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Lan Qingqing agreed to help him, driven by the typical mindset of a gambler, believing that with Hou Yi's status and abilities, she could rise to great heights in the future. Hou Yi shook his head helplessly; every shortcut in this world came with a clear price tag. To achieve one's goals, one must pay an extreme cost—some demanded money, while others demanded lives.
This was not the first time Hou Yi had chosen to conduct business in a casino. He had learned from past experiences that as long as he determined his opponent was greedy and insatiable, once they sat at the gambling table, they would inevitably lose to him. He found it amusing that those who struck lucky at the gambling table often faced misfortune in their everyday lives. Perhaps their good fortune was spent at the gambling table; luck in this world was always balanced—wherever it surged in one area, it would surely wane in another.
That night, Tong Le took everyone to a hotpot restaurant to celebrate his revenge! Everyone was present: Zong Zeyu, Zong Jin, Dao Wen, Tian Ling, Wu Youyou, Fan Qinghua, Zhou Zishuo, and Zhou Ting.
Tian Ling deliberately sat next to Fan Qinghua, who in turn sat next to Dao Wen. Zong Jin noticed Fan Qinghua sitting beside Dao Wen and felt a twinge of annoyance. Although he was confident in himself and believed that someone like Fan Qinghua posed no threat, he couldn't stand the sight of another woman getting too close to his girl.
Zong Jin was straightforward; everyone in the private room knew he intended to marry Dao Wen. He disregarded any semblance of face and walked directly behind Fan Qinghua. Grabbing her chair with both hands, he tilted it slightly backward and pulled her out from the dining table.
Fan Qinghua jumped in surprise and turned around. "What are you doing?!"
Without a word, Zong Jin pulled her three meters away to the corner of the room. Then he took his own chair and sat beside Dao Wen, commanding Zhou Zishuo to guard Dao Wen's other side closely, ensuring that Fan Qinghua had no chance to approach.
Fan Qinghua was furious. She stormed over to Zong Jin's side and questioned him, "Zong Jin! This isn't appropriate! We're all competitors here; why are you using such underhanded tactics against me?"
She cast a glance at Zong Zeyu for support, but he turned his head away to avoid her gaze. "Don't look at me; once my brother gets stubborn, there's nothing I can do."
Zong Jin slowly turned towards her. Having grown accustomed to being in charge, his gaze towards Fan Qinghua was one of dominance despite his seated position looking up at her standing form. His eyes held a powerful superiority that left no room for negotiation.
He spoke up, "If you don't like strong-arm tactics, we can negotiate softly instead. How much do you want for this spot?"
Fan Qinghua was taken aback. "Huh?"
Zong Jin reiterated, "How much money do you need for this position?"
Fan Qinghua broke into a cold sweat. "I thought you were going to buy my life!"
She turned away and said, "Forget it; I'll sit somewhere else."
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