Chapter 57: Entering Preparation Phase (1/2)

Xu Cheng: “I don’t have money.”

Shen Yao smiled. “I do.”

Xu Cheng: “I don’t have power.”

Shen Yao: “I will get my dad to give you power.”

Xu Cheng: “I’m not very handsome.”

Shen Yao: “As long as you understand me and be considerate, that’s enough.”

Xu Cheng: “I don’t think I can give you materialistic happiness.”

Shen Yao: “I just you need you.”

Xu Cheng sighed. “Your offer is too good, why do I feel like it’s a scam? Let me think about it.”

Then, he got up and prepared to leave.

Shen Yao glared at him and shouted, “Xu Cheng, you big idiot! You are basically courting death, do you know that?”

She knew her acting was too exaggerated and that no one would believe her, so she decided to straightforwardly try to dissuade him from going.

Xu Cheng turned around and smiled at the two. “Are you guys going to be there to watch?”

Shen Yao tried to spur him and she said, “Of course we are going, why aren’t we? I’m even buying a VIP seat at the underground boxing arena, and I will be placing my bet on North Gate’s leader. Do you know how many people are not optimistic about your outlook? The gang leader’s odds is 1.2 to 1 against him (note: that means if the gang leader won, people betting on him winning will get 1.2 times their wager), and your odds is 12 to 1 against you (note: if Xu Cheng wins, those that bet on Xu Cheng gets 12 times their wager)!”

“Oh fack!” Xu Cheng’s eyes got bigger.

Ran Jing snorted, “North Gate’s gang leader used to be a sly character in the past, and now, he’s about 50 years old. However, he still trains, so the grandmaster title wasn’t just given to him in vain. Those that are familiar with North Gate’s history aren’t optimistic about you at all. Those people already investigated your background, which is pretty blank. If it wasn’t for that video posted online of you soloing 50 people, no one would feel that they might get lucky and bet their money on you.”

Shen Yao added, “Yeah, Ran Jing heard that even the police side wasn’t too confident in you.”

Xu Cheng sighed. He walked into his room, took out the real estate certificate and his savings bank book, and put it on the table. “Shen Yao, buy some for me too.” (Note: In China, we used to use bank books to record deposits and withdraws)

Shen Yao lifted her eyebrows. “You want me to burn it for you after you die?”

“No, I just don’t know how to place bets. Get someone to do an estimate on my real estate and then put all the money into the black market to place a wager for me,” Xu Cheng replied.

Shen Yao took over the real estate certificate and bank book, a bit shocked. “Woah, that’s a lot of numbers! There must be over a couple dozen million in this book, right? And what’s this real estate certificate?”

She took a closer look and suddenly lifted her head to look at Xu Cheng. “This whole condo’s yours?”

“How else would I be able to connect all units on the top floor and do whatever I want?” Xu Cheng replied.

Ran Jing took over the certificate and looked, and she was quite shocked too. “I thought you were just a tenant as well. No wonder the property management was trying so hard to kick me out; it turns out they were instructed by the owner of this entire building. Yo, nice, this condo is at least worth a couple hundred million.”

Xu Cheng modestly smiled. “My dad left me some money, so I just did some investment after coming back to the country and got lucky.”

Shen Yao: “This is at least 700 to 800 million… If you bet on the North Gate gang’s leader, you can make 160 million. Xu Cheng, have you thought about who you want to give this money to after you die? Do you have any relatives or a girlfriend?”

Xu Cheng was speechless. “Who told you that I’m betting on North Gate? Go and use that money to bet on me.”

Shen Yao was dumbfounded, and her expression clearly said: are you kidding me?