Just when Fan Lin was full of confidence and thinking about how to punish Xia Xiaoyu, Xia Xiaoyu showed a confident smile and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
"What a tragedy. That man named Fan Lin is going to be in bad luck. He is simply seeking death."
Seeing Fan Lin like this, the lobby manager shook his head and couldn't bear to look at Fan Lin's depressed expression next.
Sure enough, facing Fan Lin who was full of pride, Xia Xiaoyu opened his mouth and said in very fluent and authentic French: "There are more of us. The gentleman just said that, let's eat all the dishes here."
A portion, and a few bottles of red wine, the kind Ziqi and I often drink when we come over!"
He spoke these few sentences in French very smoothly, without any accent, as if he were an authentic French person ordering food here, with a natural attitude and very fluent language.
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
Everyone stared at Xia Xiaoyu dumbfounded, their eyes full of shock.
Although they didn't know what Xia Xiaoyu was talking about, they were sure that the other party was speaking French.
Moreover, it was a very authentic French accent. If they had not known in advance that it was Xia Xiaoyu who was speaking, they would have thought that the person opposite was a Frenchman.
He Xuanzi looked at Xia Xiaoyu excitedly, with a proud look on her face. She was worried about Xia Xiaoyu just now, but now, Xia Xiaoyu once again brought her a surprise.
At this time, Fan Lin's original arrogant smile instantly froze, his face became extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger.
After a long time, Fan Lin recovered from the shock that Xia Xiaoyu gave him. He could not figure out why a little person like Xia Xiaoyu, who lived at the lowest level, could speak French.
Damn it, did he go to college before and majored in French?
As soon as this idea came to mind, Fan Lin shook his head. Even if he had studied in France for two years, he would not be able to reach the level of Xia Xiaoyu.
Fan Lin kept thinking about the reason and wondering how Xia Xiaoyu could know French. He couldn't believe it to death.
However, when he saw the same surprised and shocked expressions on the faces of the students around him, he reluctantly accepted the reality that Xia Xiaoyu really knew French.
No matter what, the facts prove everything.
Xia Xiaoyu won.
Fan Lin was very depressed. He originally planned to humiliate Xia Xiaoyu, but now he shot himself in the foot.
When I think of the bet I mentioned before, I can't help but regret it.
But is there any use in regret? When he was in front of the hotel just now, he was still regretting it, but in the blink of an eye, it was not for Xia Xiaoyu.
A dog can never change from eating urine. Fan Lin is this kind of person. He will never look back until he hits the wall. Even if he hits the wall, he will not look back.
"Master Fan, should you call me grandpa?" Xia Xiaoyu looked at Fan Lin with a smile.
But his smile seemed so terrifying to Fan Lin.
Fan Lin gritted his teeth and stared at Xia Xiaoyu, feeling very unwilling.
How could he call him Grandpa Xia Xiaoyu? Even if he was beaten to death, he would not do it.
Fan Lin's head was spinning rapidly, trying to find a suitable way to resolve the bet the two had just made.
Suddenly, an idea came to him, and Fan Lin said with a smile: "The bet just now is nothing. Let's do this. For each of those three times, grandpa, I will give you one hundred thousand, and I will give you three hundred thousand. This matter will be settled."
how?"
Three hundred thousand, I'm afraid, is that little poor boy's salary for several years.
Fan Lin looked at Xia Xiaoyu with great confidence. In his opinion, Xia Xiaoyu would definitely choose money. After all, three hundred thousand is a lot of money for a country bumpkin.
"This idiot..."
The lobby manager who had been standing aside looked at Fan Lin with a caring look. He didn't even know who Xia Xiaoyu was and yet he dared to cause trouble. This was not an ordinary boldness.
Nowadays, Xia Xiaoyu's name is a forbidden area in Ao Island. There are very few people who don't know these three words.
There is no airtight wall in the world, and Xia Xiaoyu's affairs are not known to the public, that is, only ordinary white-collar workers who think they are great do not know about it.
And is Xia Xiaoyu short of money?
He is worth hundreds of billions, and he has won hundreds of billions in gambling with gambling kings and others in island countries.
Do you want to solve this matter with 300,000 yuan?
"Hey, Mr. Fan is really a rich man, but three hundred thousand yuan is too little to exchange for three sentences about "grandpa". Is Mr. Fan's face worth this little money?"
Xia Xiaoyu smiled faintly, "Also, I think Mr. Fan seems to have forgotten something. I seemed to have changed the content of the bet just now. If you lose, just let me handle it?"
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but nodded, that is indeed what Xia Xiaoyu said just now.
After hearing this, Fan Lin was dumbfounded. Then he remembered what Xia Xiaoyu said just now, and his face couldn't help but change.
If he was really left to Xia Xiaoyu's disposal, would Fan Lin be able to hold his head high?
Fan Lin looked at Xia Xiaoyu coldly and said in a deep voice: "Xia Xiaoyu, don't go too far. Just tell me, this matter is over!"
Hearing this, Xia Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Well, since Mr. Fan wants to use money to solve the problem, let's do it like this, three million. As long as you take out three million, the matter will be over. How about it?"
Three million?
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasped and turned pale with shock.
This is not a bet. It is clearly a money grab. Although it is true that they are white-collar workers, it will take them at least six or seven years of hard work to earn three million. How could Fan Lin agree to such an excessive request?
"Okay, deal!"
Fan Lin gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind and agreed.
Three million is not a small amount for Fan Lin, but he can't afford to let that country bumpkin Xia Xiaoyu deal with him in full view of the public.
If this matter spreads out, how can he still hang out in the He Group and how can he raise his head?
"What?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. They didn't expect Fan Lin to actually agree. Is he crazy?
"Then thank you so much, Mr. Fan!"
Xia Xiaoyu laughed, asked the lobby manager for a pen and paper, wrote down his bank card number, and handed it to Fan Lin, "I want cash, please transfer it now!"
Fan Lin's face turned pale, and he reluctantly transferred three million to Xia Xiaoyu.
At this time, he only had more than 6 million in his bank card.
This time when he returned to China for development, his family gave him 20 million, which can be said to be the family's savings. He spent more than 8 million to buy a small villa, and another 3 million to buy a two-car Ferrari.
After all, he entered the He Group, a position with an annual salary of tens of millions, so he only had to dress up his appearance first.
Unexpectedly, he lost three million before going to work, which made him very angry.
But now he dares to be angry but dare not speak out. He doesn't want to lose face in front of everyone. His face is more important than money.