Chapter 103 A Lunatic
"Oh my, isn't this Young Master Zhang, the grandson of the old secretary? Long time no see!"
Walking towards Zhang Jingshan's seat, Feng Liang smirked widely, reaching out to Zhang Jingshan with an exaggerated look.
However, his face was full of sarcasm and mockery.
"Am I acquainted with you?" Ignoring Feng Liang, who was coming over, Zhang Jingshan responded coldly.
"Boohoo, Young Master Zhang, why do you say that you don't recognize me? Sobs... Didn't you mention before you wanted to hit me up? If you don't recognize me, why do you want to beat me? Do you feel that I'm a nice person who can get bully?" Feng Liang pouted in disagreement.
"Tsk..." Clenching his fist tightly, Zhang Jingshan felt his remark was so fucking annoying.
"Young Master Zhang, please don't hit me! If I've done anything wrong in the past, being a kind person, please forgive me!" Feng Liang folded his hands, bowed to him like a lunatic.
At that moment, Zhang Jingshan almost lost his head.
"Feng Liang, have you had enough? Why are you acting crazy all around?!" Xu Wenhui, who couldn't hold it any longer, pulled the psycho away.
Within seconds, Feng Liang regained his composure and returned to normal.
Shrugging his shoulders, he blurted, "Hmm... well, this is not fun at all!"
He glanced at Ye Chen out of the blue. "Hey, weren't you the idiot who was in the Maple Leaf Hotel before? Holy shit, Li Mu told me Young Master Zhang was messing with that scumbag, and I didn't believe it at that time. But now, it seems to be true!"
Upon exclaiming, he folded his arms and rested on the table.
He gave a distorted grin at Ye Chen and said, "Hey you, I heard you earn over 20 million dollars in the stone gambling hall in the western suburbs last time, didn't you? Ain't you got some luck, huh? There will be a football match later, the Champions League, Barcelona vs Bayern. C'mon, do you want to have a bet with me?"
After ended up his sentence, as if his target wasn't limited to Ye Chen; he took a glance at Zhang Jingshan, Li Changfeng, Zhao Jiwei and added, "Hmm... General Manager Zhang of Yunshan Network, General Manager Li of Huaxing Commerce, and tonight's host, General Manager Zhao. C'mon, let's have fun together! Just take it as entertainment for tonight's party!"
Nevertheless, Zhang Jingshan had zero interest in gambling.
As soon as he was about to let this lunatic to get out of his way, unexpectedly, Ye Chen spoke out with a smile.
"Sure, how would General Manager Feng like to play?"
"Gee, aren't you brave and straightforward! Nice one!"
Feng Liang snapped his fingers. "If we want to play, let's play something special! How about betting on the total number of goals they'll score?"
"No problem! I wonder what General Manager Feng wants to bet on?" Ye Chen asked.
"What should I bet on? Hmm, let me think about it.." Feng Liang put his finger under his chin.
Taking out all his car keys and house keys randomly, he chirped, "How about betting on my Lamborghini bull and a 300-square-meter Dijingyuan house? If you win, you could take all of them. However, if you lose... you'll need to perform a strip pole dance. How about that?"
Psycho! This man was definitely a psycho!
Zhang Jingshan was about to lose his temper.
Not to mention winning or losing, now, he was humiliating them!
Just when he was about to yell at him, Ye Chen suddenly grabbed his hand under the table.
Turning his head to Feng Liang, with a bright smile, he chuckled, "Using a strip pole dance as a bargaining chip to bet on Feng Shao's properties, this kind of bet is obviously worth it! How cruel do we have to be to not bet?"
"Oh my, how about Young Master Zhang, General Manager Li and General Manager Zhao?" asked Feng Liang while glancing at the three with a sneering-jeering manner.
"Since you want to gamble so much, I'll follow you to the end!"
After being held by Ye Chen, not only did Zhang Jingshan keep his cool but also entered Ye Chen's pace.
He knew Ye Chen wasn't that type of person simply making a gamble on stripping.
"Isn't it just a pole dance? Count me in!" Li Changfeng laughed.
Ye Chen spoke and Zhang Jingshan followed. So what else should he worry about?
However, Zhao Jiwei got dumbfounded.
Have both of them gone nuts?
Were they competing with Feng Liang who was a madder?
If they really did a strip pole dance, surely will they lose their fame and their faces on Jiang Zhou!
However, both Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng have expressed their opinions, as well as that mysterious Ye Chen...
If he didn't follow them, did any of this make sense?
Having no choice to consider twice, he gritted his teeth, "Sure, let's play with General Manger Feng!"
As soon as the three made up their minds, this time, it was Feng Liang's turn to be startled.
All of this was beyond his expectations.
He didn't even think the other party would agree.
The reason he made a bet like pole dancing was just to tease his opponents. He was sure that a person like Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei could not take up his trick.
But now, his opponents agreed?
In an instant, Feng Liang's mind tangled.
It's not that he couldn't afford to pay for a car and a house. If Zhang Jingshan and Zhao Jiwei could perform strip pole dance in public; even if he were to add on another car and a house, he won't hesitate to do that.
He must win. It didn't matter if he lose his car, his house, or his money; he just can't accept losing- though he knew, this kind of psychology was totally crooked.
"Since we all agreed, General Manager Feng, just explain how to bet on the number of goals!" Ignoring Feng Liang's sudden change in demeanor, Ye Chen announced.
Although he wasn't very interested in football in his previous life and only knew very little about football scores; however, what Feng Liang proposed was to bet on the total number of goals scored by Bayern against Barcelona.
Even people who didn't watch football, didn't understand football, or have no interest in football at all, will surely know the score from the overwhelming headlines and social swiping.
That was the worst blowout in the football history of the century, and it topped on Weibo's hot search list!
If Feng Liang didn't mention it, Ye Chen would have let it out.
However, when Feng Liang mentioned it- to him, the former was like lying down and letting people to ravage himself.
"Barcelona and Bayern were both excellent teams with strong performance. It was impossible for a small score to occur in this kind of bayonet game. So, I bet 7. I bet that the total number of goals is less than 7!"
Feng Liang, who was expecting a sure win, sneered without thinking.
Splat-
Qiu Yingzhe, who had just taken a sip of soda, spitted his soda out.
Betting on less than 7 goals?
Looking at those big games, he couldn't even find any matches with over 7 goals in a year.
Was he bullying Zhang Jingshan that they don't understand how a football match works? Or was he being a coward on his bet?
"Feng Liang, can't you be a little more shameless? If you can't afford this bet, don't act like a dick here! No matter is it a football match, or the Champions League, how many fucking matches can you find with over 7 goals?! Why not we change it this way, we'll bet less than 7 goals. If they score less than 7 goals, not only will we strip and do the pole dancing, but we'll also run out naked for an hour!" Zhang Jingshan snapped.
Were he taking them as idiots?