Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 818 The Boss is Testing Me

A boss is a boss; he really has guts.

He invested two million without batting an eye, and he even played around with women.

If it were me, I reckon my nervous younger brother wouldn't even be able to fly; his mind would be completely on the boxing match.

A series of "mmm" sounds of licking an ice pop came from behind. Xiao Li, a former employee of the underground boxing gym, couldn't help but turn around and see his boss sitting on a large leather sofa, his bald head resting on the backrest, his eyes half-closed, and his brows slightly furrowed in the dim light. He looked both enjoying himself and satisfied.

In the past, faced with such a sensual scene, young Comrade Li would definitely have been in for a treat. Even though he couldn't actually participate, just watching it would have been quite an experience.

It's much more enjoyable than him holed up in his rented room watching computer games. In today's trendy terms, it's even more VR-like than VR itself, as immersive as can be.

Right now, he has just taken out a full loan from online lending platforms, and he is still repaying the 100,000 yuan he lost in the infamous suicide attempt during last year's World Cup. It's fair to say that he has reached a dead end.

"Win and you get a young model at a club; lose... you become a young model!"

The bald, fat man let out a long breath, briefly transforming into a saint. He turned his head and saw his immediate subordinate sitting with his hands on his knees, fists clenched, staring intently at the television, looking incredibly tense.

Taking a puff of the cigar the princess offered, the bald, fat man kicked Xiao Li in the back, laughing and cursing, "What's there to be nervous about? You don't even need to look! He's practically beaten to a pulp!"

Xiao Li turned around, his face contorted with grief, and sobbed, "Boss, I saw it. This guy's hands and feet are broken, boohoo, it's so tragic."

"He's miserable, why are you crying?" The bald fat man laughed and threw the cigar he had just taken a few puffs of at him.

The cigar bumped into Xiao Li first, then fell straight to the ground, not being caught by Xiao Li in a flustered manner as the bald fat man had expected.

"What's wrong with you today? You don't even want a cigar?" The bald, fat man was puzzled after he had just finished enjoying his cigar. Normally, his subordinates would be extremely grateful and immediately put the cigar in their mouths and take a few puffs, as if they were afraid that their boss would regret it and take it back.

Back in his hometown village, he liked to throw the bones he had almost finished gnawing to the village dogs. Watching the dogs wag their tails made him feel very happy.

Later, once he made money, the dog was no longer respectable and could no longer satisfy his desires, so he naturally replaced it with another dog.

To the bald, fat man, that groveling manner was no different from that of a dog.

"Boss, I've bet everything I have this time. If I lose, I'll be on the roof tonight." Despite the dim lighting, the tears welling up in Xiao Li's eyes were still quite noticeable: he might have to sell his body again. Going to a club to work with a young model, and being with a young model, is really just a matter of going all in.

"Check your pockets, do you have enough for food tomorrow? You brat, you eat, spend, and squander everything every day, where did you get all your money?" The bald, fat man was amused by Xiao Li, pointed at him and laughed, "You borrowed money from online lenders again, didn't you? It's okay, you're still young, you can pay it back slowly."

Seeing that Xiao Li was almost in tears, the bald fat man clutched his belly, laughing uncontrollably. After laughing enough, he said seriously, "I said, are your eyes in your ass? Look at you, do you look like you're going to lose?"

"My hands and feet are broken, how can I possibly win?" Xiao Li became more and more upset as he spoke, and he even started wiping away tears.

Recalling Li Xia's previous comeback victory, the bald fat man felt a sudden pang of fear, and his right eyelid twitched twice. However, he couldn't show weakness in front of his subordinates, so he coughed three times to regain his composure.

He forced himself to remain calm and said, "This kid's arms and legs are broken, how could he possibly beat Big L? We're sure to win!"

"Huh? Who wins? We win?" Little Li put down his hand that was wiping away tears, snot hanging from his nose, and asked blankly, "Boss, didn't we bet on Li Xia to win alone?"

Hearing this, the bald fat man finally understood why Xiao Li was upset.

His face was filled with disbelief, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You...you bet on Li Xia to win alone? Tsk tsk, I say, Li, what's going on in your head? How could a kid like Li Xia, fresh out of school, possibly beat Big L?"

puff.

The princess, sitting to the side, finally understood what Xiao Li meant, and spat out all the mouthwash she had in her mouth. "Uh, no, sorry, this young man is really too interesting." The princess raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Big L is a double-flower red stick in our Water Head Gang, he's invincible in our New District, how could he possibly lose to a greenhorn?"

Xiao Li fidgeted with his hands in front of him, looking lost, and said, "Boss, when we were placing bets earlier, didn't you say that we bookmakers have to bet on the unpopular ones? That's how we make money!"

"Did I say that?" The bald, fat man pointed at himself, both laughing and crying.

“Yes, that’s what you said.” Xiao Li nodded repeatedly, looking to the upper left as he slowly recalled, “You even gave an example of my loss last year. You mentioned the World Cup match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia last year. Argentina was ranked number one in the world, while Saudi Arabia could even draw with China. Anyone with a brain would bet on Argentina to win when these two teams played together.”

As he spoke, Xiao Li clapped his hands together and said, "Then we bookmakers make money. This time, Li Xia and Da L are competing, and you're a shareholder. You even gave me advice based on facts and reason. I thought about it privately, and isn't this the same principle?"

As he spoke, Xiao Li convinced himself, his eyes brightening slightly: "Boss, are you deliberately trying to trick me? To test me? Actually, tonight is definitely going to be a huge upset!"

The more Li talked, the more energetic he became. After he finished, he looked around, as if afraid that someone might overhear him.

"What the hell are you talking about!" The bald fat man was speechless, so he simply slapped Xiao Li on the head.

"Boss, didn't you teach me all this because you were the one who did it?" Xiao Li said pitifully, covering his slapped cheek. "How is this any different from last year's competition?"

The invincible L in the new city corresponds to Argentina, and Li Xia, who barely managed to defeat an unknown player through a sneak attack, corresponds to Saudi Arabia. This analogy is fine, but something just feels off.

"This...this..." The bald fat man smacked his lips for a long time, but still couldn't find any logical problems in it, especially since these grand principles really came out of his mouth, so it was really hard to refute them at this moment.

Finally, he could only say with exasperation, "Xiao Li, tell me, how much money did you bet? Do you even have money for food tomorrow?"

"One hundred thousand. I probably won't even have enough money for food for the next year." With that said, Xiao Li was filled with sorrow, knowing that he was probably going to lose everything again, and might really have to work as a young model at a club to pay off his debts.

It's said that men can make quite a bit of money doing this now, because very few men are willing to put aside their pride and do it.

One hundred thousand? At odds of one to twenty, the money Xiao Li lost was exactly the same as the two million I won. The bald fat man ignored his subordinate's madness. He himself didn't know why, but he suddenly compared his bet with Xiao Li's in his mind and felt quite happy.

At a glance, the bald fat man, who had been sitting in front, was now kneeling on the carpet for some reason. He was even happier, knowing that this guy probably had his brain in his ass and had made the same bet as Xiao Li.

So what if you have a few hairs? Little do you know, my family is incredibly intelligent, hehe, incredibly intelligent! The bald, fat man, who thought he had won money, was lost in thought, his mind wandering far and wide, extremely pleased with himself.

"what!"

A scream came from the side.

The bald, fat man, who had been feeling uneasy, jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted and looked toward the source of the sound. He saw that the once sexy and alluring princess was now covering her mouth, her smoky-eyed eyes wide open, her breathing rapid, and her delicate fingers pointing at the television in front of her, her face pale.

"what!"

Another gasp came from behind.

The startled bald fat man didn't have time to ask the princess. He suddenly turned his head and looked at his little brother. He saw that Xiao Li, whose face was originally covered with tears and snot, was now radiant. He kept clapping his hands and saying that the boss was amazing. Listening to the boss was definitely the right thing to do. The boss was indeed training me.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Each sound was like a knife tip, piercing the bald fat man's heart and lungs.

Suddenly, the bald fat man felt weak, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to turn his head to look at the TV. He felt his feet were numb and empty, and he stumbled back two steps before collapsing onto the sofa.

(End of this chapter)