The Poor School Heartthrob Was Secretly a Financial Titan - Chapter 18

The moment she finished speaking, the scene before her made her freeze in place.

The room was packed with people, including several burly, bald men in black vests with dragon and tiger tattoos on their arms—they were clearly not good people. Scattered on the table were playing cards and stacks of banknotes, easily tens of thousands of dollars.

But these are not the main points.

The key point is that there were several people squatting in the corner—several naked men.

Completely naked.

The man who had cursed at her on the sixth floor a few days ago was now squatting there, his head in his hands, his buttocks against the wall, trembling all over. The fat man, the skinny man, and the man with glasses next to him were all naked, posing in various embarrassing positions.

There was also a sleazy-looking guy holding a camera, snapping photos of them.

As soon as the flash went off, the white flesh jerked.

Li Man’s mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

When had she ever seen such a scene in her entire life?

This is… a crime scene, isn’t it?

The two bottles of cola slipped from her hands and crashed to the ground with a thud.

The Coke bottle rolled twice on the ground, and the cap popped off—it’s unclear whether it was from the fall or from holding back—and the brown liquid gushed out with a “hiss,” spraying everywhere like a tap that had been turned on.

A bald, burly man got sprayed all over his pants leg and hopped away. The guy with the camera got sprayed in the face, almost dropping the camera. The guys crouching in the corner fared even worse; naked and with nowhere to hide, they were covered in cola, cursing, “Damn it! What the hell is this?!”

The room instantly descended into chaos.

Li Man was also splashed with cola, her skirt soaked and clinging coldly to her legs. She froze for a couple of seconds, then finally reacted, turning and running outside—

Then my foot slipped.

The marble floor was slick with cola, as if it had been oiled. She lunged forward, bumping right into a bald, burly man. The man didn’t budge, but she bounced back and landed hard on her bottom.

“Ah—” she screamed in fright and scrambled to her feet on the ground.

That was so embarrassing.

That’s so embarrassing.

She had never been so disheveled.

After finally climbing to the doorway, she stood up, leaning against the doorframe, and was about to rush out when she bumped into someone’s arms.

Li Man froze—it was over, she couldn’t escape!

“Number Seven.”

A familiar voice rang out overhead.

Li Man suddenly opened her eyes, and Han Xuetao was standing in front of her.

“Your job is upstairs, who told you to come down and deliver Coke?”

Li Man stared at him blankly.

The next second, she hugged him tightly, buried her face in his chest, and burst into tears.

“Waaaaah…”

She didn’t know why she was crying. She was just scared, she felt wronged, and the scene she had just witnessed was so terrifying that she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Han Xuetao was taken aback when she hugged him.

He looked down at the head in his arms, then looked up at the open door of 508, and simply didn’t know what to say.

He’d been keeping an eye on the phone at the bar, and in the short time he was rescuing the dog, this girl answered it. He’d seen her running downstairs with two bottles of Coke, and something felt off. They weren’t in the sixth-floor card room today, but in the fifth-floor guest room, and this girl still managed to bump into them—unbelievable.

Han Xuetao glanced around 508 and got a general idea of ​​what was going on inside.

Everything that needed to be done has been done.

Han Xuetao gave Liu Jun and Bao Da a wink – to wrap things up.

Then he put his arm around Li Man and turned to leave.

The door closed behind them.

Everyone in room 508 breathed a sigh of relief.

Bao Da wiped the Coke off his face, kicked the still-bubbling bottle aside, and turned to look at the group of people in the corner.

“You are all people of status, so you probably wouldn’t want these photos to get circulated to your school or your parents’ workplaces, would you?”

Zhou Cheng squatted in the corner, holding his head, with cola still dripping from his body.

His lips were trembling.

“We…we really don’t have that much money…even if we chopped off all our fingers, we still couldn’t come up with it!”

Wei Tao and Huang Xiaolong nodded vigorously, while Liu Zhiyuan, whose gold-rimmed glasses had long since disappeared, squinted and nodded along.

Bao Da’s face darkened: “Chop off fingers? Fine, 50,000 per finger. You guys calculate how many you want to chop off—”

“Old Bao.”

Liu Jun suddenly spoke up.

Bao Da turned to look at him.

Liu Jun walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and lowered his voice: “That’s enough.”

Bao Da frowned: “What do you mean, ‘enough is enough’?”

Liu Jun looked at Zhou Cheng and the others, then at Bao Da: “Those guys really can’t come up with more than 800,000. You didn’t bring out any real money, just some chips, so asking for more than 800,000 is a bit excessive.”

Bao Da’s expression changed: “What do you mean?”

“What I mean,” Liu Jun said, “is that having more friends makes life easier. If we associate with Young Master Zhou and the others, will we still have to worry about not earning that 800,000?”

Zhou Cheng, who was squatting in the corner, seemed to have grasped a lifeline when he heard these words.

What a kind person!

Brother Liu is a good man!

He nodded vigorously: “Brother Liu is right! Brother Liu, from now on we’re friends! Just tell me if you need anything!”

Wei Tao and Huang Xiaolong nodded in agreement: “Yes, yes, yes! Friends! We’re friends!”

Bao Da’s face turned ashen: “Liu Jun, what the hell do you mean?”

“That’s what I mean,” Liu Jun said. “If you don’t agree, then don’t involve me in business anymore. You can do it by yourself.”

Bao Da’s expression changed several times before he finally stomped his foot angrily.

“Hold!”

He pointed at Zhou Cheng and the others: “Alright! For Brother Liu’s sake, I’ll give you a discount!”

Another round of bargaining ensued.

“Eighty thousand!” Bao Da gritted his teeth. “Eighty thousand in total! Twenty thousand per person! If you can’t come up with that, I’ll chop off your fingers!”

Liu Jun nodded in agreement: “This number is about right.”

Zhou Cheng and the others looked at each other, their expressions visibly relaxing.

Eighty thousand?

Twenty thousand per person?

For a family like theirs, even without bothering their parents, they could manage to scrape together 20,000 yuan if they put their minds to it!

“Okay!” Zhou Cheng readily agreed, “Eighty thousand it is!”

Bao Da snorted and picked up the IOU for 830,000 yuan from the table.

“What about that 830,000 one?”

Liu Jun said, “Let him sign and put his fingerprint, and that will be considered the debt settled. Once they bring over the 80,000 yuan, we’ll exchange it for the photos.”

Bao Da hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Sign here: All loans have been repaid. Press your fingerprint.”

Zhou Cheng picked up the pen, his hand still trembling.

He signed his name and pressed his fingerprint.

Bao Da picked up the paper, looked at it, and then looked at Liu Jun.

Liu Jun nodded slightly.

Bao Da folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

“Alright. Bring 80,000 yuan to exchange for the photos within three days. If it takes a day longer, these photos will be posted at the gate of your school, and a copy will be sent to your parents’ workplaces.”

Zhou Cheng and the others nodded repeatedly: “Definitely, definitely!”

Liu Jun and Bao Da exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The two of them lit a cigarette.

The net has been brought to a close.