Chapter 339 Five Million Bet

On the stage, the black boxer and the red boxer are doing the final fight.

Murong Yan'er was a little curious, and leaned into Chen Mo's ear, the little girl exhaled like blue, with a hint of the unique fragrance of a girl, and asked in a low voice: "Chen Mo, who do you think will win between the two?"

Chen Mo glanced at the ring, did not speak, but casually looked at Qi Mingshan with a hint of teasing.

Murong Yan'er understood, she bent her mouth slyly, and looked at Qi Mingshan's beautiful eyes, revealing a schadenfreude smile.

Out of the corner of Qi Yueru's eyes, she saw the strange behavior of Chen Mo and Murong Yan'er. She couldn't figure out the charade between Chen Mo and Murong Yan'er, but thought that her brother might lose this time.

A few minutes later, the black boxer punched the red boxer in the face, and the red boxer fell to the ground.

The audience below who bought the red boxer to win immediately shouted loudly for the red boxer: "Get up, get up!"

The referee ran over and squatted beside the red boxer, and began to shout loudly: "One, two, three..."

The audience shouted even harder, but Wang Shaoyu, who bought the red side to win, had a calm expression on his face, without any anxiety. Perhaps the 100,000 yuan bet was a drop in the bucket for him.

Qi Mingshan looked at Wang Shaoyu proudly, and said triumphantly, "Young Master Wang, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to win you again in this round!"

Wang Shaoyu sneered: "That's not necessarily the case, isn't it the end yet?"

It may be the shouts of the audience that gave the red boxer courage. When the referee counted to seven, the red boxer struggled to stand up.

Immediately, the audience below who had placed their bets on him burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Qi Mingshan cursed inwardly, but he had no choice but to continue watching the game.

Although the red boxer stood up, he was knocked down by the black boxer after another minute, and finally lost.

"Haha, good!" Qi Mingshan was overjoyed.

"Young Master Wang, it seems that you, Master Huang, are nothing more than that! Haha... Thank you for the hundred thousand yuan, bring it!" Qi Mingshan looked at Wang Shaoyu and said proudly.

Wang Shaoyu snorted coldly: "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. It's only a hundred thousand. It's a trivial matter. I, Wang Shaoyu, can afford to lose!"

The two didn't sign any written betting agreement, but one hundred thousand yuan is a huge amount of money for ordinary people, but in the hands of Qi Mingshan and Wang Shaoyu, it is estimated to be pocket money for one night.

Wang Shaoyu happily transferred 100,000 yuan to Qi Mingshan.

Qi Mingshan proudly shook his phone at Wang Shaoyu: "Young Master Wang, no thanks!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chen Mo like a demonstration, and said arrogantly: "How about Chen Mo, one hundred thousand yuan is so easy, do you dare to play two games with me? If you don't have the gambling capital, I can lend it to you! "

Qi Mingshan's understanding of Chen Mo was limited to two years ago. In his eyes, Chen Mo had always been a transfer student and country bumpkin from that small county. To Chen Mo, 100,000 yuan was a huge sum of money.

Chen Mo ignored him, just smiled lightly, and said to Murong Yan'er: "Play by yourself, I'll sit over there."

"Okay." Murong Yan'er looked at the chair not far away, and nodded in agreement.

Seeing Chen Mo directly ignoring him, Qi Mingshan became even more angry: "You trash, you're still pretending. When I win two rounds with Yan'er, I don't believe that a country bumpkin like you won't be greedy!"

The arena has been cleaned up by the cleaning staff, and the next match is about to start.

Wang Shaoyu shouted: "Young Master Qi, how about we bet a little bigger on this one, dare you?"

Qi Mingshan was a little jealous of that Master Huang at first, but he won a game just now, and he felt that Master Huang might be a charlatan, Wang Shaoyu is a fool with a lot of money, and he thought he had found a treasure when he was cheated.

This time, I will win him a fortune!

"How much do you want to bet? This young master will accompany you all!" Qi Mingshan looked rich and powerful, and after speaking, he glanced at Murong Yan'er proudly.

"Miss Yan'er, why don't you earn some pocket money with me?"

Murong Yan'er smiled and said: "I will bet, but I won't bet with you, your good luck just now has been used up, this time I want to bet myself!"

Qi Mingshan laughed and said: "Miss Yan'er, you are wrong, boxing is not about luck, it depends on eyesight and brains!"

"Place a bet with me, I guarantee you will win, if you lose, it will be all mine!" Qi Mingshan has always been generous in front of beauties.

Qi Yueru frowned slightly, she felt that her brother was a little drifting.

Wang Shaoyu urged from the side: "Young Master Qi, if you still bet or not, I can leave. Master Huang said that he is not in a good condition today and wants to rest!"

bad mood? This kind of bad excuse can be used, this is not what a charlatan is!

"Bet, of course, tell me, how much do you want to bet?" Qi Mingshan felt that this was an opportunity to ruthlessly kill Wang Shaoyu.

"I have five million here, how about deciding the outcome?" Wang Shaoyu took out a card and said.

"Five million!" Qi Mingshan frowned, a little hesitant. Although he could get five million, it was already hurting his bones. If he lost, he would have to live frugally this year. And his father will clean him up if he finds out.

"Why? Young Master Qi must be cowardly, right?" Wang Shaoyu sneered mockingly.

Qi Mingshan blushed and roared, "Count? This word has never appeared in my Qi Mingshan dictionary!"

"Five million, bet!"

Wang Shaoyu shouted excitedly: "Okay, have fun, let's go, make a bet!"

Qi Yueru was still puzzled, what exactly did Chen Mo and Murong Yan'er say just now, why did her brother win? He felt something was wrong.

"Brother, five million is not a small sum, so don't be fooled!" Qi Yueru warned vigilantly.

Wang Shaoyu laughed and said, "It turns out that 5 million is so much to Qi Shao, so let's not gamble. If Qi Shao loses, he won't be beaten to death by his father when he returns home!"

Some wealthy sons and brothers who watched the excitement around looked at Qi Mingshan and sneered.

Qi Mingshan suddenly felt that he had lost face, glared at Qi Yueru, and scolded: "What do girls know, go and play!"

"Young Master Wang, it's only five million. I, Qi Mingshan, can afford to gamble!"

The two made a bet, and then began to choose their boxers.

More than one million is a major customer here, who can choose a boxer to play, and other people can follow suit, but they do not have the right to choose a boxer.

Wang Shaoyu pretended to be generous and said: "Qi Shao, let you choose first!"

Qi Mingshan was not polite, picking the boxer first would have many advantages.

Qi Mingshan went around the boxers, and finally chose a black man who was 1.9 meters tall and full of muscles.

The black boxer has won three consecutive victories and is one of the most popular among these boxers.

"Young Master Wang, it's your turn!" Qi Mingshan looked like he was holding the chance of winning. He had seen it just now. There were almost no boxers at the same level as this black man. He already had 80% of the fight in this match. Odds win.

However, Wang Shaoyu chose a thin and small Chinese man among more than a dozen boxers, and he was a newcomer with no record. Standing with the black man Qi Mingshan picked, he was really weak.