Volume One, Chapter 18: Resentment

Sun Ya stood up in support. "Mr. Zhang is right. Since the bet was made, it must be honored."

"Cheng Yuhang, today, in front of everyone, are you really planning to back out?"

Cheng Yuhang’s eyes flickered nervously. "What nonsense are you talking about? I just forgot!"

Thirteen million two hundred thousand is no small sum. Even with a fortune of over a hundred million, pulling out this amount at once would be a heavy blow.

The thought of handing over such a huge sum made Cheng Yuhang’s heart drip with pain.

“You, Zhang Wenxuan! How dare you scheme against me!”

Cheng Yuhang’s anguish reached its peak, his inner fury erupting like a volcano.

Zhang Wenxuan crossed his arms, watching Cheng Yuhang. Now, in front of so many people, unless Cheng Yuhang lost all shame, he couldn’t possibly renege on the debt.

All eyes around turned to Cheng Yuhang.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuhang knew he couldn’t back down. Gritting his teeth, he transferred thirteen million two hundred thousand to Zhang Wenxuan’s bank account.

"I’ve transferred the money. I’ve made a note of today’s events. Next time, I’ll definitely come for a rematch!" he said coldly, his expression dark.

Without staying any longer, he turned and led his men back to his seat, looking utterly defeated.

Seeing this, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the farce seemed temporarily over.

At that moment, Sun Ya approached Zhang Wenxuan and deeply bowed to him.

"Mr. Zhang, I sincerely apologize. I misunderstood you before."

"I never expected your abilities to be of such caliber. It was my fault for failing to recognize a giant. I hope you can forgive me," Sun Ya said apologetically.

Having just earned thirteen million two hundred thousand, Zhang Wenxuan was in high spirits and naturally didn’t mind Sun Ya’s earlier mistrust.

"No need to apologize, Miss Sun. I would have doubted too if I were in your place."

"By the way, do you still want those jade stones?" Zhang Wenxuan asked.

Without hesitation, Sun Ya nodded. "Of course!"

"I’ll transfer thirteen million two hundred thousand to you right away."

"Great!"

Zhang Wenxuan’s joy was overwhelming. He was ecstatic.

This gemstone appraisal contest had earned him twenty-six million four hundred thousand—a fortune made overnight!

Just two days ago, he was a struggling worker; now, he had completely turned his life around.

Ha ha ha!

Delightful!

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Zhang Wenxuan’s excitement was hard to contain; a broad smile spread across his face.

Soon, the gemstone appraisal contest ended.

Sun Ya’s company secured tenth place overall. Although Zhang Wenxuan took first place individually, Zhou Yunshan’s poor performance dragged down the total ranking.

Zhou Yunshan looked embarrassed and quietly faded into the background.

"To the three of you, thank you for your hard work today. I’ve booked a private room at a five-star hotel for a celebration," Sun Ya smiled warmly.

Though she addressed all three, her gaze lingered on Zhang Wenxuan, her eyes shining with admiration.

Neither Zhou Yunshan nor Huang Ming showed any displeasure.

Zhang Wenxuan’s impressive skills had truly turned the tide today.

"I’m in!" Zhang Wenxuan nodded with a smile.

He certainly wouldn’t refuse a feast at a five-star hotel.

Half an hour later, they exited the contest venue.

At the parking lot, they noticed Cheng Yuhang waiting—obviously expecting something.

His gaze immediately fixed on Zhang Wenxuan upon seeing the group.

Sun Ya frowned and stepped in front of Zhang Wenxuan. "Cheng Yuhang, what are you trying to do?"

Cheng Yuhang’s expression was cold. "Xiaoya, you really surprised me. I didn’t expect you to quietly bring such a formidable expert."

Sun Ya’s tone was wary. "I don’t need your lessons on how to conduct myself. Mind your own business!"

He chuckled coldly twice, then turned to Zhang Wenxuan.

"Zhang Wenxuan, are you just going to hide behind a woman?"

Zhang Wenxuan rolled his eyes and stepped out from behind Sun Ya.

"Boss Cheng, you’re not thinking of backing out and taking your money back, are you?" Zhang Wenxuan’s tone dripped with sarcasm.

Cheng Yuhang’s face darkened. "I wouldn’t stoop that low."

"I’m waiting here for one reason only," Cheng Yuhang said.

Zhang Wenxuan’s guard rose. "What is it?"

"Today was just your luck. I’m not convinced. So, I want to challenge you again."

"This time, it’s the same game—stone appraisal. Tomorrow at this time, we’ll have another contest. Each of us will pick ten raw stones, and whoever’s total value is higher wins."

"If you win, I’ll give you another ten million."

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"If you lose, you just have to bark like a dog three times," Cheng Yuhang said, arms crossed.

Sun Ya’s face flushed with anger. "Cheng Yuhang, this bet is completely unfair!"

Cheng Yuhang smiled. "Xiaoya, I’m not betting with you. I’m only playing with Zhang Wenxuan."

"Zhang Wenxuan, you’re so confident in your stone appraisal skills, why not accept my challenge?"

Zhou Yunshan and Huang Ming hurried over.

"Mr. Zhang, please don’t agree. This is obviously a trap set by Cheng Yuhang!" they urged in unison.

Zhang Wenxuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Smiling without hesitation, he said, "I refuse."

At these words, Cheng Yuhang’s expression stiffened.

"Zhang Wenxuan, are you too scared to bet with me? I thought you were confident in your abilities," Cheng Yuhang tried to provoke him.

Heh.

Zhang Wenxuan rolled his eyes inwardly. Having struggled through the underbelly of society for years, he had long since discarded concern for face.

Provocations like this meant nothing to him.

Though he had absolute faith in his Divine Eye skills and the promised ten million was tempting, he had already made a big splash today. He knew the saying, "The tallest tree catches the most wind."

Being too conspicuous wasn’t always a blessing. He planned to switch industries for a while.

With this in mind, Zhang Wenxuan said, "I’m not a fool. I won’t knowingly walk into your trap."

"You can play by yourself."

"Miss Sun, shall we go?"

Sun Ya smiled. Zhang Wenxuan’s answer pleased her greatly.

"Alright."

Zhou Yunshan and Huang Ming couldn’t help but laugh.

The four of them soon left, leaving Cheng Yuhang alone in the parking lot, his face dark with resentment.

Bang!

He couldn’t help but slam his fist on a nearby car’s hood, producing a heavy, dull sound.

"Zhang Wenxuan, don’t get too cocky. I’ll find a way to make you unable to refuse!"

"Nobody’s ever humiliated me like this before. I’ll make sure to settle this score with you sooner or later!" Cheng Yuhang gritted his teeth, his voice thick with anger and hatred.