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  He was stunned for a moment, and now he no longer thought that Fatty was lovely.

  He has already figured out that this fat guy is a lobster...

  There's crap in his head!

  To put it nicely, he's a consultant, but to be blunt, he's just a hanger-on. The fact that this can attract hatred is really speechless! He decided that the first thing he would do when he got back was to take a look in the mirror and see if his handsome index had made a qualitative leap.

  Of course, he didn't know that this fat man's bet with Song Yaner also included the latter's O.

  And this chicken store... well, the owner of the cockfighting store Liao Laosan was just making a phone call to Hong Paozi when he accidentally let slip that Bai Hua was a small wolf dog.

  Liao Lao San is doing this to deliberately provoke conflict between the two sides, while he himself reaps the benefits and takes advantage of the opportunity to sell his fighting cock at a good price.

  But this way, the fat man looked at Bai Huan, naturally, was extremely displeased.

  It was already a prey at his mouth, but it was snatched away by another little brat, how could Old Master Hong bear it?

  Hong Baozi's sarcastic and contemptuous tone, as well as Liao Laosan's echoing, didn't faze Bai Huang in the slightest.

  Which normal person would actively communicate with a buzzing fly? Can't stand the noise, shoo it away with a wave of hand or just slap it dead, why bother asking stupid questions like "Why do you like eating shit and making annoying noises?"?

  But there is an idiom called "giving an inch and taking a foot".

  There is a kind of person who is used to being arrogant and looking down on others.

  The fatty chuckled and clearly took Bai Huan's disapproval as a sign of weakness and retreat, the mockery on his face growing thicker: "Since you're so knowledgeable, little friend, how about we play a game? We're just idle anyway. I won't say more, 500,000 yuan per person!"

  How did I get dragged into this? Even if you win against me, would Song Yan Er still be with you?

  Bai Huang couldn't understand this fatty's train of thought at all.

  But before he could refuse, the tomboy Song Yaner next to him stood up: "Hey, hey, Boss Hong, this is a bit inappropriate. You're free to choose your own chicken, but we've already agreed that the Mid-Autumn Festival is the starting point. Now you're dragging in someone else, isn't that unnecessary?"

  Huh? Did I just hear that right?

  Bai Huang looked at Song Yan'er with a puzzled expression. He really hadn't expected that this woman, although a bit rough and rude, actually had a good heart. If it were someone else, they would have been eager to drag several people into the pit and stir up the water. But she not only didn't agree with Hong Baozi's proposal, but also took the initiative to pull Bai Huang out of it.

  Alas! This is going to be tough!

  Originally, according to Bai Huan's idea, he would help Song Yan'er with her affairs, but instead, he got into trouble for no reason. If she didn't give him an explanation, later on, he would drag her and Pangzi down together.

  But now...

  How embarrassing! As expected, a narrow-minded person can't get what they want.

  Although Song Yaner took the initiative to stand up and help him out of trouble, the effect was really not very good.

  Not only did it fail to dispel Hong's idea, but it also provoked him even more, his eyes were filled with anger, and he felt that if he didn't teach this son of a bitch a good lesson, he would not be able to quench his anger.

  "How about it, little friend? Don't you want to come and play? Or can't you even take out 500,000?"

  The fatty took another two steps closer, his eyes filled with three parts arrogance and seven parts disdain. He exaggeratedly said: "Won't you? Now finding a nightclub to be a hostess, one month would also have twenty or thirty thousand! Someone as generous as Miss Song, the amount she gives you each month, can't be less than thirty thousand, right?"

  Looking at Hong Bao's big belly, Bai Huan was just thinking that it looked like a water bucket, and then he heard the sentence behind him.

  Are you kidding me?

  Kept mistress?

  His eyebrows twitched violently, and if someone familiar with him was present, they would know he had started to get annoyed.

  And without mentioning that this person has always been vengeful, even if it's in line with the Druidic spirit of balance - you make me uncomfortable, following the idea of balance, I also must not let you be too happy.

  Bai Guang felt that his understanding of Druid spirit was really on point.

  "Since Boss Hong likes it, playing a game is no big deal." Bai Huang nodded and said somewhat hesitantly: "However, 500,000 yuan isn't that much, how about we raise the stakes a bit?"

  A face full of ignorance and fearlessness, just like those pampered little wolves' expressions, are simply identical.

  Before anyone could respond, Bai Huang thought for a moment and seemed still not satisfied with the surprise he had created. He turned his head to look at Song Yan'er: "Why don't we do it this way? We don't have to wait until Mid-Autumn Festival either. It's more interesting to meet unexpectedly than to make an appointment. Let's settle Miss Song's gambling debt all at once, how refreshing."

  He originally thought he had said so, and according to the fat man's previous personality, he would definitely agree hastily.

  But in fact, any rich person, even if they are a nouveau riche, their caution and carefulness is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

  Hong Bao's arrogance and domineering behavior only reveal themselves when he thinks he has the upper hand.

  At this time, facing Bai Huan's strange invitation, he instead retracted his overbearing momentum and stared at Bai Huan with a profound gaze.

  Bai Huang immediately understood his mind - this guy was worried that he and Song Yaner would join forces to set him up.

  That's all the courage you have.

  "Hmm? Boss Hong still wants to wait until Mid-Autumn Festival? That's too punctual. A flash of disappointment flickered across Bai Huan's face, and his mouth couldn't help but lament: "Alas, I just saw Liao Boss's chicken and was thinking of using it to win a good start... didn't expect Boss Hong to be a connoisseur too, just not falling for it."

  That kind of utterly disappointed expression doesn't need any artistic processing and can directly participate in the Oscars.

  "Wait, you're saying you picked out a chicken at Liao Laosan's place?"

  Hong Paozi immediately became uneasy, he had originally thought that this little scoundrel was in cahoots with Song Yanner, intentionally running to a third party's place to set him up.

  Now it seems that even the fighting cocks were just selected, how could this be a trap?

  Liao Lao San has a few guts, daring to collude with these two women to cheat on me?

  Hong Paozi dared to pat his 36E thick chest and guarantee that even if two women volunteered to share a bed, Liao Laosan would not dare to agree for three days.

  As he thought about it, the doubt on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by an uncontrollable excitement that couldn't be concealed.

  Looking at the chubby boy's big pancake face, Bai Huan nodded firmly: "It's Liao Boss's chicken, I think highly of that one! Just wait until we win some money later, don't be stingy, Hong Boss."

  Hong Paozi was overjoyed and muttered ungratefully: "Stupid little runt, you can win against me? You must be kidding!"

  But on the surface he was still strong and self-controlled, using his eyes to ask Song Yan'er.

  This kid agreed but didn't care about anything, he didn't come for 50,000 yuan anyway.

  Hong Baozi is most concerned about Song Yaner's excellent dance hall and the woman's bed-wagering bet.

  Seeing several people looking over at the same time, Song Yaner only felt that her palms were all sweaty and subconsciously shook her head.

  She is not so brainless as to be beyond all cure.

  Liao Lao San didn't care about the rules and informed Hong Bao Zi when she was choosing chickens, showing that he also had no integrity.

  The fighting cocks bought from this kind of person, how good is their fighting strength, Song Yan'er really had her doubts.

  She was hesitant and went to see her best friend, but found that her sister's gaze had fallen on the unreliable Bai Huan.

  Feeling the gaze of two fierce women, Bai Huan was somewhat nervous at this time, but he carelessly opened his mouth and shouted: "Pang girl! Pang girl!"

  "Could it be that the cat was trained by you, Liao Laosan's fighting rooster..."

  Bai Huang lowered his voice: "Don't worry! Except for that stupid Olympic, that fat guy won't win anything."

  It has come to this, and apart from trusting Bai Huan, the two of them have no better choice. Even if they drag out the gamble until Mid-Autumn Festival, it's just a matter of prolonging their miserable struggle for another two days. The chance of defeating Hong Baozi is still slim, so it's better to make a desperate bet now.

  And this young man also mortgaged 500,000 yuan himself, he wouldn't harm others without benefiting himself, would he?

  Having made up her mind, Song Yan'er gritted her teeth and nodded, while on the other side, Hong Baozi saw her agree and couldn't help but slap his thigh heavily, with a look of great satisfaction.

  "Although it's all settled, it's still better to sign an agreement." The demeanor that the nouveau riche fatty had been trying so hard to maintain was now completely gone, and his petty face was finally exposed.

  Bai Guang naturally didn't care, and after Song Yan'er's legs trembled slightly, she also signed her own name.

  Liao Lao San followed Hong Bao Zi around, running back and forth. As soon as the contract was signed, he eagerly urged Bai Huan: "Little brother chose which chicken, point it out to me, I'll go catch it."

  The ones he took out for Song Yaner to choose from were also good quality, but they still had a gap with the top-level fighting cocks.

  The real treasure has been hidden in a small courtyard next door, just waiting for Hong Baozi to come and make an offer.

  "It's settled." Bai Huang smiled and nodded.

  Liao Lao San stared at him with a straight face, just waiting for Bai Huan to nod his head, and he would go get the chicken.

  Huh? Where is this kid pointing?!

  Liao Lao San noticed that the direction was wrong and followed Bai Huan's pointing direction, his eyes widened immediately.

  "What? You want that old hen?" Liao Lao San turned back in disbelief, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

  Huh? I thought being locked in such a small cage meant that I was an unimportant chicken, could it be that my judgment was wrong?

  He forced a laugh: "What's with all the nonsense? I knew it was just a bunch of hooey! So, are you selling this chicken or not?"

  Before Liao Laosan could speak, Hong Baozi was already excited: "Oh my, this kid is really interesting. This chicken is too old to eat, you're still bringing it out to compete? Are you trying to give me money because you know you can't win?"

  Next to Song Yaner was even more anxious, didn't expect Bai Huan to pick and choose, actually picked an old hen!

  Look at that chicken crouching in its nest, motionless and pitiful, can't even stand up with the help of two crutches, how can it fight in the arena?

  But now even the agreement has been signed, in black and white...

  Thinking of this, Song Yaner's eyes quickly turned white and her legs softened, and she fell straight back.