"Something happened?"

"What happened?"

He got up and went outside, where he saw several faces gathered at the door.

Upon hearing their shouts, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked the manager to go up and try to persuade them.

The manager pushed through the crowd and came to the contestants.

"Don't shout, don't shout."

"We never said we wouldn't pay!"

"You've misunderstood. We just won't give you the prize money for being the champion!"

At this moment, these players were also getting a little carried away, staring intently at the manager and cursing loudly.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't pay?"

"Why are you willing to give it now?!"

The manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and kept explaining.

"That's not what we meant. You've really misunderstood."

"What do you mean you won't pay us? We're just considering how to pay you."

"You've really misunderstood."

One of the contestants widened his eyes, stared intently at the manager, and raised his voice even higher.

"Pay up?"

"Now we have to pay again!"

How much will you give me?

The manager was speechless. The boss had sent him in a hurry, but hadn't specified how much he would be paid.

His hesitation made the group realize that something was wrong, and they all gathered around.

"How much will you give me? Just tell me!"

"yes!"

"Why aren't you saying anything!"

The manager looked flustered and kept glancing towards the boss's position.

Following his gaze, the crowd found the boss hiding behind the group.

One of the contestants, who was already getting a little carried away, pointed directly at the boss in the distance.

"Say it!"

"Boss, don't just stand there watching!"

"You fucking tell us! How much will you give us?!"

Everyone looked back and finally saw the boss's position.

When the boss saw so many people staring at him with strange looks, he hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Here you go! The original price! Five hundred per person! I won't go back on my word!"

"I'll send someone to give you some money right now!"

The group finally nodded in satisfaction.

But they were completely unaware that there were several familiar faces mixed in with the crowd.

The contestants from the Dragon Team had taken off their jackets and were mingling in the crowd. They were eager to cause trouble and started shouting.

"Five hundred per person?"

"Two of them were runners-up!"

"Isn't the runner-up's place worth two thousand?"

This sentence instantly awakened the invited contestants.

The two runners-up stared intently at the boss, loudly questioning him.

"Yeah! We got two thousand, why did you give me five hundred!"

"I still have a spot in the semifinals this round, that's a thousand bucks! And you're only giving me five hundred?"

"No way, are you really going to try and get rid of us beggars like this?!"

This statement immediately garnered the approval of many customers in the vicinity.

They were all just there to join in the fun, and seeing that there was still juicy gossip to be had, they all chimed in.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, the boss could only grit his teeth and shout at the crowd.

"I'll give you whatever amount you say I'll give you!"

"It will be based on your grades!"

"Those who are invited, five hundred each!"

Only after these words were spoken did public anger begin to subside somewhat.

After everyone watched as they received their money, the people around them were finally satisfied with the final outcome.

Unfortunately, they overlooked one crucial detail: Gangzi, who was waiting outside the door.

Gangzi saw people coming out one after another and started shouting loudly at the door.

"Brothers!"

"Our Dragon Arcade is hosting a competition next week!"

"The champion will receive a prize of three thousand! The runner-up will receive a prize of one thousand five hundred!"

"And I guarantee that our contestants will not participate in the competition; they will serve as judges to comment on the contestants' performance!"

"If we win, we'll even get their guidance!"

These words immediately boosted the enthusiasm of many people who had come specifically for the competition.

This left the arcade owner dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that Gangzi was still waiting for him at the door?

Gangzi's lips gradually curled up, and he drove away from the arcade without looking back.

On the way, the team members were also complaining about today's game.

Red Hair, sitting in the back seat, was also complaining.

"This arcade will go out of business sooner or later."

"Brother Gang!"

"How long do you think it will take for this arcade to go out of business!"

Gangzi raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe a week."

"No more than two weeks."

"This guy's reputation is completely ruined."

Everyone on the bus agreed.

Everyone who frequents arcades knows that a good owner makes for a great time, but unfortunately, this owner's reputation is completely ruined.

Gangzi understood this point.

Despite the booming business of Longteng Arcade, it's not just because Longteng Arcade has few machines and a limited environment; Gangzi is also very good at networking.

People who come here give away game tokens, water, and cigarettes, which has kept Longteng Arcade in good reputation, and everyone likes to come and play.

The way this boss runs his business means he'll go bankrupt as soon as his reputation collapses.

...

That evening, everyone returned to their lodgings, happily discussing the day's events.

As soon as they entered, they felt a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring intently at their backs.

Gangzi seemed to remember something, and turned around shakily, only to see Meng Ran smiling at them with icy eyes.

That smile sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Gangzi apologized repeatedly.

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