Free Web NovelChapter 1007: Chapter 391: Where Am I Supposed to Find That
At the moment Su Yan just won, Leng Bing contacted Zhang Beixing through the communicator below.
He hoped Zhang Beixing could give Su Yan some time to rest and reset her dislocated hand, otherwise, the next battle would be excruciating for Su Yan.
Originally, Su Yan’s stamina couldn’t match those boxers, especially being in a weak status just now, constantly dodging in tension.
Su Yan couldn’t be allowed to keep fighting like this; it’s easy for something to go wrong.
But Zhang Beixing’s response left Leng Bing baffled.
"It’s okay, Su Yan won’t have another fight, rest assured, protect Su Yan below and don’t let anyone take her as a hostage."
After saying this, Zhang Beixing ignored him.
Leng Bing was directly left in a state of confusion, feeling a bit stunned.
After all, he really didn’t know about Zhang Beixing making forty-five billion US dollars just now.
If he knew about this, he would definitely understand what Zhang Beixing meant in a second.
But now, he just followed Zhang Beixing’s instructions, assuming it’s not wrong to obey.
Leng Bing, under everyone’s watchful eyes, directly jumped into the octagonal cage to help Su Yan reset her dislocated arm.
Su Yan’s face showed pain, enduring the discomfort of the dislocation.
The two of them ignored the furious gamblers in the audience below.
And in Zhang Beixing’s room, someone sat opposite him, blocking his perfect view.
Zhang Beixing glanced at him, seeing him with a cheeky grin.
"Alright, don’t use your rhetoric on me, I’ve been in the underground fight scene for so many years, betting for so many years, from a ten-dollar value to a billion-dollar status, what challenges haven’t I seen?"
"Just say what you have to say, don’t dawdle."
"..."
Zhang Beixing’s proactive statement left the manager somewhat at a loss.
Glancing at Zhang Beixing, damn, he looks just in his twenties, this... acting like a gambling god.
Are you quoting movie lines here???
The second team members beside him were also somewhat at a loss.
What the hell.
What’s the minister talking about?
Who am I, where am I, why can’t I understand?
Wasn’t it rumored the minister made money selling fake cultivation methods and robbing money in Europe?
How come the plot now looks like an enhanced version of Chen Daozai?
The calm and collected Zhang Beixing glanced at him and said, "What? You look like you don’t believe it?"
"No, no."
The manager quickly shook his head and said.
Then the tone shifted, "But boss, now that you’re so wealthy and have experienced so many underground fight scenes."
"You should know the unspoken rules of our underground fight arena, right?"
Seeing the manager with a half-smiling expression.
Zhang Beixing also smiled, "What, you’re saying the unspoken rule is that if I win too much, you’ll only give me double the principal or something?"
"Yes, boss, see, we’re gifting you two billion dollars, that’s considerable."
"Our arena’s net profit for a month is just about that much, we’re downright gifting it to you for free, guess that’s enough?"
The manager said sincerely.
Two billion dollars is indeed the total net profit of his underground fight scene for a month, he truly wasn’t lying about that.
This loss of two billion dollars, when the big boss finds out, he will definitely be punished, but it’s a level of punishment he can accept.
After all, for that big boss, two billion dollars isn’t a huge amount.
Sometimes, the Lijian Country, or say Florida’s official raids result in similar losses, still within an acceptable range.
But if Zhang Beixing takes the entire winning sum.
Then, really, his big boss would definitely skin him alive.
No joke.
And for Zhang Beixing, two billion dollars?
Not that it’s unacceptable.
After all, it’s easy gain.
But why should he accept it?
He came here to cause trouble.
Not to do charity.
He looked at the man in front of him with a grin, "Don’t you think it’s a bit much?"
"You should have seen how much is in my account when you validated my funds, right?"
"You don’t think I only have this one card, do you?"
"Nor that I only have this amount of money, right?"
The smile on Zhang Beixing’s face finally turned into a cold smirk.
"Let me tell you, if you had said six billion just now, including the billion you gave, I might have let this matter go today."
"And yet you only offered two billion? Who do you think you’re looking down on?"
"I’m telling you, today, forty-five billion US dollars, not a single cent less, otherwise none of you will have a good time!"
Zhang Beixing’s words nailed onto him, one by one.
The smile on the manager’s face gradually disappeared, his gaze turning calm.
In Zhang Beixing’s eyes, he even read a trace of disdain.
