Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 945 961 [The King Behind the Scenes] Part [-]
Although Thailand is a relatively developed economy in Southeast Asia, it is rare for Song Zhichao to gamble $[-] all at once.

Yan Susu originally asked Song Zhichao what the bet was in a joking manner, but she didn't expect to be intimidated by the other party's answer.

Blinking her eyes beautifully, Yan Susu said to Song Zhichao, "You didn't joke with me, did you, you bet $[-]?"

Song Zhichao nodded, "Yes, why, what's the problem?"

"The question is... how old are you?" Yan Susu stared at Song Zhichao's handsome face and asked.

"25."

"I'm older than you, I'm 27." Yan Susu said.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly: "Then should I congratulate you for being two years older than me?"

"That's not necessary, I just want to let you know that I'm not a little girl." Yan Susu blinked her eyes, with a half-smile.

Song Zhichao stretched out his left hand and habitually scratched his eyebrows with his little finger, "You mean I'm bragging?"

"I didn't say that..." Yan Susu said, but her expression showed her attitude - Song Zhichao was bragging.

Song Zhichao thought it was funny, shrugged his shoulders, "OK—just treat it like I'm bragging."

Yan Susu thought she had seen through Song Zhichao's "true face", so she turned her head and said earnestly, "Young man, it's better to be down-to-earth, don't open your mouth and ask for $10,000+ dollars, is it so easy to earn money? That will make you appear superficial."

Song Zhichao had to smile wryly: "Yes, yes, I am very shallow."

Seeing that Song Zhichao admitted his mistakes and was sincere, Yan Susu said again: "I only reminded you because you are not bad - you can't gossip about chasing girls, and you can't spend a lot of money. It would be bad to be recognized by others... ..."

"Ahem, I don't mind if you say that I spend a lot of money, but as for chasing girls...who am I chasing?" Song Zhichao rubbed his nose and asked in surprise.

"Do you need to ask?" Yan Susu brushed her hair, and glanced at Song Zhichao with her big watery eyes that seemed to be able to talk.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Can't help but take a closer look at this Yan Susu, not to mention, she looks really pretty.

Watery peach blossom eyes, authentic oval face, straight nose, rosy lips, and snow-white skin, the whole person exudes an irresistible "fox charm".

No wonder she was so confident, thinking that Song Zhichao was trying to pick her up, this kind of super beauty would always be the focus of attention, and there would definitely be many men flocking to her.

Seeing Song Zhichao staring at her with star eyes, Yan Susu couldn't help puffing out her chest at first, her eyes were arrogant, and she was playing with the scorpion pendant around her neck with one hand --- she looked like an old lady who was not afraid of your scrutiny.

But gradually, she felt that Song Zhichao's eyes became brighter and sharper, as if she could see through everything in her, so she began to avoid her eyes, and said, "Hurry up and watch the game! My sister told you, your ten Don't cry if you lose ten thousand dollars!" The tone was teasing.

Song Zhichao smiled, embarrassed to stare at her again, took out a coin from his pocket, played with it between his fingers, and said, "I told you before, this—— is a sure win!"

Yan Susu: "..."

Can't help but glance back at Song Zhichao, feeling that this guy is not only bragging, but also arrogant.

Can't stand such a man, it's a pity that he has a good skin!

Yan Susu shook her head secretly.

……

In the arena——
The very loud "Reaper" Nai Guai was in the midst of a battle with that big guy.

Seeing that Naichai kept attacking, kicking with both legs, like a big knife, kept cutting towards the neck, waist and legs of the big guy.

At this moment, the strength of both sides has been revealed.

"Reaper" Nai guessed that after all, he was a master who had undergone intensive training. He was very strong in fighting and hitting hard.

Although the big guy was very imposing at the beginning, his physical strength has been slightly exhausted as time goes by, especially after taking Nai Guai's two heavy blows on his waist, he has already started to retreat.

The audience who bought it but guessed the winner was thunderous.

Many local Thais, as well as blond and blue-eyed ghosts, waved their gambling tickets and shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!"

Only a small group of Chinese who bought the big guy to win have died down at the moment, as if anticipating the big guy's plight-this game is likely to lose.

Off the court, Yan Susu, who had a super-sexy face, was already nervous to death.

She held the mineral water tightly with one hand, and the scorpion pendant with the other. She recited the blessing spell of the gods and Buddhas in her mouth, and kept her eyes on the stage. Big guy, I can't wait to rush up and yell to stop-as long as the game stops, I won't be considered a loser.

Song Zhichao watched the competition on the stage quietly, but his expression was calm, with an attitude of indifference, the coin in his hand flickered between his fingers like magic, and kept turning.

The "Reaper" on the stage was guessing that the more he fought, the braver he was, the big guy was already clutching his waist and pushed to the edge of the ring.

"Go to hell!" Naicai let out a sharp roar.

Immediately, he raised his steel-knife-like thigh and slashed at the irrevocable big guy.

All the audience on the scene stared wide-eyed, ready to witness the historical moment of this game.

But right now!
Plop!
Maybe it was because the arena was too slippery, or maybe it was because Naichai's soles were sweating, just as he raised his leg, he slipped and fell on the arena.

All viewers: "..."

At the same time, before Naichai got up from the ring, the big guy looked at the timing and punched Naichai's raised head.

Bang!
Naicai's braces were blown off.

Looking at his head again, it hit the ground heavily.

The referee rushed forward and counted seconds on time.

Shouted loudly: "One, two, three, four..."

Naicai has long been in a coma and fell to the ground.

finally---
Big guy, win!

……

Everyone at the game site is going crazy!
How could such an accident happen?

Damn Nai Guess!
Damn ring!
But such accidents are unavoidable and often happen.

Those gamblers who bought a lot but guessed to win cursed, angrily tore up a lot of gambling tickets in their hands, and threw them into the sky, spitting out the dirtiest words in their lives.

In the sky full of confetti, those few spectators who bought the big guy to win were overjoyed. They didn't expect that the game would be reversed in the end. It was so exciting and unexpected.

Yan Susu jumped up happily, and even turned around and hugged Song Zhichao.

It is understandable that this is the case with people who have made a fortune.

She bought it for three hundred dollars, and tripled it would be nine hundred dollars.

"I'm going to cash out the money—uh, I'll treat you to dinner if I have a chance!" Yan Susu didn't care to talk to Song Zhichao, and hurriedly took the gambling ticket to cash it on the spot, fearing that there would be no money to get it later.

Song Zhichao turned his head and looked around, almost "sorrowful", those audiences who lost money stomped their heads one by one, especially those who gambled more, squatted on the ground and cried.

Song Zhichao shook his head, turned his hand back, and the coin that was spinning between his fingers landed firmly in his palm——everyone in this world wants to get rich overnight, but who knows that the real big winner is the one who manipulates this overnight get rich.

Song Zhichao stepped out of the boxing ring, with the sound of wailing in his ears from time to time.

After going out of the huge gate of the boxing ring, I saw the scorching sun outside, and there were many vendors, hawking, and noise mixed together.

At the door, two Thai attendants rushed forward when they saw Song Zhichao coming out. One handed over a snow-white top hat, and the other handed over a civilized staff carefully carved from rosewood.

Song Zhichao first took over the white top hat, put it on gently on his head, then took over the civilized stick, and stood on the ground—with his left hand on his hips, and his right hand on the stick, with an unruly posture, just like a Hong Kong movie boss "Pohao".

"Let's go, let's collect the money!" Song Zhichao pinched the brim of his hat with two fingers and pressed it down, and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)