My wife and I made a bet, and you, old man, want to join in? Why are you so curious... Chu Fang was speechless.

The white old man said, "Beautiful ladies always get preferential treatment. I also bet this beautiful lady will win the prize. If I lose, I owe you something."

Chu Fang's eyes darted around, and he agreed.

He continued, "If you lose, you don't have to do anything; you just need to say one sentence in Chinese in front of everyone."

The two sides then placed a bet.

Chu Fang then wrote down what the old man would say if he lost, writing it down carefully: "I am 250."

Zhong Tingyue pinched her husband.

You dead man.

He wrote down what he said, then folded it up and handed it to the old white man, saying seriously, "You lost. Just say it out loud in front of everyone."

The elderly white man nodded, then left excitedly.

Zhong Tingyue glanced sideways.

Chu Fang smiled and said, "It's so boring. I have to find something interesting to do. Either I find amusement in myself or in other people."

"It was just a casual remark about 250. Foreigners don't understand it, and even if they do, they don't know what it means."

"Look how happy that old man is. He even has to thank me. Look, he's giving me a thumbs up."

The old white man, holding a wine glass, gave a thumbs-up towards where Chu Fang and his companion were sitting.

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Just then, Teacher Chi and Teacher Wu walked over: "Hey, Teacher Zhong, do you know Marshall?"

"Who?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

“That old man,” Teacher Chi pointed to the white old man who had just made the bet, “is Marshall, an internationally renowned design master who has achieved remarkable results in architecture, interior design, and product design. His creations integrate diverse cultures and innovative concepts, making him a benchmark in the industry.”

Zhong Tingyue and Chu Fang exchanged glances, the latter chuckled.

The reception ended quickly, followed by the awards ceremony. Everyone looked at the stage, waiting for the results to be revealed.

Chu Fang said, "I was just playing around. How was I supposed to know that old man was so powerful? At worst, I'll withdraw my bet after the awards ceremony and eat that piece of paper raw. That way, nothing will happen..."

The host's voice echoed throughout the awards ceremony: "The winner of this year's International Design Award is... Marshall!"

Chu Fang's chattering mouth suddenly shut up.

The elderly white man went on stage, first thanking his relatives and friends, the organizers and other such platitudes, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Marshall was visibly startled when he saw the words on the note.

Chu Fang below clenched his fists and said, "My grandfather, please don't say it, I'm kneeling down to you."

Marshall, holding the microphone, shouted, "I'm 250! I'm 250...!"

"Damn!" Chu Fang exclaimed in surprise.

Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched.

I want to die...

Marshall's Chinese echoed throughout the awards ceremony. Most of the people present were foreigners who couldn't understand Chinese, so everyone stared at each other.

Nobody knows what this design luminary is talking about.

But to show their respect, they all stood up; some clapped, some cheered, some clenched their fists, and chanted in unison, "250, 250, 250..."

Teacher Chi and Teacher Wu looked at each other.

Did I hear that right?

"It should be. Marshall was German, so he probably spoke German, which is just similar to Chinese."

"That makes sense. Shall we shout it together?"

"I don't want to shout."

"I don't want to either."

... ...

The thunderous sound of the awards ceremony pulled Chu Fang from his dazed state. Listening to the surrounding noise, he slapped his forehead, exclaiming, "My God..."

This is a huge mess.

Zhong Tingyue pulled Chu Fang: "Let's go!"

I can't stay here, or I'll be utterly disgraced.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to flee.

They planned to sneak away from the awards ceremony, but as soon as they reached the door, they were blocked by Marshall, who was coming off the stage.

Upon seeing the elderly white man, Chu Fang tried to ease the awkwardness with a smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

Marshall awkwardly remarked, "Is this interesting?"

"It's meaningless." Chu Fang shrank his neck, but still stubbornly said, "You clearly know Chinese and know what it means, but you still insist on shouting it out."

He really couldn't understand why the old man had to shout it out.

Marshall patted Chu Fang on the shoulder and said happily, "I think it's very interesting."

"Huh?" Chu Fang, who had been bending over, straightened up immediately.

Let me see what's going on here!

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

After chatting with him, I learned that the old man did indeed know the meaning of that sentence, but even knowing it, he still shouted it out. He didn't mean anything by it; he was just playing around.

I just love watching a bunch of people shout '250' and think they're complimenting him, but they're actually insulting him.

This feeling made Marshall feel good and comfortable.

As a leading figure in the design field, he was tired of being praised all the time, and he preferred to be criticized rather than praised.

In Chinese terms, it means that the old man is just bored and has nothing better to do.

Chu Fang gave a thumbs up: "Grandpa, you're really an idiot!"

"Hehe." Marshall laughed.

Zhong Tingyue and Marshall exchanged contact information, and then Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue away from the scene.

Although it was Marshall who said it, he always felt that if he didn't run, he wouldn't be able to run at all.

"Will Mr. Chu dare to do it again?" Zhong Tingyue asked, tilting her swan-like neck as she walked down the street.

"Zhong Tingyue, are you blaming me? You don't know how to be grateful!" Chu Fang glared. "Without me, would you have been able to get the contact information of such a world-class designer?"

Zhong Tingyue: "... ...Well, I guess I should thank you?"

"With our relationship, there's no need for that."

Zhong Tingyue suddenly remembered the bet between them: "I didn't win the award, Mr. Chu, you lost."