Chapter 124: The Air Instantly Became Thick and Scorching

After finishing the Steak Set, Xiao Sha complained, "Not as good as the Yu Xiang Rou Si rice plate. How much, President Cao?"

"Three hundred and eighty-eight yuan!"

Xiao Sha looked shocked—his own monthly salary was only eight hundred yuan.

"Speak up. Once you're done, I'll give you a red envelope!" Cao Te reminded him.

Xiao Sha simply used the napkin laid across his lap to wipe his mouth. "How much in the red envelope?"

Cao Te's face showed impatience. "Didn't we agree—eight hundred. But for the first time I'll give you four hundred yuan; once the information is confirmed true, I'll give you the other four hundred yuan."

Xiao Sha put on an act, speaking in a calm tone: "Eight hundred in total, right? I don't want it anymore. You bet on France winning the championship for me instead—one to three point three!"

Wang Chuan was also getting a bit impatient, and answered on Cao Te's behalf: "No problem. Go ahead."

"Last Friday, I was in the Yuansheng Group parking lot and overheard President Lian of Yuansheng Group on the phone."

The exact words on the phone were, "It's me, Lian. Is your betting channel the Hong Kong channel? If it is, that's fine!

Minimum bet is one thousand? I'm betting one hundred thousand on France—one to three point three, right?

What, over ten thousand you have to go to some Road No. 10 in person to pay cash?"

Xiao Sha's memory was pretty good—he had recorded President Lian's words word for word.

He didn't remember which road it was because a car happened to pass by and honked.

"As for which Road No. 10 exactly, go ask President Lian yourselves."

"One hundred thousand." Wang Chuan was a little surprised, then suddenly recalled: "Xiao Sha, damn it, you actually don't know where it is. If you say No. 10, how many No. 10 addresses are there in Mingzhou? You dare charge eight hundred?"

Beside them, Cao Te said, somewhat embarrassed: "President Wang, beforehand, he said he didn't know the exact location, but he knew someone who did. I promised him I'd still pay eight hundred—I'll cover it myself."

Eight hundred it is, then—this little Security Guard is no simple character!

What Wang Chuan was really focused on was—could this President Lian of Yuansheng Group really be that rich? He wouldn't be embezzling Yuansheng Group funds, would he?

"Xiao Sha, if you bet on France winning the championship and you lose, your eight-hundred-yuan red envelope is gone. How about you don't bet? Gambling isn't good!" Wang Chuan kindly reminded him.

He knew that later it would be Greece winning the championship—this kid's money would undoubtedly be down the drain.

Xiao Sha glanced at Wang Chuan, thinking, You yourself asked for the gambling address and went gambling yourself, yet you say gambling isn't good—what are you pretending to be?

Just you wait, I'll report you to the Xin Family's young lady later, as he silently turned on the recording function of the second-hand MP3 in his pants pocket.

But his face wore a smile. "President Wang, which team are you betting on to win the championship?"

Wang Chuan glanced at Xiao Sha, decided to let this young gambler regret it bitterly in the future, and replied:

"I'm betting on Greece. Before the European Cup, the odds are one to eighty—if you're going to make money, make it big. Want to bet on Greece along with me?"

Xiao Sha was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs-up and laughed: "Awesome, President Wang, you really don't treat your money like money! I've read Football News—Greece isn't even in the top five favorites to win the championship."

This kid must be using the Xin Family young lady's money, deliberately pretending to be rich and generous. Xiao Sha's face broke into a simple, honest smile:

"Then I'll bet the same as President Wang. If I lose, I lose—it's extra earnings anyway. If by chance I win, it's two thousand six hundred and forty yuan."

Wang Chuan turned to Cao Te: "President Cao, are you betting on Greece?"

Cao Te thought, upon hearing this, Oh my god, is Greece Wang Chuan's true destiny? He bet right on the first match, and now he's betting on Greece to win the championship!

"I'm in. I'm planning to bet ten thousand yuan."

Wang Chuan again put on a very professional look and said: "Xiao Sha, your bet on France winning the championship at one to three point three was before the European Cup opened. On June 14th, France, trailing 0-1, came back to beat England 2-0 with two goals from Zinedine Zidane in stoppage time—a great performance. The odds must have dropped; it's not 3.3 anymore, probably only 2.5."

Xiao Sha was stunned for a moment, did some quick mental math, and replied: "2.5 is fine too. If I win, it's still two thousand."

Wang Chuan got up to leave, but Xiao Sha stopped him: "Wait, you two—write up an agreement. Words alone don't count as proof!"

"President Cao, you sign with him. I have something to do and need to go." Wang Chuan instructed.

Cao Te nodded.

After leaving the Mall, Wang Chuan prepared to look into who exactly President Lian of Yuansheng Group was.

Although it was almost 5 PM, a wave of heat hit his face. Raising his brow, he saw that Yuansheng Group Headquarters was not far from the Mall.

Wang Chuan dialed Xin Chanxi's number: "Miss Xin, you'll be off work in ten minutes, right? May I have the honor of visiting your Office again?"

"Brother Wang Chuan, I was just about to call and ask if you're free for dinner? Come straight up—you're a VIP."

Wang Chuan made his way there with familiar ease, arrived at the door of Xin Chanxi's Office, knocked, and heard a "Come in."

Pushing open the door, the first thing that met his eyes was Xin Chanxi, who had already changed out of her Day Shift professional skirt suit.

Xin Chanxi was wearing a creamy-white silk spaghetti-strap long dress, the fabric flowing like Water, clinging closely to the just-blossoming curves of a young girl.

The slender straps outlined her delicate collarbones.

Below that was the fullness and richness like a budding Snow bud, a slender waist that seemed unable to withstand even a single grasp.

As the hem of the dress swayed, the rounded, firm curve of her hips rose and fell beneath the thin silk.

Xin Chanxi saw Wang Chuan come in, gathered the hem of her dress and twirled once. "Brother Wang Chuan, come over and help me tie my ponytail, can you?"

"Huh?" Wang Chuan hadn't expected Xin Chanxi to ask this question.

He thought, 'Grabbing a ponytail, I can do that. Tying a ponytail—I can't!'

"Brother Wang Chuan, come over, I'll explain it to you and you'll get it!" Xin Chanxi beckoned with her hand.

Tying a ponytail was actually just an excuse for Xin Chanxi to legitimately get Wang Chuan to come closer to her.

These past few days Xin Chanxi had been thinking about how to get her father, after waiting for her to start her first year of college, to not object to her becoming Wang Chuan's girlfriend.

As for her mother, her father would go talk her around.

Wang Chuan, worthy of being a Hospital Knot Tying expert, listened to Xin Chanxi's instructions on how to tie it.

His nimble fingers wove through Xin Chanxi's smooth, soft hair, and he quickly gathered the loose black strands into a clean, neat ponytail.

"Done?" Xin Chanxi suddenly turned around, a triumphant, mischievous smile on her face as she faced Wang Chuan.

The tightening of the ponytail made the line of her swan-like neck even more graceful.

She tilted her head slightly upward, her apricot eyes sparkling with anticipation, as if silently inviting him.

Wang Chuan's gaze locked onto her slightly parted red lips, which carried a faint, dewy sheen.

The faint, elusive scent of gardenia drifting from her body plucked at his heartstrings with effortless ease.

Wang Chuan's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

The air between the two instantly grew thick and scalding.

The next second, Wang Chuan did not hesitate in the slightest.

He leaned forward, one arm already firmly wrapping around Xin Chanxi's slender yet supple waist, while his other hand steadily cupped the rounded, vibrant curve wrapped in sheer silk.

Xin Chanxi barely had time to let out a short, soft gasp before her feet had already left the ground.

She was gently set down on the wide office desk.

Wang Chuan bent his head low, about to kiss down toward Xin Chanxi's cherry-red lips.

Outside the door, the click-click of high heels drew from far to near.

"Little President Xin, President Xin says to continue the meeting with President Lian, President Han, and President Zhao. He wants you to head back first."

Xin Yuansheng's secretary walked into the office and saw, in front of the desk, a young man standing beside Xin Chanxi—the handsome young man who had come to the office last time.

"Got it, I'm leaving right now." Xin Chanxi secretly drew a deep breath and said lightly.