Chapter 124 - Making Four Million

However, Ye Fan wasn’t in a hurry.

He calmly leaned forward with his cue and gently struck the cue ball.

The cue ball rolled, first hitting his own smaller ball, pushing it out slightly, then with the remaining inertia, it squeezed in, clinging closely to both the baseline of the pool table and Ye Fan’s smaller ball, only five or six millimeters from Zhou Shijie’s larger ball, and moreover, the cue ball was blocked by Ye Fan’s smaller ball on the inside.

“Wow—”

Everyone inevitably let out a cry of amazement; the cue ball had stopped so perfectly, an absolutely desperate shot.

No matter how Zhou Shijie would strike, he would foul immediately and would also knock out Ye Fan’s smaller ball, making it easier for him to play.

Seeing where the cue ball had stopped, Zhou Shijie immediately felt an urge to throw his cue in frustration, bottled up to the extreme.

“Despicable!

Shameless!” Feng Yanyan jumped out and pointed at Ye Fan, spewing curses.

Everyone’s gaze swept over, and under the collective disdainful eyes, Feng Yanyan couldn’t help but shrink back, her blustering extinguished, silently retreating.

Zhou Shijie had no choice but to resort to trickery with Ye Fan.

He lightly tapped the cue ball with his cue, counting it as a stroke.

Although the positions of the balls remained unchanged, Ye Fan gained an extra chance to strike because Zhou Shijie fouled.

Although the angle and position were not good, being able to play two consecutive shots, Ye Fan was confident he could pocket the last smaller ball.

Bang!

The smaller ball and the cue ball moved out of their original positions, with the smaller ball rolling directly near a pocket.

Without a doubt, Ye Fan made another shot, pocketing the last smaller ball.

Then, another shot pocketed the black eight-ball.

The first game, Ye Fan won!

Clap clap clap…

A thunderous applause arose as expected.

After a brief rest for three minutes, the second game began.

Since Zhou Shijie had broken in the first game, it was Ye Fan’s turn to break this game.

Bang!

With a deafening sound, the cue ball, powerfully struck by Ye Fan’s cue, hit the rack of balls, which immediately scattered as if a powerful bomb had been thrown in the middle, the balls rapidly knocking each other before falling into pockets.

Nearly twenty seconds later, all balls stopped, with half the balls already pocketed.

Wow—

Everyone couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment, damn, the force of that shot was just too damn strong.

The referee stepped forward to count the balls, with the result showing that seven balls had been pocketed, three large and four small.

Ye Fan surveyed the situation on the table and said, “I choose to play the larger balls.”

At his level, getting one extra ball didn’t matter; what mattered more was whether the position of the balls on the table had any obstacles, allowing for a clean sweep in one shot.

Because seven balls had been pocketed in one go, and also because the power of Ye Fan’s break was so strong, the remaining balls on the table were completely spread out, so playing the larger balls posed almost no difficulty for him.

Next, Ye Fan effortlessly cleared the table in one go, finally pocketing the black eight-ball.

Zhou Shijie could only watch helplessly, unable to take a single shot and directly losing the game.

“This game, Ye Fan wins!” the referee declared, “According to the best-of-three rules, for this gamble, Ye Fan wins!”

Clap clap clap…

Thunderous applause erupted, along with enthusiastic cheering.

Ye Fan smiled and nodded at the audience around him.

Bobo rushed up excitedly and jumped into Ye Fan’s arms like a returned swallow.

Her arms, white as snowy lotus roots, tightly hugged Ye Fan’s neck; then, without giving Ye Fan a chance to react, she quickly pursed her soft pink lips and kissed him.

They kissed!

Ye Fan felt the soft warmth on his lips and immediately turned his face away.

They were just pretending to be a couple.

When did it become real?

Fortunately, Bobo didn’t continue to kiss him; otherwise, Ye Fan really didn’t know whether to keep dodging or to accept it.

The crowd celebrated the witnessed miracle, while Zhou Shijie stood dumbfounded, his mind blank.

When he made the bet, it seemed like his family was rich enough to not care about three million.

In reality, he was still a sophomore and didn’t have real financial authority.

He could take out a couple of hundred thousand, but the three million he gambled wasn’t his; it was from his father, who let him try to manage a company’s project fund.

Losing the three million would not make his father punish him, but the consequences were severe; his father would no longer trust him, and his future position in the family would be miserable.

“Shijie, what should we do?

I don’t want to kneel in front of everyone,” Feng Yanyan shook Zhou Shijie and shrieked, “I’d rather die!”

“Then go die!” Zhou Shijie shouted back furiously.

Feng Yanyan immediately started crying hysterically, “You’re yelling at me, you’re yelling at me, I don’t want to live, I won’t jump off a building…”

Feng Yanyan’s public crying immediately attracted mockery and pointing from the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhou Shijie had no choice but to temporarily soothe Feng Yanyan.

Both parties had entrusted the stakes to Yonghui Club as a middleman at the start of the bet.

Now that Ye Fan had won, Yonghui Club immediately handed all the chips to Ye Fan.

After receiving the chips, it was time for the apology.

“Feng Yanyan, don’t think you can get away with making a scene.

Kneel down and kowtow to Brother Ye, beg for his forgiveness!” Bobo stood by Ye Fan and barked at Feng Yanyan.

Spurred by Bobo’s shouting, Feng Yanyan immediately hid behind Zhou Shijie, her face mournful, “Shijie, I don’t want to kneel to anyone.

Let’s just leave here.”

“Forget about running away,” Zhou Shijie said, “Yonghui Club, as the intermediary, won’t let you break the agreement.

You should ask if you can settle it with money.”

“Yes, yes, money, he’s a poor man; he must like money a lot!” Feng Yanyan exclaimed as if grasping a lifeline.

She ran up to Ye Fan and said, “Country…

ahem, I mean, what if I give you a hundred thousand, then I wouldn’t need to apologize to you.”

Bobo giggled and said, “Feng Yanyan, are you a pig?

We already have three million, do we need your hundred thousand?

It’s hard to buy happiness with money; just kneel and apologize properly!”

“Three hundred thousand, I’ll give you three hundred thousand,” Feng Yanyan panicked and immediately switched to a pleading tone.

Bobo quickly whispered into Ye Fan’s ear, “Her family is very rich, even richer than Zhou Shijie’s.

Three hundred thousand is too cheap for her.”

Ye Fan nodded slightly.

After their quiet chat, they tacitly stared at Feng Yanyan without saying a word.

Seeing that Ye Fan remained silent, Feng Yanyan grew even more panicked and cried out, “One million.

I really only have one million, any more and my dad will definitely kill me.”

By the end of her plea, she was nearly crying.

“One million can spare you from kneeling, but you still have to apologize publicly,” Ye Fan said.

It was a trivial matter, just a few verbal exchanges; there was no need to push her to the brink.

Hearing this, Feng Yanyan immediately thanked Ye Fan profoundly for his magnanimity.

Thereupon, Feng Yanyan swiped her card, withdrew one million in chips, and handed them to Ye Fan, then publicly apologized to him.

Finally, Zhou Shijie, his face full of resentment, left with Feng Yanyan in disgrace.