Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 51

Everyone was taken aback when they heard Ding Wan’er speak like that, as although she was roughly the same age as the rest of them, everyone knew her character, especially when it came to school matters—she was not one to joke around.

A circle of people around them were all scrutinizing Lin Feng, wondering how he could possibly be a teacher at Yingbo University at such a young age. Maybe he got the job through Ding Wan’er’s back door...?

Upon hearing Ding Wan’er speak, Hua Gang couldn’t help but frown, thinking to himself whether a university teacher’s status was really that desirable??

"Young Master Lin, will you find time to go rowing again in the future?" Ding Wan’er brought up the subject, and Hua Gang didn’t intend to dwell on the matter any longer. After all, he hadn’t come to chat with Lin Feng, so he promptly shifted the conversation to something else.

"That’s child’s play, I’ve lost interest in it now. Nowadays, I prefer shark fishing. Why don’t you come and try catching sharks with me?" Lin Feng said to Hua Gang with a smile, very seriously.

What... What? Rowing is child’s play? I think you just can’t afford it, ah. With the state of your family now, what are you here pretending for? And shark fishing—what kind of joke is that? How big do you think you are to be able to catch sharks? Do you think you’re a god or something?

As for shark fishing, you’re more likely to end up as shark food.

Li Wenkai and his friends couldn’t help but snicker when they heard this, thinking that the guy must be nuts, spouting all kinds of nonsensical gibberish.

"Young Master Lin, don’t you want to do something right now? If it’s about money, just say the word," Hua Gang said, very frustrated, trying to change the subject, as he found that Lin Feng’s topics were the kind that left him with no room for response, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

He wanted to make Lin Feng look bad, not engage in nonsense with him.

"If you can lend money, start by lending me one hundred million US dollars." Someone was eager to borrow money—he saw it as a good thing—so asking for a hundred million US dollars didn’t seem too bad.

Although he hadn’t specifically looked into how well off Hua Gang’s family was at the moment, he guessed that one hundred million US dollars would probably be enough to wreck them.

"Heh... Young Master Lin, you’re not joking, right?" Hua Gang was very disheartened, intending to mock Lin Feng’s family’s downfall, but he truly hadn’t expected that Lin Feng would take the opportunity to demand such a massive sum, one hundred million dollars. Did he think his family owned a bank?

He had wanted to verbally humiliate the guy for a bit, but all that came out of this guy’s mouth was irrelevant nonsense.

"Young Master Lin still talks big, a hundred million dollars? Your family would be doing well to even come up with a million US dollars," Li Wenkai couldn’t stand it any longer and chimed in from the side. He had disliked Lin Feng from the start, and now was his chance to object. Who did he think he was, daring to ask for a hundred million dollars when he’s no more than a down-and-out young master?

And what was more, it was vexing for Li Wenkai to see Hua Gang being rendered speechless by Lin Feng’s retorts.

Ding Wan’er, listening from the side, also wanted to laugh. Not rowing but going for shark catching, a hundred million US dollars—she thought Lin Feng really dared to say anything. But she found it quite pleasing to see Li Wenkai and his group getting put in their place.

"Young Master Lin, how about we go over there and play darts for a bit of money?" Sun Qiang interjected at that moment, seeing that Hua Gang was floundering. He then subtly gestured to Xiaohui standing behind him, signaling to hand over the scene to him.

Xiaohui, seeing Sun Qiang’s gesture, smiled as well.

Xiaohui had grown up overseas and had only returned to China less than two years ago. He had always enjoyed playing darts in his spare time and had reached a professional level. All the prominent young men in Tianhai knew of Xiaohui’s dart skills; so many of them had competed against Xiaohui and were unequivocally defeated.

Not only had they tried their hand against him, but they had also paid professional players within the country to do so, only to be soundly beaten as well. Therefore, they were very confident in his abilities.

Late, they learned that while abroad, Xiaohui would often participate in European dart championships, with his best achievement being third place. An elite young man reaching such a level in darts was rare indeed, leading all those who had lost money to him to curse in secret—going so far as to play with them was essentially just a ploy for tricking money out of them.

Therefore, Xiaohui looked at Lin Feng with great confidence, hoping that Lin Feng would agree. If he did, Xiaohui was certain he could make Lin Feng lose money and face.

When the other young masters heard this, their eyes also lit up, because as long as Lin Feng agreed, the outcome, in their eyes, was already a foregone conclusion.

"Fine, we’ll bet cash," Lin Feng decided after thinking for a moment. It wouldn’t be bad to gather some money, considering so many fat sheep were just waiting to be slaughtered. It seemed too remiss not to do so.

Additionally, if he didn’t set these juvenile fools straight, it seemed they wouldn’t give it a rest today.

"Lin Feng, let’s just go, it’s not good to gamble with them," Ding Wan’er said, looking at Lin Feng who was thinking of gambling with Li Wenkai and the others. She was worried that Lin Feng would be tricked by them and kindly advised him against it.

She hadn’t said anything when they were just chatting, but now that she heard they were going to gamble, she knew very well what kind of people they were. She didn’t want Lin Feng to get involved in such matters. Even if she didn’t acknowledge him as her fiancé, Lin Feng was nonetheless an employee at her school and had offended Li Wenkai to help her. She felt obliged to help him.

With this thought in mind, Ding Wan’er wanted to pull Lin Feng away.

"I’ve already agreed, let me win the money first and then we can leave," Lin Feng replied to Ding Wan’er. He gently patted the hand clasping his arm, signaling her not to worry.

Win and then leave? Has this kid gone mad?

Haha, truly oblivious to reality, thinking he can actually win money.

Now it’s getting interesting, Xiaohui won’t let him off easy.

.........

The young masters around heard this and immediately started laughing; things were about to get interesting. They thought Lin Feng was seeking death by challenging Xiaohui in a darts betting game, believing himself capable of winning money. They were all gleefully waiting for him to cry later, yet no one spoke up.

Having seen how things unfolded, everyone understood the situation. When Ding Wan’er heard Lin Feng’s confident reply, she did not contradict him. Moreover, from his actions, she sensed his confidence, but she wondered, what gave Lin Feng such confidence?

In fact, her heart was filled with both concern and expectation at this moment. French, chemistry, and other matters—so much, so much that now she found herself inexplicably filled with a sense of anticipation.

Several people nearby heard that these young people were going to play darts for money, and other young people, bursting with enthusiasm, came over to join in.

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s affirmative response, Li Wenkai was already overjoyed. He had absolute faith in Xiaohui’s skills. With Xiaohui involved, Lin Feng would be utterly defeated, but that wasn’t all; Lin Feng had also suggested betting money. Hmph, hmph, you’re done for this time.

"Young Master Lin wants to play with cash, then we’re certainly up for it. Just not sure how much cash you have on you? Do you need me to lend you some?" Li Wenkai said with a mocking expression. Look at this down-and-out young master, all dressed like that, daring to gamble cash with us. Have you gone insane?

"Seems like I didn’t bring much out today, let me check," Lin Feng said, and in front of everyone, he started to take out money from his pockets. Searching through all six of his pockets, he astonishingly produced six stacks of bills, each of 500-denomination Euros!

When everyone saw Lin Feng taking out Euros, they were already shocked. The only thought in everyone’s mind was, who in their right mind walks around with so much cash, not afraid of being robbed?

What surprised them even more was that Lin Feng actually had six whole stacks of them. That’s about 2.4 million Renminbi. My god, what was he thinking? How could he carry so much money on him? He didn’t look like a madman; how could he do something so incomprehensible to everyone?

And to carry so much money on oneself... completely insane.

When Li Wenkai saw Lin Feng producing the first stack of Euros, his eyes suddenly bulged. He hadn’t expected Lin Feng to be carrying so much cash, no wonder he talked about betting cash. But as Lin Feng kept taking out stack after stack, his face could no longer remain calm. Inside, he was cursing. You ******** are sick. Who the hell carries that much cash if they’re not? How am I supposed to bet with you if you can’t even withdraw this much cash from a bank?

Hua Gang was staring blankly at Lin Feng; he simply couldn’t understand how a seemingly down-and-out young master could be carrying 300,000 Euros. Was this what a down-and-out young master was like? He had never carried so much cash himself, and Lin Feng’s boldness amazed him, carrying that much cash and still so composed, not fearing it would be stolen.

Sun Qiang watched Lin Feng speechlessly, wondering how he managed to carry so much cash on him and how they had chatted for so long without noticing the bulging cash on him.

Those present were either rich or noble, and were not unused to seeing money, but they had never seen anyone casually carrying so much cash on them. This was a completely different concept from having numbers on a bank card.

Ding Wan’er watched Lin Feng pull out six stacks of Euros and stared at him, unable to believe her eyes, thinking to herself, where on earth did Lin Feng get all this cash? The two stacks he’d used previously when buying a car were surprising enough, but this was even more exaggerated—six stacks, and these were 500-denomination Euros, not 10,000 Renminbi stacks. Suddenly, Ding Wan’er remembered that Lin Feng had once said these were his spoils of war. Could it all have been won through gambling?

Spoils of war, things earned in battle are called spoils of war, right?

"This is all I have, just 300,000 Euros. That’s roughly 2.4 million Renminbi and a bit more, so let’s just call it 2.4 million. How much do you guys have?" Lin Feng asked as he took out the money, looking up at Li Wenkai and the others.