Without even having ti to solidify his realm, Zhang Beixing dragged him out to carry out a task.
There was absolutely no ti to stabilize and consolidate.
Zhang Beixing really wondered why this guy had such bad luck.
Oh boy, the first task turns out to be a big job.
How many Grandmaster-level Martial Artists are there in the entire world?
Fewer than a hundred!
Usually, there are only three or four Grandmaster Martial Artists active in Neon Country.
And now, with so good luck, he encountered two of them, really not bad, ought to go buy a lottery ticket?
Zhang Beixing looked around and found everyone staring at him, which made him laugh.
"Why are you all looking at ? Go ahead and play your gas."
With that, Zhang Beixing asked Nakashita Masahide beside him to translate for them, and addressed Nakashita Masahide. "What's the odds on my team mber? Ask for , and no matter the odds, place a billion US Dollars bet on him to win!"
He took out a checkbook from his pocket and scribbled a long string of zeros flamboyantly.
And then signed his big na on the check.
Recently, I made so money selling cultivation techniques, isn't it just the right ti to spend a little?
Supporting my little brother with a little cash, it's not excessive, right?
A billion US Dollars isn't much, after just finishing settling accounts with Zhang Delin, Zhang Beixing's pocket had a seven or eight billion US Dollar cash flow, still warm.
There's a lot more US Dollars coming in later on, can't spend it all, simply can't spend it all.
Nakashita Masahide, holding this check, was dumbfounded.
Huh?
Casually buying sothing? Just buy a billion US Dollars?
Although Nakashita Masahide rarely cos to this boxing gym, he can roughly estimate the cash flow of such a place.
A night's cash flow, at most, is just three to four billion US Dollars, right?
Nakashita Masahide didn't dare to disobey Zhang Beixing's orders, and directly ran to the betting counter, holding the check, he said to the person at the register.
"Check the odds for Xu Feng."
The female clerk was very pretty, with sweet looks, just like Saito Asuka.
She sweetly responded and then checked the odds.
"Mr. President, the odds for contestant No. 8, Xu Feng, are 1 to 56, how much would you like to bet?"
Nakashita Masahide slapped the check on the counter.
"One billion US Dollars."
"Okay, one...?"
"?"
People were stunned, looking at him, this old man, this old geezer...
Did martial arts training damage his brain?
Zhang Beixing was over there growing impatient, "Hey, are you done yet? Hurry up, I want to watch the fight."
Nakashita Masahide, startled by Zhang Beixing's shout, broke into a cold sweat, "Mr. President, please wait a mont."
But when the face turned back to him from earlier, it imdiately turned black.
"What's wrong? Can't place the bet? If you can't, you might as well shut down this boxing gym starting tomorrow! Stop fighting!"
The young girl was about to be scared to tears, at a loss for what to do.
Fortunately, the manager, who had been observing the situation from the side, noticed the situation, quickly ca up to diate, pretending to scold the young girl, and led Nakashita Masahide away from the betting area with an arm around his shoulder.
He didn't care about the number.
If soone is sending money, why wouldn't it be a good thing?
If Xu Feng doesn't win tonight, the manager can earn a commission of at least two million US Dollars, which is his inco for three to four months, why not be happy about it?
"Mr. President, I don't know the identity of that distinguished guest? So wealthy, you must introduce us and take good care of him!"
?
Nakashita Masahide glanced at him, his eyes almost directly conveying that this fellow is an idiot.
But he didn't say it outright.
He snorted coldly and whispered, "Don't ss with this guy, he's our Asian Martial Arts Association President, extrely powerful, it's no big deal for him to overco all of Neon Country's martial arts scene on his own."
The manager's eyes widened, this impressive?
He quickly arranged the best seats for Zhang Beixing and company, with the best girls serving drinks, and the best wine and seafood on their table.
Zhang Beixing smiled, "This guy knows how to handle things!"
Zhang Beixing asked Nakashita Masahide beside him, "If I win money here, I don't have to pay taxes, right?"
Nakashita Masahide was quite troubled, "There's no tax, but..."
But what?
"It's just that, as per the odds for your team mber, if you were to take away 56 billion US Dollars directly, the owner of this boxing gym might just go bankrupt..."
Although the Lower Mouth Organization is big with nurous businesses.
Having a cash flow of a hundred billion US Dollars is quite sothing.
Cash flow is cash flow; one's own money is one's own money.
Truly taking away 56 billion US Dollars...half of the Lower Mouth Organization's businesses would have to shut down the next day.
After hearing this, Zhang Beixing just laughed, "What? I win money and they won't let take it?"
"Isn't this a pure case of the store bullying the custor?"
"They dare to take my money but won't let take it away, that's truly amusing."
Nakashita Masahide dared not utter a word.
At this mont.
As the dancing by several beauties ca to an end, the match was about to begin.
Zhang Beixing went ahead without hesitation, opened his phone, used a wine glass to prop it up, and started a live stream.
He casually titled it.
"Brother Bei takes you live to watch a boxing match, bloody edition!"
Since there were no bloody scenes yet, the live stream was approved quickly.
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