Na Ying initially thought this gambling venture wouldn't be very popular and she would only make a small profit. However, she underestimated Chen Feng's influence. Within minutes, countless people around the world started investing money.
What made Na-young jump for joy was that these people were all die-hard fans of Chen Feng, and they had all bought shares in Chen Feng.
Haha, not only her, the betting companies are also overjoyed. The more people bet on Chen Feng to win, the more they earn.
Soon, in just over ten minutes, the amount of money betting on Yang Zhi reached 300 million yuan, while the amount betting on Chen Feng reached a staggering 800 million yuan. And this was just the beginning, because they discovered that the increase in betting on Yang Zhi was getting smaller and smaller, while the increase in betting on Chen Feng was getting larger and larger.
What does this show? It shows that Chen Feng has too many die-hard fans. They don't care about spending tens or hundreds of yuan, just to prove their idol right.
“Dear Ms. Na Ying, this gambling event was a great success. We welcome you to visit Myanmar, my little princess.”
Nayoung continued the phone call, a graceful smile playing on her lips.
"Dear Charlie, I will definitely come if I have the chance. I just hope that you won't cut my kidneys then."
"Haha, Ms. Naying, you're really joking. Although we really like Chinese kidneys, we have great respect for our friends. You can rest assured about that."
"Thank you, Mr. Charlie, for treating me as a friend. By the way, our art association is about to announce the 'Apple Picture,' and I'm really looking forward to its release. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to come up with such a great money-making idea."
Na-young picked up the red wine on the table and began to slowly savor it.
"I'm really looking forward to it. Conservatively speaking, we can earn billions of yuan this time, hahaha!"
After hanging up the phone, Na-young excitedly opened the official website. At this time, the Art Association had already released information about the mysterious master.
When Nayoung opened the announcement with a smile, the next second, she froze completely, like a zombie, her throat trying to make a sound, but no sound came out.
Chen Feng?
How could it be him?
How could that be?
After being asked three questions in a row, Na-young became completely distraught and went into a frenzy. Just then, the phone rang.
"You motherfucking bitch! Didn't you say we were guaranteed to win this time? What happened? Are you deliberately trying to screw me over?"
The person on the other side was clearly a furious Charlie.
"Although I closed the channel in time, do you know that the amount bet on Chen Feng this time was as high as 3 billion RMB, which means I have to pay out 30 billion RMB. You filthy bitch, even if you cut off the kidneys of your entire family for eighteen generations, it wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap."
Na-young's mind was buzzing, and she remained unmoved by the angry curses coming from the other side.
She knew very well what it meant that Chen Feng was the artist of that painting. It meant that Chen Feng had a real chance of becoming the champion of the art competition. No, it was a sure thing, because the hyper-realistic painting was just too amazing.
She thought of the 100 million she had invested, and her heart suddenly began to ache. Coupled with the threat from her father Charlie, she couldn't catch her breath and collapsed to the ground.
The glass shattered on the floor with a crisp sound, attracting the attention of the maid. She rushed upstairs to check and found her boss lying on the floor, convulsing.
"Oh my god, boss, what's wrong with you? Are you having an epileptic seizure?"
The maid rushed forward, supporting Na-young's body and shaking her repeatedly.
Kona Ying's consciousness was gradually fading, white foam was increasing, and her pupils were dilating.
This terrified the maid. She immediately called for an ambulance while patting Na-young repeatedly, but that was clearly not going to work.
The maid wiped Na-young's mouth and nose with a tissue, preparing to give her artificial respiration, but as soon as she got close, a stench mixed with the smell of alcohol hit her, almost making the maid vomit.
The maid couldn't bring herself to eat it. She thought about running away, but after hesitating for a long time, she knew that running away would definitely cause trouble, so she could only force herself to endure the nausea and start exhaling.
Her hands kept pressing against Nayoung's chest, looking at her firm breasts, and she kept muttering, "She's over forty years old, how come she's still so perky? It's good to be a celebrity with money, she takes such good care of herself."
But as she pressed, she sensed something was wrong. There was a squeaking sound, like rubber rubbing against something.
Listening carefully, she discovered the source of the sound—it was coming from Na-young's chest. Curious, she then removed Na-young's clothes and bra.
Unintentionally, out of curiosity, the maid performed the correct artificial respiration by loosening her tightly bound clothing.
She kneaded the two obviously fake breasts for a while, and the squelching sounds grew louder. She realized, "This is silicone! So this is why these celebrities look so young and beautiful."
A little while later, the ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital. The doctor even praised the maid for her good performance, saying that if it weren't for her correct first aid methods, Na-young might not have survived.
Of course, this was just a minor incident. Unlike Nayoung's tragic situation, at this moment, netizens around the world were completely stunned, followed by a deafening explosion like an atomic bomb.
"Can anyone tell me what the hell I'm seeing? Am I dreaming or is this world fake?"
"This is absolutely outrageous, so outrageous it's beyond outrageous! It's Chen Feng, and to make matters worse, it's the same Chen Feng with the same formula."
"My God, I have never experienced such stimulation and shock in my life. I finally understand what it feels like to have my whole body go numb. Wind God, can you please stop being so awesome? Give me a break!"
"I thought of countless possible outcomes, but I never thought of this one. A god who is an all-around master in the music industry is already a legend in history. You're telling me you want to become a god in the art world? You actually have that kind of ability."
Almost everyone in the world was stunned.
When Fan Gao found Chen Feng's information, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.
"Master Fan, how are you?"
A group of students and other famous painters gathered around; they too were now seeing the information displayed on the computer.
"Chen Feng, a rising star in the Chinese music scene, an all-around singer, is currently 25 years old."
They don't need to doubt whether they've mistaken someone for someone else, because the Chinese government has clearly stated that this Chen Feng is the same Chen Feng who is the legendary singer in the music scene.
Then, when the group saw the man's age, they involuntarily let go of Fan Gao's hand, needing to cover their mouths in surprise.
The poor old man, Fan Gao, was abandoned and collapsed on the ground.
It wasn't until a sound was made that everyone reacted, frantically helping Master Fan Gao to his feet. They saw that Fan Gao was pale, as if he had suffered an unbearable blow.
"How is that possible? How could there be such a genius in this world? No... he's not a genius... he's the son of God."
Fan Gao trembled incessantly. Twenty-five years old! His skill at twenty-five was many times greater than that of Lao Tzu, who had spent his entire life studying painting. What incredible talent!
"I must see him; this will be my last wish in this life."
With tears in his eyes, Fan Gao stared at the picture of Chen Feng, who had a serious expression, on the computer screen and fell into deep thought.
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