Lin Fan invested 20 million, saving Wang Xiangqianâs company, and acquired a girl group, which was exactly what Feng Tianming had abandoned.
As a result, Feng Tianming mocked Lin Fan for having poor judgment.
Lin Fan calmly proposed a bet to see whose girl group would be more successful in the future, his or Feng Tianmingâs.
Feng Tianming became intrigued: "Since youâre asking for humiliation, Iâve no reason not to oblige. A bet it is. Whatâs the wager?"
Lin Fan said coolly, "One hundred million."
It was like a thunderclap.
Everyone was startled. Lin Fanâs bet was too harsh, casually wagering a billion!
Wang Xiangqian and Ning Xiaoyue were both taken aback. After all, theyâd never seen that much money in their lives; to them, it was a number beyond imagination. Yet to Lin Fan, it was just a casual bet.
Feng Tianmingâs face twitched. Although he was Feng Wanshanâs son, he was not Feng Wanshan, and coming up with one hundred million was not easy for him.
Lin Fan smiled and said: "Well, Young Master Feng, do you think thatâs too much? If it is, I can lower it a bit."
"No!"
Feng Tianming immediately replied. If it was lowered, heâd lose face. He couldnât afford to lose face in front of Lin Fan.
"One hundred million it is! Whoâs afraid of whom?"
Despite feeling a bit uneasy inside, Feng Tianming still maintained a calm demeanor.
Then he thought to himself that he was sure to beat Lin Fan, so he wasnât anxious anymore and became happy.
"Lin Fan, donât say I didnât warn you. Your girl group is just the trash I discarded. You picked up my trash and still want to beat me? Just wait and see, prepare that hundred million for me!" Feng Tianming became even more smug.
Lin Fan replied: "Words alone donât hold up. Why donât we record a video to prevent either of us from going back on our word."
Feng Tianming nodded readily: "You know, I hadnât thought of that, letâs do it!"
So, the two recorded a video, agreeing that whichever girl group had a better performance on the talent show would receive an investment of one hundred million from the other.
The bet was cruel, with the loser having to invest a hundred million in the winner, a double punishment indeed.
But for the victor, it was a dual happinessâwinning the competition and getting an extra one-hundred-million investment.
Feng Tianming was brimming with confidence: "Iâm bound to win this bet! Sweetheart, Iâll say it again, once your company goes bankrupt, come to me!"
This last comment was directed at Ning Xiaoyue.
Ning Xiaoyue retorted coldly: "Ugh, whoâd want to be with you, you shameless scoundrel!"
To her, Feng Tianming was too detestable. If not for Brother Lin stepping in, her boss would have been driven to suicide by him.
Feng Tianming sneered: "You really donât know whatâs good for you! Youâll regret it sooner or later, hahaha..."
Lin Fan smiled and said: "Thereâs nothing for Young Master Feng here, shouldnât you be leaving? Or do you want to fight me?"
Feng Tianming shivered and quickly slipped away.
When he passed by the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, he was stunned for a moment.
Damn it!
Lin Fan had a 70 million Kosak and another 8 million Cullinan!
This guy seemed more like the son of a billionaire than he did!
As the son of Yun Cityâs richest man, he was nothing compared to Lin Fan.
"Damn, wait till I win that one hundred million and buy an even more expensive car!"
Feng Tianming thought viciously as he got into his own car, which was worth only 2 million, and drove off angrily.
Soon after, Feng Tianming received a call from Brother Dashui.
"Young Master Feng, I have successfully contacted The Panther for you. When do you plan to invite him to Yun City?" Brother Dashui asked.
Last night, Lin Fanâs victory over Muay Thai Li San caused the Feng family to lose face, and Feng Tianming couldnât swallow the insult, so he asked Brother Dashui to find a master to deal with Lin Fan.
Feng Tianming thought for a moment, then said: "Letâs put that aside for now. Iâve got a better way to deal with Lin Fan and earn a hundred million while Iâm at it!"
Feng Tianming felt he was sure to win against Lin Fan, so he canceled the decision to bring in The Panther to handle Lin Fan, as the opportunity for big money was right in front of him.
After dismissing Feng Tianming,
Wang Xiangqian and Ning Xiaoyue were still in shock.
"Brother Fan, is a hundred million too big of a risk? What if we lose..." Wang Xiangqian expressed his worries.
Lin Fan calmly said: "Donât worry, that amount is just small change to me. Thereâs no need for you to feel any pressure. Besides, who says weâre destined to lose? Iâm really optimistic about Xiaoyue."
Ning Xiaoyue blushed, not expecting Lin Fan to have such confidence in her.
"Brother Lin, what should I do?" Ning Xiaoyue asked.
Lin Fan replied: "Just focus on preparing for the competition."
Ning Xiaoyue nodded earnestly: "I will give it my very best!"
Wang Xiangqian furrowed his brow inadvertently, showing a bit of concern. Ning Xiaoyue was indeed very beautiful, like a doll, but the issue was her lack of singing and dancing skills, and with the competition approaching, he truly felt uncertain...
"Brother Fan, we havenât seen each other for so many years, how about we have dinner together tonight?" Wang Xiangqian suggested.
Lin Fan checked his watch: "Letâs do it another day. Tonight, Iâm meeting some brothers for KTV."
Wang Xiangqian caught a glimpse of Lin Fanâs Rolex, his eyes lighting up; Brother Fan was definitely wealthy, undeniably wealthy.
He couldnât help but grow curious. In his memory, Lin Fan was just a rural kid, so how did he become so wealthy, driving an 8 million Rolls-Royce, investing 20 million at a whim, and casually betting a hundred million with Feng Tianming?
"Brother Fan, what kind of business are you in now?" Wang Xiangqian couldnât help but ask.
Lin Fan replied: "Me? Iâm delivering packages."
Wang Xiangqian and Ning Xiaoyue were both taken aback, thinking they had misheard.
"What, delivering packages?" Wang Xiangqian stammered, then chuckled as he came to a realization, "I get it, Brother Fan owns a delivery company, right? No wonder, delivery companies are profitable; the CEO of Zhongtong Express is one of the three magnates in our Yun City."
Lin Fan smiled: "No, Iâm really delivering packages, just a courier, really, working for Zhongtong."
Wang Xiangqian was dumbfounded again: "..."
What the hell!
Being a courier pays this well?
Lin Fan said: "If you donât believe me, why not join me at the KTV."
Wang Xiangqian, truly curious, discussed with Ning Xiaoyue and decided to go to the KTV with Lin Fan.
So the three of them got into the Rolls-Royce Cullinan and headed to Ginza KTV.
On the way, Lin Fan suddenly received a phone call.
Lin Fan took out his phone and saw it was from Liu Bingâer. Last night, Lin Fan had accidentally saved Liu Tingshan, an elderly man who fell ill on the road, and met his granddaughter Liu Bingâer.
The two had exchanged contact details, but Lin Fan hadnât thought much of it. He didnât expect Liu Bingâer to remember.
Lin Fan answered the call, "Miss Liu?"
On the other end came Liu Bingâerâs voice: "Brother Lin, are you free tomorrow?"
Lin Fan replied: "Yes, what do you want?"
Liu Bingâer said: "My grandpa wants to meet you to thank you in person. Are you available to come to our house for lunch tomorrow?"