Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Park Sang-woo looked around again, and suddenly saw the cars passing by at the intersection of the street, his eyes lit up immediately, "Let's bet that the number of vehicles passing by that intersection within a minute is odd or even."

Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this weird game, what is it all about?

There was a smug smile on Pu Xiangyu's face. He knew that Ye Feng's thousand skills were powerful, so it was impossible to bet on poker and dice with him.

Gambling games such as flower petals and cars are all based on luck, which makes the opponent's thousand skills useless.

Of course, such a profound strategy cannot be understood by these stupid Chinese people.

Seeing his smug expression, Ye Feng couldn't help sneering in his heart, "Okay, then I'll bet on an even number this time."

Park Sang-woo had suffered losses several times before, but this time he didn't struggle anymore, "Then I'll bet on odd numbers."

Anyway, this kind of game can only bet on luck, and there is nothing to worry about.

Ye Feng sneered in his heart, can he really only bet on luck?

His deep scan can now radiate a range of more than ten meters, coupled with his extraordinary hearing, playing this kind of game is almost like playing a game.

"Timing begins!"

Park Sang-woo took out his phone, set a one-minute countdown, and then began to stare nervously at the street.

The crowd, including the onlookers, also looked towards the street.

"One car."

"Two."

"Three..."

Every time a car passed by, everyone shouted in unison.

As time passed, everyone became more and more tense.

Ten seconds left on the countdown.

"Twenty-seven."

Cheng Fei'er's heart was already in her throat, she was staring nervously at the entrance of the street, her palms were covered with sweat.

There are five seconds left on the countdown.

"Thirty-two."

The few Koreans couldn't sit still anymore, they stood up one after another, staring at the vehicles passing by the street.

There is one second left in the countdown.

"Thirty-eight..."

"One more, one more..."

Park Sang-woo kept saying that as long as there is another car, he will win.

Just one second before the end of the one-minute countdown, the front of a car suddenly appeared at the intersection.

Cheng Fei'er and other Chinese people's hearts sank at the same time.

Are you going to lose?

"Haha, I won!" Park Sang-woo was ecstatic immediately, and immediately waved his fists to celebrate.

But what happened next left him completely dumbfounded.

Almost at the same time that car appeared, a red supercar rushed past at a faster speed.

Forty cars, an even number!

For a moment, everyone present was dumbfounded, can this f*ck be okay?

Although they all hoped that Ye Feng would win, they didn't expect such a... coincidence.

If it wasn't for the red supercar rushing out suddenly, Park Sang-woo would have won this round.

Everyone felt scared for a while.

"This little brother's luck... is so good that there is no limit. Can this **** be reversed?"

"My heart was in my throat just now, I thought I was going to lose this time, but I didn't expect a sports car to appear suddenly haha..."

"I never believed in fate before, but at this moment I do, it's all fate."

"It can only be said that auspicious people have their own appearance, and this little brother deserves to win."

"Hahaha, the Buddha has appeared..."

Cheng Feier excitedly grabbed Ye Feng and jumped up and down, "Haha, we won again, you are so handsome."

And Park Sang-woo was already so angry that his facial features were distorted. If the supercar hadn't disappeared, he really wanted to pick that **** out and beat him up. Why would he come out to cause trouble at such a time?

But no matter how unwilling he was, he did lose this round again.

He looked at Ye Feng with complicated eyes, always feeling that this **** was a little weird.

If you can guess right once, you are lucky. But he has guessed correctly so many times in a row, no matter how good his luck is, he should run out of luck, right?

Could this guy be possessed by a ghost?

Koreans are more superstitious about ghosts and gods than Chinese people.

He lost so strangely several times in a row, which aroused his suspicion.

He has lost two games in a row in three games, and it is not as easy as before.

If he loses again, not only will he have to fulfill the previous bet, but he will even have to spit out the 300 million they won before, and he immediately feels a lot of pressure.

At this moment, Li Yingji who was on the side suddenly said, "Xiangyu, step back, I'll meet him."

Park Sang-woo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the teacher's words.

If he really lost the third round, then he really couldn't face his teacher and other seniors.

The teacher suddenly took over at this time, which can be regarded as sharing the pressure for him.

Li Yingji slowly walked across to Ye Feng, "Sir, I'm here to bet with you in this round, do you have any objections?"

He had been observing Ye Feng just now, and the more he watched, the more he felt that this young man was unpredictable. If he asked Park Sang-woo to gamble again, he would probably still lose.

As a last resort, he could only go out in person.

Before Ye Feng agreed, those melon-eaters watching the excitement had already quit.

"How is this possible? It was clearly agreed to let your apprentice play, how can you change people halfway?"

"That's right, how can there be such a thing? The young ones can't beat them, but the old ones come out to **** them?"

"A stick is a stick, always so broken."

"Little brother, don't promise him, let's play with his gambler..."

They all knew that Li Yingji's strength was far higher than that of Park Sang-woo. With 10,000 yuan this morning, he won a full 300 million yuan.

He went out in person, so Ye Feng was really in danger.

However, Ye Feng still couldn't see any emotional changes on his face, he just spit out a word slowly: "Okay."