Chapter 349, 30 million, pressure myself to win the championship

"Young master Leng, what kind of person are you? If you didn't take advantage of your status as a martial arts master, would an abandoned son who was beaten back to his original form and lost his father be qualified to challenge Master Leng?"

Qu Shaohua curled her lips in disdain.

Leng Chen nodded slightly, obviously satisfied with Qu Shaohua's flattery;

"Fang Chen, I think you may not know that the leader of this year's Blood Fiend Sect is also the big brother Feng Chen of the Blood Fiend Sect.

His strength is absolutely powerful enough to suffocate you."

Leng Chen first smiled.

Immediately, he suddenly noticed Chen's pitiful odds on the top of the market, and his smile was even more smug;
"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death.

The odds of our young master Fang winning the championship are actually one hundred for one loss.

Could it be that if I bet one dollar, if young master Fang wins, he can earn 100 yuan!".

"Interesting, interesting, Young Master Fang, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll give you a dollar."

As he said that, Leng Chen took out a coin and threw it on the market.

The meaning of irony is revealed!

"Fang Chen, don't you put a little pressure on yourself? What if you really win the championship in the end?".

Leng Chen said with a smile, both in and out of the words revealed a sense of sarcasm.

Fang Chen will win the championship, how is it possible?

As a member of the Universal Chamber of Commerce standing in a solid and unified camp with the Blood Demon Sect.

Leng Chen knew the legendary brother Toyotomi very well.

Toyotomi's strength.

In the early stages of facing the general fairyland, he was able to retreat completely.

What's more, dealing with Fang Chen who only has the strength of transforming the environment.

This brother Toyotomi was rated as the most talented disciple in the past century by Xueshamen!
It is conceivable how terrifying Toyotomi's strength and talent are!

Fang Chen wants to win Toyotomi?

It's a joke.

"Oh, I want to wait until the market is about to close before placing bets.

Then I will maintain the current odds.

I can earn a little more after I win the championship."

Fang Chen spoke calmly with no expression on his face.

As soon as the words came out.

Leng Chen and Qu Shaohua looked at each other, and the disdainful ridicule in their mouths was even worse.

To win the championship?

You kid really want to win the championship!
"Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter, this kid Fang Chen really wants to win the championship!".

"I feel like my ears have been raped, this is the biggest joke I've heard in years!".

"Then do you want me to lower your odds for you?".

While talking, Leng Chen laughed and ran over; "Come on, boss, press Fang Chen to kneel...".

"One hundred thousand!".

10 yuan is for those of them who have been active in the upper class all year round.

Not many.

But 10 yuan, for Fang Chen's current odds of [-] to [-], is enough to make him [-] to [-].

With such high odds, if Fang Chen wins the championship in the end.

Even if it is one dollar, it can be multiplied ten thousand times.

Fang Chen raised his eyebrows; "It's such a big game? I'm starting to fear that the dealer won't be able to afford the money."

Leng Chen laughed contemptuously;
"Boy, then you don't have to worry."

"The dealer changes every year.

Last year it was the official association of the Huaxia Martial Arts Exchange Conference.

This year's market is the opening of the Xueshamen.

Do you think the Xueshamen will not be able to afford that little money?".

"I would like to know how much confidence you have to bet on yourself!".

"1 to 10 yuan to play, isn't that too low?".

Leng Chen's mind is nothing more than hoping that Fang Chen will lose more money.

As for Fang Chen winning, do you want to make money?
Hehe, stop joking, is that possible?

"Well, since Xueshamen is the banker, I can rest assured..."

Fang Chen touched the tip of his nose and chuckled lightly.

The disdain in Leng Chen's eyes was even worse.

Posing.

It doesn't matter whether he is the banker of the Xueshamen or the official association of martial arts.

You make as much money as you can!
The radio suddenly sounded.

"The stock market is about to close, friends who are still planning to buy now, hurry up and make a bet...".

Hearing this, the next moment.

Fang Chen took out a check and walked over.

"Press myself to win the championship...".

The boss of the dealer is a Chinese, just acting as an employee, he glanced at Fang Chen and Leng Chen beside him.

He didn't know what the relationship between the two tit for tat was, he just performed his duties and asked subconsciously;
"You, how much do you plan to press?".

Fang Chen chuckled lightly.

Glancing around, Mr.

Wu not far away has already started to call the martial arts disciples and other contestants to gather.

Facing Shang Leng Chen's disdainful gaze, Fang Chen sneered and said;

"Eleven billion!".

"Press me to win the championship!".

30 billion!
boom!
As soon as these words came out.

The hands of the staff responsible for recording the bets over there trembled.

This is definitely the largest sum of money in personal bets today.

Leng Chen at the side was surprised by Fang Chen's generous writing.

"30 billion!?".

But the next moment.

Leng Chen is even more mocking on his face;

"Good guy, Xueshamen picked up 30 billion from your hands so easily, you are really a kind person, giving Xueshamen free money!".

Although Qu Shaohua was surprised by Fang Chen's generosity, her expression was exactly the same as that of Leng Chen.

Even Fang Shiyun and Hengyang on the side were taken aback.

"Fang Chen, you don't seem like the kind of person who can't stand the challenge..."

Hengyang God of War frowned and reminded in a low voice.

30 billion is not a small amount, even for the God of War of Hengyang who is the Three Protectors, he can only come up with [-] billion at most.

China's top forces are not divided according to financial resources.

Otherwise, the Lin family in Changquan City would have been qualified to 'squeeze' into the category of the Eight Great Gates...

Fang Chen smiled and comforted; "It's okay, I'd like to see how this bloody gate will end up losing money for me."

The odds are ten thousand for one.

If Fang Chen wins the championship, the huge sum of 30 billion will instantly become 300 trillion!

This...is a really huge sum of money!
Leng Chen's expression changed slightly when he heard Fang Chen's words blurted out.

300 trillion, it is not worth the money to sell all the four sea chambers of commerce...

But the next moment.

Leng Chen's expression returned to normal again, but he was shocked by this exaggerated and terrifying number.

But don't forget, the prerequisite for getting Xueshamen to pay Fang Chen is for Fang Chen to win the championship!

But is he likely to win?
impossible!
In his opinion, Fang Chen's behavior is tantamount to a clown.

Losing money and making money, just giving away 30 billion to the Xueshamen for nothing.

"I think you are really thinking too much.

You think you can make a big fortune with a small one.

I want to see what kind of expression you will show when you lose all your money."

Fang Chen glanced at Leng Chen, with a half-smile on the corner of his mouth, he clicked his lips and said;

"If I really earn 300 trillion, I will definitely give [-] million to Leng Shao.

Thank you for helping me increase the odds."

After saying that, Fang Chen laughed and walked towards the large army together with Fang Shiyun.

(End of this chapter)