Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 102 I Don't Answer
Subtitle of this chapter: Life and death are minor matters, pretending to be cool is the bigger matter!
Go to hell! If I could play this kind of gambling, why would I have to worry about money?
In fact, according to what Master Yuan read from the manual, the Master Ball system is very strict about the host using historical foresight to make money, especially to directly earn economic benefits. Even a very small amount of money will create a considerable amount of S value.
"Master Ball, why do you think your creator forbids me from using my foresight to make money? What's so good about being a time traveler?"
"Host, I see you are having a lot of fun as a time traveler , and you even slept with two big babes. You have sex once a month now, and it's very regular, on the first of every month..."
"Wait, I solemnly protest, it's not 'once a month', it's 'one person a month'! In fact, each person has several times..."
"Wait, what do you mean by 'very regular'? What do you take such a serious matter for? Theirs is 28 days, mine is 30 days, how can they be the same…"
"Wait, why are we being sidetracked? Stop interrupting, answer the question!"
"Okay, host. Actually, this system is not very clear. But you should know a very simple truth, which is..."
"The creator of this system is not your biological father, so he didn't let you travel through time just for your own pleasure!"
This reason was so powerful that Yuan Yan was speechless.
He was touched in the sore spot and could only smile bitterly, shaking his head and saying, "I'll let it go, you guys go ahead and have fun. Louis, I have to remind you..."
How can I remind him?
When our Master Yuan was thinking about how to phrase it, he heard someone snort coldly next to him, "Don't you Chinese love gambling the most? Mr. Yuan, why don't you play?"
He turned his head and saw that the person who spoke so harshly was indeed his "rival in love", Mr. John McCall.
Yuan Yan shrugged and said, "Not everyone in Seres likes gambling. Take me for example. I was brought up in a strict family and my father would never allow me to gamble."
"Humph!" Mr. McCall snorted coldly, "What does entertainment between gentlemen have to do with tutoring? Mr. Yuan, you can even throw away five thousand dollars, but you are reluctant to part with one hundred dollars? Besides, you may not lose!"
Yes, I may not lose, but I will definitely win, unless I intentionally give money away. And among the three things of pornography, gambling and drugs, I have already hired prostitutes and smoked. If I participate in gambling, won’t it corrupt the children?
However, Master Yuan was too lazy to explain, he just said: "Mr. McCall, we Seres have a saying, there is only force... well, forcing someone to bed, there is no such thing as forcing someone to the gambling table!"
This "proverb" made all the college students present laugh.
"Excuse me, everyone. I still need to go to the library to look up some information."
He nodded to everyone present and was about to turn around and leave, but was suddenly grabbed by his sleeve by Mr. McCall.
The short lawyer's eyes were red, and he said without caring about his image: "Neo Yuan, I'm going to force you once today. But you don't have to pay a penny if you lose!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was naturally focused on the two of them.
"Well, you can choose which side to bet on. If you win, I will lose five thousand dollars to you; if you lose, then..."
John leaned close to his ear and said word by word: "Please stop bothering Miss Brown!"
Please understand the situation clearly. It's not me who is harassing your sweetheart, it's that "Helen of Manhattan" who is harassing me!
Come to think of it, she only gave me 50 US dollars. Minus the 5 US dollars I lent her, it was actually only 45 US dollars!
Hey, this guy is really a romantic. Why did I provoke him for no reason? It makes me look like a villain.
Well, it must be because the "Card: Dead Silverfish on the Book of Shera" lost some SAN value.
Oh, she’s just a little girl. Don’t say she’s not my type. Even if she is my type, I won’t marry her.
In 1920, would foreign women allow their husbands to have three wives and four concubines? They were Christians, not Christians or Mormons. My great-great-uncle was also a Christian, so he couldn't go to Salt Lake City University to study abroad??
Yuan Yan sighed in her heart and continued to think, this broken system is indeed a bit annoying. Is my... well, our Seris people's face going to be lost here?
Who said that only the Seres like to watch the excitement? The American people... well, the young talents in NYU also watch funerals and they don't mind too many dead people. When they see such a wonderful scene, they naturally get excited.
"Oh, I didn't realize that John was so brave to gamble. By the way, what are his conditions for the bet?"
"Hehe, you don't understand this? It's not like you didn't see what happened just now."
"What's wrong with this Chinese guy? If it were me, I would have agreed. Regardless of whether he can catch up with Miss Brown or not, he at least has a 50% chance of winning."
"That's right, it doesn't cost a penny. Does he really want to date the daughter of the president of New York University Press?!"
"Hey, Chinaman, that's what he is like!"
"That's right. I originally thought that Neo Yuan didn't look like a chinaman, but now it seems that he is just like those guys in the laundry shop."
These words naturally reached the ears of our Master Yuan. He was very depressed and his face was naturally gloomy... Just when he was forced into a corner, a sudden idea flashed in his mind.
"Master Ball, let me ask you something. If it were me... would it be absolutely okay?"
"Bingo, the host finally got it. Your understanding is completely correct."
"Master Ball, let me ask you, if I...will it be possible for it to be okay?"
"Host, this depends on whether you can make history develop in an interesting direction."
"Well, that's interesting, right? Let me give it a try!"
"Neo Yuan, do you dare to take a gamble?" John grabbed the sleeve of the Chinese man in front of him and said fiercely.
Yuan Yan's eyes flashed coldly, and she said coldly: "Let me go first, then I will talk to you!"
The Chinese man, who had seemed hesitant and cowardly, suddenly changed his temperament, which really surprised John, and he actually let go of his hand obediently.
Our Master Yuan straightened his sleeves and asked, "Mr. John McCall. Let me confirm..."
"You said that in this presidential election, the difference between the electoral votes obtained by Mr. James Cox of the Democratic Party and Mr. Warren Harding of the Republican Party was 150 votes, and I could choose which side to support at will."
"Yes!"
" You said you would give me five thousand dollars if you lose?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"You said that if I lose I will stop pestering Miss Helen Brown?"
" Yes! Yes! Yes! That's what I said!"
"WELL." Yuan Yan nodded suddenly and said lightly: "Your bet..."
"I, won't, answer!"
