However, Chen Haoran pretended to feel sorry for Chen Feng.
"Oh no, if bro... uh, if Chen Feng really can't afford the bill, he'll probably be stuck at the bar washing dishes to pay it off, right?"
"Um?"
Wang Yaqin was taken aback. "Washing dishes is good!"
"Back in the Chen family, didn't that little bastard love washing dishes?"
“I remember that after every meal, he would rush to clean up the dishes.”
What's this called?
"This is what it means to apply what you've learned and live up to the past!"
After saying that, Wang Yaqin burst into laughter.
Her happy expression made it seem as if she could already see the tragic scene of Chen Feng washing dishes to pay off his debts.
Chen Haoran and Wang Yaqin's voices were quite loud, and because they were very close, Chen Feng and Li Xiaogang could hear their conversation clearly.
Chen Feng ignored this.
They're just a bunch of noisy toads, why bother with them?
It's only because the Nightclub can make him rich that Chen Feng left; otherwise, he would have left long ago.
But Li Xiaogang's eyes widened.
"Old Chen, are they... your family?"
"No."
Chen Feng shook his head. "I'm an orphan. My family all died eighteen years ago."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaogang was taken aback.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your painful memories..."
"Wait, something's not right?"
"I heard from that woman that you betrayed the Chen family? That kid even said you were his brother!"
Chen Feng told the truth: "I stayed at their house for a period of time."
"Then what?"
"Then, they humiliated and harassed me in every way. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left their house."
"So that's how it is."
Li Xiaogang narrowed his eyes, his gaze towards Wang Yaqin and the other two filled with hostility.
"Alright, stop staring at them."
Chen Feng chuckled and said, "A bunch of heartless scum. Looking at them too much will give you a sty."
Li Xiaogang took a deep breath and looked away. "By the way, Lao Chen, what did you say to the waiter just now?"
"nothing."
Chen Feng made up a story: "I just wanted to ask what time the bar closes."
Chen Feng would not tell the truth.
Otherwise, he would spend the next few hours listening to Li Xiaogang's nagging.
Li Xiaogang was indeed doing it for his own good; the adage "nine out of ten gamblers lose" holds true.
But for Chen Feng, a reborn individual, betting on a football match isn't gambling; it's just about making some extra money.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to football in his previous life. Apart from this classic Asian Cup match, only a few other games left an impression on him.
Otherwise, why would he speculate in stocks or start a business?
Chen Feng could easily become the world's richest man simply through gambling on football!
At that moment, the TV screen in the bar started playing highlights of the current Asian Cup, attracting the attention of many customers around.
Some people walked up to the screen and stopped to watch, while others sat in their seats and had a lively discussion with their friends;
Some people clenched their fists and were extremely excited, while others had flushed faces and were restless.
"I almost forgot, tonight is the Asian Cup final."
Chen Haoran stared at the screen and muttered something.
"Haoran, you know anything about football?"
Chen Siqi asked.
"certainly!"
Chen Haoran smiled and said, "I'm a true veteran football fan."
"Mom, since Haoran is an expert in football, why don't we place a couple of bets and try our luck?"
Chen Siqi took the initiative to suggest it.
"sure!"
Wang Yaqin handed her wallet to Chen Haoran, saying, "There's three thousand yuan in cash inside, Haoran, take it and use it to buy a football ticket."
"ah?"
Chen Haoran blinked. "Mom, three thousand yuan... isn't that too much? What if we lose..."
"Losing is losing, it's not a big deal."
Wang Yaqin said with great pride, "Three thousand yuan is nothing. Such a small amount of money can't possibly affect the strength of our Chen family."
"Mom, you're so generous!"
Chen Haoran flattered him, then took the wallet and beckoned a waiter over.
"Hello sir, what service do you need?"
"Your bar accepts bets on sports, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Buy me 3,000 yuan worth of Saudi Arabian lottery tickets."
Chen Haoran pulled out thirty hundred-yuan bills and gave the order in a loud voice.
Chen Haoran did it on purpose.
He wanted Chen Feng to know that Wang Yaqin could take out several thousand yuan without batting an eye just to make him happy;
Chen Feng, on the other hand, couldn't even get a meal at the Chen family's house!
So what if he's an adopted son? What about a biological son?
Compared to himself, Chen Feng would always be an insignificant ant in the Chen family!
"Heh, damn it!"
Li Xiaogang stood up. "Although I'm not as rich as him, three thousand yuan isn't a lot of money, is it? And yet, he's yelling about it so loudly?"
"Old Chen, I'm going to the restroom."
"The smell here is too strong. I need to breathe some 'fresh' air."
After saying that, Li Xiaogang quickly left.
He was scared.
He was afraid that if he looked at Wang Yaqin and the other two any longer, he would feel so disgusted that he would vomit on the spot.
"That guy."
Wang Yaqin pointed at Chen Feng and said, "Do you want to join in the fun?"
Chen Feng glanced at Wang Yaqin but remained silent.
"Mom, please don't make things difficult for Chen Feng."
Chen Haoran, seemingly well-intentioned but actually sarcastic, said, "It's not even certain that Chen Feng can afford the bill, let alone have spare money to buy a football ticket."
These words only fueled Wang Yaqin's enthusiasm.
"Haoran, how can you judge people so narrowly?"
"They've dominated the ancient city's railway station business district, pioneering a new retail industry with their innovative strategies. They are truly a business giant!"
"People travel by Rolls-Royce and only go to high-end places like bars for leisure and entertainment."
"How could they possibly not be able to afford it?"
"Haoran, the joke you told isn't funny at all."
Chen Haoran chimed in, "No wonder Chen Feng dared to threaten his own mother and sister with a knife."
"After all this fuss, it turns out he's actually quite capable. Even after leaving the Chen family, he can still thrive."
"Wow, I'm impressed! I'm truly impressed!"
The mother and son, exchanging words back and forth, took their sarcastic and unsettling remarks to the extreme.
"Mom, Haoran, stop talking..."
Chen Siqi offered a word of advice.
It wasn't that she couldn't bear to see Chen Feng suffer, but rather that she knew Chen Feng's "background".
Would a "son-in-law of a wealthy family" not have money to buy football?
Isn't this a complete fantasy?
"Yes, we really can't say any more."
Wang Yaqin pursed her lips. "If some heartless little beast gets provoked and impulsively places a bet, he'll be scavenging for food in the trash tomorrow."
The words were still ringing in his ears when the waiter walked up to Chen Feng.
"Sir, here is your bank card and the betting slip for 200,000. Please keep it safe."
"If you are lucky enough to win, please bring your betting slip to the counter."
"There, someone will help you redeem your prize money."
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