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Chapter 110 Zhao Ji's Choice

An underground boxing gym is really an underground boxing gym.

In a spacious basement, there are three arenas, large, medium and small.

The basement was filled with smoke and smoke, and all the big men were bare-backed and blushing, shouting at the boxers on the ring.

There were also several gorgeous women wearing heavy makeup, who also screamed, making people's blood rush.

Yan Haochen and his party walked down the steps. Zhao Ji and Luo Li immediately covered their noses and frowned.

Qin Fan followed a few people and casually glanced at the three arenas surrounded by crowds, his face expressionless.

Yan Haochen glanced at Qin Fan provocatively, deliberately showing off: "Do you know why the three arenas are different in size?"

Luo Li and Zhao Ji both looked at him curiously.

"Why?" Zhao Ji's voice was soft.

"The boxers in the small ring are the weakest, and the boxers in the large ring are the strongest."

"Betting in the small arena is in units of hundreds, and in the medium arena, bets are in units of thousands..."

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up and she said excitedly: "The unit for the large arena is ten thousand."

Yan Haochen looked at the ravines on her chest with a smile and nodded: "Beauty is very smart!"

Luo Li looked at Qin Fan, raised her beautiful little head, and said with a provocative look on her face: "Qin Fan, want to play?"

"I'm not interested, you can just play!" Qin Fan refused simply.

There are some ordinary boxers in this ring, including the large ring, but there are still no warriors.

Qin Fan really has no interest in boxers of this level.

Luo Li curled her mouth with disdain on her face.

Then, he looked at the two boys beside him suspiciously: "Hmph, you said he defeated my brother? Are you sure you saw the right person?"

"If he can defeat my brother, he must have some skills. How can he not even dare to play?"

One boy whispered: "Maybe he doesn't have money to bet."

Luo Li's eyes lit up, but she quickly shook her head: "No, if he can defeat my brother, then he won't pay attention to a boxer of this level at all."

"For others, they may be afraid of losing, but for real masters, this is a good place to make money."

Luo Li smiled coldly: "Huh, I think you just got the wrong person."

The two boys were blushing. They were not with Luo Beichen at that time. They were Qin Fan who was later identified by others.

After hearing Luo Li's analysis, they began to wonder if they had recognized the wrong person.

Yan Haochen calmly came to Zhao Ji's side. Smelling the charming fragrance of Zhao Ji's body, the heat in Yan Haochen's eyes became even stronger.

"How about playing two games?" Yan Haochen encouraged.

There was a hint of expectation in Zhao Ji's eyes, but she shook her head: "No, the task given to me by Mr. Chu is to accompany Mr. Qin well."

Yan Haochen did not persuade him anymore, but looked at Luo Li and said with a smile: "Luo Li, let's go play a few games!"

"Okay." She agreed, turning back to look at Qin Fan with disdain: "Coward, watch carefully!"

After that, the two of them walked directly towards the largest arena.

In the ring, two boxers, one red and one blue, were fighting, shirtless and dripping with sweat.

"Which one should I buy?" Luo Li asked.

Yan Haochen took one look and said confidently: "Of course I buy the red side. If the blue side doesn't make ten moves, it will definitely lose."

Luo Li nodded: "Then I'll buy Hong Fang Sheng for 20,000 yuan."

After placing the bet, Luo Li hurried back.

After twelve moves, the blue boxer was punched down by the red box and never got up again.

Luo Li said in surprise: "Young Master Yan, you guessed it right!"

The odds were fixed one to one, and Luo Li directly made 20,000 yuan.

Zhao Ji's watery eyes were full of envy: In just a few minutes, she made 20,000 yuan!

No wonder people say you can get rich overnight here. If I can make millions here, I won’t have to rely on others.

Yan Haochen glanced at Zhao Ji secretly, with a smile of successful conspiracy on his lips: Humph, how long can you last in the face of such huge profits? Once you get a taste of the sweetness, are you afraid that you won't follow me obediently?

"Buying the blue side wins this time."

"Within thirty moves, the red side will be defeated."

"Okay, I'll bet 50,000 this time." Luo Li's confidence greatly increased and she gradually let go.

Twenty-eight moves, the red side was punched down.

Luo Li earned another 50,000 yuan.

"Haha, Mr. Yan, you are so awesome! You are indeed worthy of being from a martial arts school. Real masters are different."

Luo Li looked at Yan Haochen with admiration, then looked at Qin Fan with disgust, and sneered: "Boy, have you heard of the Martial Arts Academy? That is not comparable to the sports club. With Young Master Yan here, you can also take advantage of it.

A handful!"

Zhao Ji's eyes were slightly red, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest: "Oh my God, I made 50,000 yuan in one go!"

"I have worked hard for a month and my salary is only over 10,000 yuan!"

Zhao Ji's job is just to chat with the guests to relieve their boredom. She is similar to a guide. She is also a very clean girl.

A monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan is considered a very high salary without betraying oneself.

However, compared with earning 70,000 yuan in a few minutes, her salary is negligible.

"If, if I also place a bet, maybe I can make the down payment for a house today..."

"But what if I lose? I will lose all the 30,000 yuan I have saved so hard..."

Zhao Ji was making a difficult decision in her heart.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Yan Haochen stood next to Zhao Ji again and said in her ear with a seductive voice: "Did you see that you can earn 50,000 yuan in one go? How much money can you make after working hard for a year?"

"If you want to play, I can give you a stake of 10,000 yuan. If you win, it's yours. If you lose, it's mine."

Zhao Ji could no longer resist the temptation and looked at Qin Fan pleadingly: "Mr. Qin, can I do it?"

Qin Fan glanced at her lightly: "In this world, there is never something for nothing. You don't need to ask me, you already have a choice in your heart."

Zhao Ji secretly gritted her teeth and already made a decision in her heart.

She is a smart woman, and she knows what Yan Haochen has in mind. Yan Haochen wants to slap Mr. Qin in the face by prying her away.

Women are sometimes very sad, and to rich and powerful men, they are like playthings used to relieve their anger.

However, she could not resist the temptation of money.

If you follow Mr. Qin and serve him well, you may get a reward from Mr. Chu when you return, but the bonus is only a few thousand yuan.

Even if Young Master Qin has a bright future, that will only happen in the future. Besides, will Young Master Qin still remember such a little person like her in the future?

Moreover, Mr. Qin's achievements in the future may not be higher than those of Yan Haochen in front of him.

One is the tangible benefits at your fingertips, and the other is an investment for the future.

This multiple choice question is actually very simple.

Zhao Ji lowered her head, her black hair falling on her snow-white shoulders, and said quickly in a voice as light as a mosquito's hum: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, what you can give me is really too little.

"

After saying that, she raised her head and walked to Yan Haochen without hesitation: "Young Master Yan, do you mean what you say?"

"Haha, of course!" Yan Haochen looked down at Qin Fan like a lofty victor.


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