Big Son-In-Law

He had already borrowed all of his relatives and friends to barely borrow two billion, but Chen Qingchuan had actually thrown out another billion.    

He now understood that Chen Qingchuan wasn't gambling with him. He was throwing money at him and smashing him to death.    

He wanted to use tea gambling to scam Chen Qingchuan, but he did not expect Chen Qingchuan to use the same trick and throw money at him.    

This time, he had completely thrown him into a trap, the kind that he could not crawl out no matter how hard he tried.    

Looking at the old tea artist and the female tea artist on the stage, Lei Guangyao knew that as long as he continued to gamble, he would definitely win.    

But if he continued... What if Chen Qingchuan popped out another billion?    

At this time, Chen Qingchuan was still crying about poverty with Mo Xiaoyu, "It's over. I really don't have any money now. Lend me 200 yuan to cheer on, right?"    

What the hell did Lei Guangyao believe in!!    

As expected, Chen Qingchuan looked at him with a smile. "CEO Lei, come on. Have fun gambling. Have fun, have fun, and have fun!"    

Lei Guangyao could not be happy at this moment. He did not understand why Chen Qingchuan had so much money.    

Seeing Lei Guangyao hesitating, Chen Qingchuan stopped smiling and gave him two options.    

"First, give up on forcing Mo Xiaoyu to sign the contract, and don't make things difficult for her senior brother and sister. We will stop here."    

"Second, if we continue gambling, we might not lose."    

After hearing Chen Qingchuan's conditions, Lei Guangyao thought about it again and again, but it was still very difficult to make up his mind.    

If he stopped gambling, then he would definitely have to bear the loss. Now, he had to invest five billion. Just the teahouse alone had 250 million. Of course, the teahouse had a limit on the commission, and they could only draw 50 million per round at most. But this was also money!    

If they continued, they could win for sure, but what if Chen Qingchuan threw in another one billion yuan?    

After thinking about it, Lei Guangyao really did not know what to do.    

However, at this moment, someone arrived in front of Lei Guangyao.    

This person wasn't Lei Guangyao's, but the staff of the teahouse.    

"Mister Lei, there is still one minute left before you place your bet. If you don't place your bet within one minute..."    

This was the rule of the teahouse. There was a time limit to the bet. If one did not place his bet after the time limit, then the bet would be considered as a loss. All the previous bets would belong to the other party, which was obviously unacceptable to Lei Guangyao.    

Therefore, in the last one minute, he gritted his teeth and made a decision. In the end, he steeled his heart.    

"I don't want to bet anymore. I admit defeat!"    

Although 50 million was painful, it was still better than fighting with Chen Qingchuan with his life on the line.    

The key was that Chen Qingchuan was not fighting with his life on the line, but if he played again, he would really fight with his life on the line!    

Chen Qingchuan gave him a thumbs up. "Vice President Lei has great perseverance in losing his arm to survive. I admire you."    

Lei Guangyao chose the first condition, so he had to give up on Mo Xiaoyu's contract.    

He had lost 50 million, and he had also lost this job, which made Lei Guangyao quite unhappy.    

Therefore, it was really difficult for him to have a good expression on his face now. It was already good enough that he could maintain his current ashen face.    

He didn't even greet him, and after settling the accounts, Lei Guangyao left immediately.    

If it was in the past, this definitely would not have been his style. They would meet sooner or later in the business world, and it would not be good to make things so stiff.    

But today was really special. He had already been turned into this. There was no reason for him to be polite anymore.    

After leaving the teahouse, Lei Guangyao was filled with hatred. Fifty million! Fifty million was gone just like that, and he had even suffered a setback from Chen Qingchuan. In the end, he had even chosen to surrender in humiliation.    

He was the Vice President of Heavenly Thunder Music, but he had actually suffered such a great humiliation. He couldn't accept it!    

"Chen Qingchuan, is it? You are very good. I will definitely find you again. I, Lei Guangyao, swear! "    

Whether Lei Guangyao swore or looked for him, Chen Qingchuan really did not know. He did not pay attention to this matter either.    

One. It was just a small Lei Guangyao. He didn't need to worry about him.    

He had come to an antique teahouse but did not drink a cup of tea. This was definitely not right, so he called Mo Xiaoyu over to drink tea.    

When they arrived at the tea area, he and Mo Xiaoyu sat facing each other at the table and tasted the tea. It was indeed not bad and had a lingering charm.    

"Director Chen, how much money do you have? Why do I feel like you have so much money that you can't spend it all?"    

Mo Xiaoyu was really curious. Someone like Chen Qingchuan already had so much money, what was the point of working?    

When Mo Xiaoyu asked these questions, Chen Qingchuan smiled and replied to her, "I gave you nearly 100 million previously. Didn't you also donate it? You don't need to work even if you keep the money. It's so good to go sightseeing every day."    

Mo Xiaoyu understood. She worked not only to earn money, but also for her hobbies. "So you like to do business?"    

Chen Qingchuan smiled. He was indeed interested in doing business, but it could not be called a hobby.    

The reason he earned money was mainly to take over the responsibility of the Great-Grandfather.    

His father did not have many capable people in his life. In the words of the Great-Grandfather, only your father had some ability and left early.    

Therefore, Chen Qingchuan had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Great-Grandfather.    

And the heavy burden on Great-Grandfather was on those people from the Chen Clan.    

The Daming Group belonged to the Chen Clan, and it belonged to the old man. It would also belong to him in the future. However, he didn't only feed the Daming Group, but also the Chen Clan behind him. The Chen Clan was so huge, and it had been passed down for hundreds of years. How many people did it need to feed?    

Most importantly, the Daming Group belonged to the Chen Clan, but the Chen Clan didn't belong to the Daming Group.    

That was why the old man had told Chen Qingchuan that the Daming Group must be under their control no matter what.    

If it was taken away by the other members of the Chen Corporation, their future lives would be dependent on others...    

Chen Qingchuan had never told anyone about this, and he couldn't tell anyone about it either.    

In other people's eyes, he was a carefree prodigal and a god, but in reality, the pressure he felt was greater than anyone else's.    

"Oh right, if Lei Guangyao really continued to bet just now, would he lose?"    

Mo Xiaoyu's question pulled Chen Qingchuan's thoughts back to reality. Chen Qingchuan smiled and took a sip of tea.    

"He will lose, and he will lose miserably."    

Comparing money with him, since the moment he took over as the provincial branch president, he could use tens of billions of dollars.    

Moreover, this was under the circumstances of not notifying headquarters. If he informed headquarters, he could just throw in billions of funds.    

Lei Guangyao wanted to compete with him in terms of wealth? He could forget about competing with the money he had saved up in ten lifetimes!    

...    

After tasting the tea, Chen Qingchuan called Mo Xiaoyu to prepare to leave.    

But just as he walked to the entrance of the teahouse, he was stopped by the security guards in the teahouse.    

"Mr. Chen, our boss wants to see you. Please move."    

See you? Chen Qingchuan did not have the habit of visiting people. "No."    

After saying that, Chen Qingchuan prepared to leave.    

However, as soon as he took a step forward, a few other security guards rushed over and surrounded him.    

"Whether I see or not, I'm afraid it's not up to Mr. Chen to decide."    

Looking around at the security guards, Chen Qingchuan was amused. They had entered a black shop.    

"Sure, then I would like to see if it's up to me today!"    

Anyway, he had not exercised for a long time. Today, he would clean up this black tea shop and treat it as an evacuation!