"Ha ha."
"Don't speak so confidently about anything."
"Is there anything in this world that is 100% certain?"
Looking at the menacing Song Qiang in front of him, Lin Sen immediately smiled: "It's a betting game. Since it's a betting game, even if you have a 99% chance of winning, there's still a 1% chance of losing."
"So when it comes to winning or losing, nobody knows the outcome until the very last moment."
"No one can be 100% certain whether they will ultimately win or lose."
Lin Sen shrugged slightly: "Therefore, I need to see you produce real money, not just empty promises like this."
“I mean what I say, and I directly pledged a check for three thousand yuan.”
"With this check, you can go to the bank anytime to exchange it for three thousand yuan in cash."
"This is the real deal, absolutely no deception!"
Lin Sen looked at Song Qiang with a very serious expression: "Therefore, I also need you to show your sincerity."
"Otherwise, we can't continue this bet!"
"I'm telling you, I'm guaranteed to win!"
Drunk and arrogant, Song Qiang glared fiercely at Lin Sen: "Who do you think you are? You think you can just tell my dad to beat me and he'll do it in public?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"I'm telling you, that's impossible!"
"My dad would never hit me."
Song Qiang crossed his arms and looked at Lin Sen with disdain: "You are really stupid and ridiculous."
"We'll find out tomorrow whether your dad will hit you or not."
Although Song Qiang looked provocative, Lin Sen still smiled and said without getting angry, "Let's settle the bet first, is that alright?"
"You wouldn't be..."
"You can't come up with three thousand yuan, can you?"
Looking at Song Qiang in front of him, Lin Sen deliberately used a provocation tactic: "Tsk tsk, you, the son of a dignified textile factory director, can't even come up with a mere three thousand yuan."
What am I supposed to say to you?
"well."
Lin Sen sighed and shook his head: "If you really can't come up with three thousand yuan, then I'm sorry, we can't take this bet."
"After all, there's no way that when making a bet, only one party puts up the stakes while the other party only makes empty promises."
"Let's put it this way: if I can't come up with this three thousand yuan deposit, would you bet with me?"
As he spoke, Lin Sen glanced at Zhu Yong beside him and said, "Brother Zhu Yong, don't you think that makes sense?"
"If you were in his position, and I couldn't come up with three thousand dollars, would you agree to gamble with me?"
"Of course not!"
Although it was unclear where Lin Sen got his confidence from, or why he was so certain he could win the bet and get Song Qiang beaten up, Zhu Yong immediately replied without hesitation after Lin Sen finished speaking: "Anyway, when I make a bet, we always put up the stakes together."
"Only in this way can we ensure fairness and impartiality, and start gambling directly."
"If one party cannot come up with the bet, they can only issue an IOU."
"Then I definitely won't gamble!"
Zhu Yong shook his head: "After all, what's the point of an IOU? It's all about the character of the person who wrote it."
"If the person who wrote this IOU is of very poor character."
"Then this IOU is completely useless, it's just a piece of paper."
"It's too uncomfortable to use for wiping your butt."
"hehe."
Zhu Yong shook his head with a cold laugh, then looked at Song Qiang again: "Hey Song, do you have any money? Do you dare to gamble with Brother Sen?"
“My brother Sen is betting 10,000, while you only need to bet 3,000.”
"You can't even come up with three thousand yuan."
"So this is what you call the factory director's son?"
"You're faking it."
Zhu Yong sneered dismissively, "You look like a fake to me!"
"Tsk tsk."
Zhu Yong, arms crossed, sneered and shook his head dismissively: "How amusing. You actually impersonated the son of the textile factory director. That's incredible."
"I'm serious!?"
Song Qiang was immediately enraged, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Zhu Yong.
"Then give me the money!"
"You, the son of a factory director, can't even come up with a mere three thousand yuan?" Zhu Yong sneered again, "Who would believe that if word got out?"
Do you believe it?
As he spoke, Zhu Yong looked at the manager of the dance hall.
"Brother Qiang is indeed the son of the textile factory director. I can testify to that. There's no doubt about it."
The nightclub manager answered immediately.
Then, his eyes darted around, and he looked at Song Qiang: "Brother Qiang, they're actually right. If you're going to make a bet, you do have to put up the stakes beforehand."
"We've been to all the casinos."
"If you want to place a bet, you definitely need to use money."
The nightclub manager muttered, "If you can't come up with the money, you can't gamble at the casino."
"So, no matter where you are, you really have to put up a wager first when you make a bet."
"After all, if you don't place any bets, you're just getting something for nothing."
"If you win, you make pure profit; if you lose, you can cheat."
"There's no such thing as a free lunch."
In order to facilitate this bet, the nightclub manager deliberately spoke on behalf of Lin Sen and Zhu Yong.
It wasn't that he had a problem with Song Qiang, but rather that he genuinely wanted to facilitate this bet.
Because of this bet, whether Lin Sen wins or Zhu Yong wins, the nightclub will be the ultimate winner!
After all, Song Qiang won, and the dance hall can earn 10,000 yuan from Lin Sen.
Lin Sen won, and the dance hall can also earn three thousand from Song Qiang.
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