Hexagonal God

Chapter 190: Su Mo, the Mountain God of Demon City
Su Mo looked at Qin Ben who walked in front of him, his face calm: "What do you want to call me for?"

Qin Ben felt furious when he looked at Su Mo's face.

He had long known that Su Mo would play the pig to eat the tiger, but he didn't expect that he would use it on himself.

I was clearly on guard, but I was still tricked.

He gritted his teeth and said grimly, "You played it well. You pretended to be just like me, and then made a comeback at the last moment. Your deliberate performance was quite legendary."

Su Mo chuckled, "Same here, you played it pretty well. You deliberately had one of your drivers go off at the beginning, using that as bait to get everyone to place their bets, and then another driver came in as a substitute. Your deliberate performance was quite brilliant, but it's a pity that you overturned in the end."

Qin Ben felt choked and his chest felt stuffy. Everyone could see through this matter, it was all clear, and he had no room for explanation.

If I win, I can get more than 100 million yuan. It doesn't matter if people envy me. It's all worth it.

But now he lost and was hated, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.

This matter cannot be reversed, so he can only grit his teeth and endure it.

He called Su Mo and told him there was another matter, which was something Huang Zaifa had entrusted to him.

He swallowed his breath and gave an ugly smile: "Forget it, winning and losing are common, I don't take it too seriously, but I have something else to ask you."

"You said, considering you contributed 50 million today, I will agree to anything as long as it's not too much."

Qin Ben almost bit his back teeth to pieces, but in order to show his magnanimity he had to accept it.

"Tianhua Company is about to buy the IFC Building. I know you're trying to vent your anger on your friend's behalf, but people should know how to act within their means. There's no point in arguing about it. Anyone else who buys the building will lose money. We've gotten to know each other today, so just give me some face and let it go."

Su Mo's face darkened. "If you had told me this when I first came here, maybe I would have given you this face. But you tried to trick me during the race. If it weren't for my good skills, you would have tricked me and my friend out of nearly 100 million. Do you think I would have given you this face?"

Qin Ben's face turned cold: "Su Mo, don't think I'm begging you. Do you know who is behind those floors of the IFC Building?"

Su Mo shook his head: "I don't know, tell me."

Qin Ben couldn't continue. Those people were public figures, and there should be no negative news about them. He couldn't say it clearly.

"Su Mo, don't be ungrateful. You've been a model and an actor, so you're going to be in the entertainment industry in the future. If you offend too many people, you won't be able to go on."

"It's okay. If I can't make it in the entertainment industry, I'll just go home and inherit the billions of dollars."

"Pfft!"

Ning Yan was the first one who couldn't help laughing, and Sister Xiang and Chen Xingyu around her also smiled.

Yes, who are you threatening by saying you can’t make it in the entertainment industry?
Among those present, if anyone were to enter the entertainment industry, it would be just for fun. Who would really take it as a career?
Judging from the fact that Su Mo casually spent 80 million to empty the gambling pool, the entertainment industry is just a playground for him.

Qin Ben's words were not polite.

Being ridiculed by everyone, Qin Ben started to speak without thinking. "Don't be so arrogant! It's useless for you to have a good car. Money comes and goes quickly. In this part of Shanghai, there will never be a place for you in the Supercar Club. Don't think I'm trying to scare you. If you smash the market and clear the gambling pool today, you will completely offend President Huang Yiqing. The Supercar Club will never want you. You are just a marginal figure!"

Once this statement was made, it was tantamount to confirming that Huang Yiqing was also involved in racing gambling.

Many members of the surrounding supercar clubs immediately started cursing.

"Qin Ben, you're the same kind of jerk as Huang Yiqing. Your family is a stacker, and he's a piece of shit too. You're both the same breed, you'd screw anyone. Before, we just speculated that he might be related to you, but now it seems you're in cahoots. Who the hell wants to join this lousy club?"

"I really fucking regret joining you guys. I'll go find Huang Yiqing and get my membership dues returned to me. We started this club saying we were doing charity work, but now we haven't done anything for charity. We've turned it into a fucking casino."

"It's just a trivial charity. Those two shitty things you did were staged and promoted, but the real people in the picture were Huang Yiqing and you. What does it have to do with us?"

"Those two idiots have the nerve to talk about charity. This is just a tool for you to make money. Return the money you've ripped us off!"

When the club members heard that Huang Yiqing was involved, they were all excited and the situation was a little out of control.

Speculations can never be brought to the table, but today is different, Qin Ben himself said it out loud.

He hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "What nonsense are you talking about? I said Su Mo offended the president because he bullied the people in our supercar club."

"Go to hell, you think we are blind."

"This matter is not over yet. Why don't we call Huang Yiqing over and discuss it right now?"

The young masters kept arguing with each other, and Qin Ben could no longer withstand it.

He simply slipped away, and at the same time, he threatened Su Mo: "It's useless for you to have their support. The club just won't accept you. Don't pretend to be an international star. I know you can't afford it. You won't get anything except some pocket money. Sooner or later, you will be kicked out of the Magic City in disgrace."

Before he could finish his words, a high-heeled shoe suddenly flew over and hit Qin Ben on the forehead.

Blood suddenly appeared on his forehead. Qin Ben was about to lose his temper, but when he saw that the person who hit him was Ning Yan, he backed down.

Ning Yan is the little princess of the club, with countless fans. Offending her is more terrible than offending the president. You don’t know how many people will deal with you.

He didn't dare to stay any longer and left in disgrace with his men.

I suffered heavy losses today. Not only did I lose 50 million, but I also crashed a car.

The original celebration plan was also cancelled. He had to quickly find Huang Yiqing to discuss it. He really couldn't let this kid into the club.

He also had to say something to Huang Zaifa. It didn't matter if things went wrong. This time he was standing up for them, and the loss was so huge that Ma Dagang, Huang Zaifa and others had to bear part of the responsibility.

That night at the Heavenly Party Nightclub, Su Mo taught the young masters of the Magic City a lesson. When ordering drinks, the waiter brought three wine orders: brandy, whiskey, and wine.

Su Mo didn't order anything, but asked the waiter to bring two sets of all the wine.

At that time, the arrogant young masters of Shanghai were shocked.

Hennessy Richard Brandy, 128000 a bottle.

Martell Supreme, 88800 per bottle.

Macallan 25-year-old Highland Whisky, 75800 per bottle.

Lafite, 49800 per bottle.

These are just some representative ones, and there are many bottles of wine with surplus value exceeding ten thousand.

Not counting the free gifts, there were more than seventy bottles of wine, and the total cost of the wine reached 1.7 million.

The female DJ was replaced and the music director was in charge of DJing. The venue was booked for 5,000 yuan, and Su Mo directly gave him 10,000 yuan. The requirement was that he had to work hard and create a good atmosphere.

The young masters of Shanghai were also shocked by Su Mo's generosity and shouted excitedly. This drinking party was extremely enjoyable.

The first group of people present were basically all drunk in the end, and there were also many who came with inquiries. The first thing they did when they arrived was to have a drink with Su Mo.

Su Mo also let go and accepted everyone who came. As long as Sister Xiang and the others approved of them, he would accompany them.

The only one who didn't drink to her heart's content was Ning Yan. She took on the responsibility of taking care of Su Mo throughout the whole process, serving him tea, water and fruit, and was very busy.

She has always been the youngest in the circle, and now there is someone younger than her. Ning Yan's maternal love overflows, and she treats Su Mo as a relative. Anyone who wants to have a drink with Su Mo is fine, but if you want to raise the cup again, you will be met with Ning Yan's glare.

While drinking, Chen Xingyu created a group chat and invited everyone present to join the group.

The name of this group is "Mountain God of the Magic City".

After Su Mo was dragged in, he quickly became the group leader.

Su Mo was confused and asked Chen Xingyu what was going on with this Demon City Mountain God?
"Because you're the god of wine, war, and chariots—three myths combined into one person. Isn't that the mountain god?"

Su Mo was speechless. The name "Mountain God" sounded a bit earthy and too down-to-earth, which didn't fit the style of a male god.

But there was nothing we could do now that things had come to this, so this group was established in a muddled way.

Don't underestimate this group. Many like-minded rich second-generations in Shanghai gather here. These people are usually careless, but when they really get things done, they are definitely a force that cannot be ignored.

Regardless of their own abilities, their fathers cover almost all key departments in Shanghai, and they can always find someone who has a say in both the business and political circles.

And this kind of power is exactly what Su Mo said he lacked before.

Having integrated into the second-generation circles of the capital and Shanghai successively, this will be of great benefit to Su Mo's future.

I sent out more than twenty lucky red packets of 2,000 yuan each in the group to liven up the atmosphere and continue the drinking contest.

In the end, Su Mo didn't know how much he drank. When he paid the bill, he paid 1.7 million, which was close to 2 million. He returned to the Ritz-Carlton Suite at IFC in a daze in the second half of the night.

Su Mo slept until nine o'clock the next morning and was awakened by the continuous ringing of his mobile phone.

I picked up my phone and saw that many people @ me on WeChat.

Tang Mei, Luo Qun, Lin Shiyun, Ye Xiaoxiao, Ning Yan, and many young masters from the Magic City and even the capital sent him a lot of messages.

When I opened Tang Mei's letter, I saw a series of text.

"Su Mo, go check Weibo. Xiao Hei Niu is criticizing you on Weibo. How did you offend him?"

Su Mo was stunned for a moment. Little black bull?
Oh yes, there is such a person in the entertainment industry.

The one that sells heart-shaped stones wholesale.

One day, one of his girlfriends posted a photo of a heart-shaped stone he gave her.

Caption: Thank you, dear Li Guang, for picking up this heart-shaped stone at the beach and giving it to me. I love it so much. I love you!

Pictured: a heart-shaped stone.

It seems romantic at first glance.

But soon his ex-girlfriend came out to expose the news.

"What a coincidence! I have one too. He also gave it to me."

The picture shows the same stone but different colors.

Then another ex-girlfriend stepped forward and said, "What a coincidence! I also got one, also given by him. I just want to ask, did you buy a bunch of them wholesale and give one to each person?"

Then my current girlfriend also became my ex-girlfriend.

Why is this person beating himself up on Weibo?
(End of this chapter)