"Oh right, Brother Yu, this name of yours is quite cultured. During the Warring States Period, there was a … who was it again?"
Chen Guang slapped his forehead and suddenly had an idea. He had indeed thought of a good idea to divert his attention.
Of course, he knew that Lord Mengchang was just playing dumb.
Yu Mengchang's mouth twitched and he drank a cup of tea heavily. "Lord Mengchang. My family gave me this name because they hoped that I could inherit the tradition of the ancients and do business well."
Chen Guang nodded. "Impressive, impressive. I heard that the Mengchang family in Qi has three thousand hangers-on. It became a popular story. Brother Yu, I can tell that you are a successful person with just one look. I'm so jealous. "
Yu Mengchang had forgotten about the psychological trauma caused by Lu Fei's coquettish grumbling. He seemed to have returned to his previous pretentious routine. He chuckled. "Lord Mengchang does have three thousand hangers-on, but they are all petty thieves. Those little tricks are not worth mentioning. We modern people can't do that when doing business …"
Very good, he was back to his pretentious routine. Chen Guang let out a long sigh of relief.
Recently, because of the matter with Wang Ren and Xu Lizheng, he really did not want to provoke any more enemies. Yu Mengchang, this person, may be smiling and elegant now, but the more this kind of person was, the more it meant that he held a grudge in secret.
Sigh, I won't come to such an occasion again, especially when there are outsiders around. I really feel uncomfortable all over. I'm not used to it.
When is it going to end?
The Old Man is here to ask for help. Why the heck is he using me as a shield!
Forget it, let me think about it first. Activate auto-recovery mode!
Ten minutes later, Chen Guang could barely remember what he and Yu Mengchang talked about. Anyway, he was thinking about things related to Wang Ren and Xu Lizheng in his mind while he chatted with Yu Mengchang. He also clinked glasses with Zhong Bai and the others who came up to toast him.
When he finally reacted, he realized that he had unknowingly been dragged to the center of the club's private room. There was a dartboard 2.37 meters in front of him, and he was holding a dart in his hand.
What kind of tone was this?
He looked around and found that Lu Fei, Zhong Bai, Yu Mengchang, and Duan Wen were all looking at him with expectant or strange expressions.
Chen Guang silently swallowed his saliva and let the Old Man carefully recall.
What happened during that period of time?
Why am I standing here with this thing in my hand? What did I just agree to?
Ever since she started chatting with Yu Mengchang, she felt that she had successfully led him into the gutter. She wasn't good at dealing with situations like this, so she simply went on a mental journey and activated auto-recovery mode, leaving everything to her spine.
Then, he seemed to talk about his hobbies and hobbies. The Old Man's spine expressed that as an all-around superhuman who was proud of being pretentious, hobbies and the like, that was the Old Man's usual pretentious domain. He could not lose in pretentiousness.
Yu Mengchang knew that Lu Fei liked racing, so he briefly mentioned that he had a professional racing team.
He had an ulterior motive. In order to pick up girls, he directly created a racing team. This guy was also quite hardworking.
Then, the Old Man, Lu Fei, and even Zhong Bai, who was on the side, showed little interest. The Old Man almost spilled the secret request that he had personally said. If he knew that he was the Racing God, he would immediately kneel down. Fortunately, Lu Fei stepped on his foot to stop the car.
Lu Fei tried to smooth things over. She said that underground racing and professional racing were two different things. There was no comparison.
Then, Yu Mengchang changed a few ways. Finally, he mentioned that he was particularly interested in darts. He had just participated in a tournament and won the championship. How could he be embarrassed?
How did I deal with him at that time?
At this moment, Chen Guang was racking his brains. I seem to have bragged that I'm quite experienced in throwing darts?
Coincidentally, this club really did have equipment for a professional darts tournament. Lu Fei and the others would play with it from time to time.
Then, I seemed to have been encouraged to make a bet with Yu Mengchang?
So I used darts to compete with him here?
What did we bet on?
Money?
Five million!
F * ck! The price of my absent-mindedness is terrible!
The escrow mode is a bit of a scam!
Holding the dart in his hand, cold sweat dripped from Chen Guang's temples. He turned his head and glared at Lu Fei. Sister, why didn't you stop me?
How could he have imagined that Lu Fei would be shocked by his overflowing confidence? It was as if he had returned to the scene of him driving a small Rena and leaving everyone a few kilometers behind on Fengquan Mountain.
What was a god?
A god could do what ordinary people couldn't.
When it came to racing, Chen Guang had already used his iron-clad achievements to tell everyone that he was a well-deserved god that people could only look up to and worship. He was a god that they couldn't get close to or touch.
Perhaps it was because they loved the house, or perhaps it was because Chen Guang's automatic recovery was too overbearing, but Lu Fei, Zhong Bai, and Duan Wen, who knew how miraculous Chen Guang was, never imagined that he was lying through his teeth.
So the problem was, now that he had agreed to the bet of five million and the dart was in his hand, wouldn't it be too late to admit defeat now?
What should the Old Man do?
It wasn't much, really not much. It wasn't even a fraction of what I had in my bank account. But I used to be a thrifty young man who could split a penny into two. This was five million!
You want me to give it away for free?
Dream on!
Why don't you cut a piece of meat from me? I'd feel more comfortable then!
Of course, the biggest problem now was that he clearly had money in his account, but he didn't dare to touch it!
Liu Li, the scourge and fierce beast, was watching!
Eh?
Chen Guang suddenly thought of a slogan that worked every time!
That's right!
It was time for him to shout and roar in despair in his heart once more!
Liuli! Please save me again and again and again!
"I didn't want to talk to you at first, but you're really lucky!" Lord Liuli, who would grant all requests, actually spoke.
Chen Guang was moved to tears. I knew that even if I was abandoned by the whole world, Lord Liuli would not give up on me.
"Dear Liuli, can you control the time and specific content of the appearance of the World in a Cup?" Chen Guang asked expectantly.
Unexpectedly, Liuli shook her head fiercely in his heart, "No."
"Then why are you acting all high and mighty like I can save you with just a flick of my finger? Can't we be more honest? Less tricks, more sincerity, and we can still be friends! "
Liuli chuckled, "I can only tell you this. Before 12 o 'clock, there must be a World in a Cup, but what is the specific content? I can't say for sure. I can't say for sure when it will happen. In short, you should pray for more luck. Think of a way to delay the time. Don't brag and drink more water. Maybe when you drink more water, the World in a Cup will appear? "
"That makes sense, but God knows how much I have to drink?" When Chen Guang spoke again, Liuli had already stopped moving again. It seemed that she was really busy.
Then he silently looked at the people who were looking at him expectantly. Chen Guang's originally suspended heart felt a little more assured. He looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was 11: 30. Thank God, there was only half an hour before 12 o 'clock.
Then the problem was, now he was standing on the line of throwing darts, holding a dart in his hand. How could he waste this half an hour and keep drinking water without batting an eyelid?
"Brother Guang, hurry up!" Duan Wen, the business manager of Dongchong Trading Company, was like a young man here at this time.
Zhong Bai also looked at him with a face full of expectation.
Yu Mengchang had already thrown a round of darts. Although Chen Guang didn't understand the scoring system of this international tournament, he knew that he had done well when he saw this guy's confident expression.
Chen Guang took a deep breath. "To tell you the truth, my dart skills are secretly passed down from my master. When I left the mountain, my master told me that the Electric Venomous Dragon Dart must not be easily revealed to the world. If it does, it will see blood!"
"Huh?" Everyone was stunned. How could throwing a dart be so particular?
Of course, Yu Mengchang didn't believe him. He looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
Yu Mengchang thought to himself, This guy is obviously bragging too much and is scared by my professional level performance. He's trying to bluff his way out of this.
You guys definitely won't believe me, right?
That was what he thought.
Wait, why are these people's gazes different from what I thought?
Lu Fei, Zhong Bai, Duan Wen, and a few other good young people knew that he was the God of Racing. They didn't question his nonsense at all.
"I never thought that Brother Guang's Venomous Dragon Dart would have such a background. Sigh, it really makes people sigh." Zhong Bai actually said it smoothly!
Yu Mengchang was blind. How could you guys believe such a shameful name like the Electric Venomous Dragon Dart?
Even if he was really a martial artist, who would name his signature dish like this?
Are you guys stupid?
You guys actually believe this kind of nonsense?
Yu Mengchang felt defeated. Had the world become strange? In his impression, Zhong Bai was quite sensible. He didn't seem to have a screw loose in his head.
There was no need to mention Lu Fei. Two years ago, she was already famous among the younger generation of the Lu family. She was known as the pearl of the next generation of the Lu family. In the younger generation of Da Chuan province, she was also considered a business genius.
But why are you holding your chest with your fists and looking like you're a love-struck fool?
This is completely different from the noble, cold, mature, and steady person you are in front of me!
"Of course! I said I would tell you guys about this, but it doesn't mean that I'm going back on my words today. It's a bet. Since I've already made the bet, how can I go back on my words? It's just that I can't see blood today, and I have to use my secret technique. So I have to tell you guys everything from the beginning to the end … This matter, I have to start from eighteen years ago, oh no, fifteen years ago, on a summer night when I was six years old … "
A bunch of nonsense. In short, it was all kinds of nonsense. He made up a groundless strange old man, then made up an inexplicable hidden sect, then continuously bragged to everyone about his painstaking practice of his unique skills, training in the nine seasons of winter and the three hottest days of summer. Then, from time to time, he would stuff the Heavenly Grail into his mouth again and again because his mouth was dry.
After drinking three big cups of tea in a row, his bladder was about to explode, and he almost couldn't make up any more stories.
Finally, the Heavenly Grail reacted and sucked him in with a slurp.
It was said that some folk acrobats, after painstakingly training their knife throwing skills to a certain level, would let their close companions be fixed on the target, and then throw the knife out. They would always be able to avoid their companion's body, and stab in the armpit or the gap between their legs.
Through this kind of cruel and dangerous training, the knife throwing skills of a knife throwing artist could improve by leaps and bounds under the terrifying pressure.
Of course, the danger was also extremely high. If one wasn't careful, they could lose their life. If it wasn't for the fact that they were tired of living or wanted to change wives, they wouldn't do this kind of thing.
But today, Chen Guang said that this kind of training method of letting others lie on the target to throw darts or knives was simply too weak!
What was really scary was that the person tied to the target was himself, and the person throwing the knife was also himself!
Don't ask me how I know!
Because five minutes after I entered the World in the Cup, I came up with the name 'Nine Knives Stuck in the Head'!
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