue to live here.
In the past, he couldn't afford to purchase a new house. Therefore, he had no choice but to continue staying here.
Having 100 millions dollars in his pocket in the present, he felt guilty if he continued to live in this old, broken place.
Trudging back to his rental house, full of thoughts in his mind; Chen Yinuo and Ye Youyou had already fallen asleep.
Switching on the lights, he realized there was a thermos cup on the table.
Under the thermos cup, he noticed a note cushioned under it.
Ye Chen picked up the note in a daze and looked at it.
'There's honey water in the thermos cup, it could relieve your sober.'
Reading those words, Ye Chen's hands trembled slightly.
His eyes were moist, but he had a smile on his face.
With his teary eyes, he picked up the thermos cup, twisted the lid, raised his head, and drank until there wasn't a drop left.
Immediately, he turned his head to look towards Chen Yinuo's room, and whispered softly, "Thank you, wife!"
Then he tip toeing to the bathroom, making no noise, fearing of waking up his wife and daughter.
After taking a bath, Ye Chen turned the phone to silent mode and slowly fell asleep.
When he woke up from his deep slumber, there were lots of missed calls from Zhang Jingshan, Li Changfeng, and Zhao Jiwei.
There were also two anonymous phone numbers. They must be Xu Wenhui and Qiu Yingzhe.
However, he didn't call back.
He knew that something must have happened at the club.
After sending off his wife and daughter, Ye Chen changed his the silent mode to normal mode.
As soon as finished changing the mode, his phone rang, just in time.
Reluctantly, Ye Chen accepted the incoming call, took the lead, and uttered with a bitter smile, "Don't tell me you don't need to sleep? Think about me even if you don't sleep! You haven't stopped calling since 5 A.M.!"
However, Zhang Jingshan, on the other end, had no time to explain himself. Instead, he stuttered in a trembling voice.
"Brother Ye, something happened, something happened!"