Inside the Mercedes-Benz G-Class, Jiang Wanzhou, who was a little drunk, was shouting and raging impotently.
"Cheng Zhu, you've made me angry!"
"Who's unlucky? Tell me who's unlucky!" he exclaimed, pointing at Cheng Zhu with an effeminate gesture.
"You win a little money and you've already become arrogant!"
Cheng Zhu ignored him. He opened the car window, considering whether he should light a cigarette. But remembering the car belonged to Jiang Wanzhou's family and not being sure of their habits, he decided not to smoke inside the vehicle that wasn't his.
In one night, Cheng Zhu's assets multiplied several times. But, in fact, he didn't care much about that amount of money.
Although he was in a good mood tonight, that's all it was: being in a good mood.
Since he had been reborn, he had always felt a bit disillusioned. After all, in his previous life, he had achieved a lot at a young age, accumulating a fortune close to 100 million before turning thirty. Now, in comparison, he was missing several zeros.
"Again, I have to start earning from scratch," Cheng Zhu thought. Suddenly, he remembered a classic phrase from the early seasons of "Desafío Extremo":
"This is destiny"
"Is it really destiny?" Cheng Zhu thought. But soon he let out a sarcastic laugh:
"To hell with destiny. Destiny is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the modesty of the strong."
Driven by alcohol, he suddenly felt the urge to sing at the top of his lungs:
"Let's see success or failure, a magnificent life, simply starting over!"
But he held back, afraid of scaring Jiang Wanzhou, who was quite timid.
After thinking about it, he decided to set a goal for himself:
"In three years, my assets must surpass those of my previous life, and double"
With this determination, he took out his phone and opened his notes app. At that moment, there was only one sentence in his app, which said:
"Don't disappoint good girls, and don't waste bad girls."
Below that sentence, Cheng Zhu wrote another. It was a phrase he used to remind himself of every time he failed on his business path in his previous life.
"Now I'm reborn, I haven't failed in business, but curiously it fits perfectly," Cheng Zhu thought as he began to write.
"Don't be afraid to start over, because this time you're not starting from zero, but from experience"
***
When the Mercedes-Benz G-Class arrived at the hotel, Cheng Zhu washed up and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he got to the room.
Clearly, although he had said that Jiang Wanzhou had negative energy, he took no precautions against him. It should be known that in his previous life, Cheng Zhu not only distrusted men, sometimes he also distrusted women.
Boys, listen to me, these days, when you leave home, you must learn to protect yourselves well. Promise me you will, okay?
Jiang Wanzhou, on the other hand, had had a novel experience that night and wasn't sleepy. Even when the sun came up, he was still lying in the hotel bed, chatting nonstop on WeChat. He didn't fall asleep until seven-thirty in the morning, planning to sleep until the hotel's checkout time.
***
The next day, elsewhere, Shen Qingning, who had had a restful beauty sleep, woke up early to the sound of the alarm. She took off her eye mask and turned off the alarm on her phone. Although it was summer and she had no special plans for today, she had set an alarm, which reflected a part of her character.
Shen Qingning picked up her phone, which was on silent, and was a little surprised.
"So many WeChat messages?" she said to herself, with a certain astonishment.
She got out of the silk bed in a knee-length black robe, searching for her slippers with her slender and soft legs.
While checking the WeChat messages, she walked towards the bathroom. The messages were mainly from a WeChat group and from her friend Lin Lu. In the group were Shen Minglang, Jiang Wanzhou, and another cousin of hers.
The first message was from Shen Minglang, who said in the group chat that he had transferred the winnings, after deducting the initial capital, to the Alipay accounts of Shen Qingning and Jiang Wanzhou.
Yes, Cheng Zhu had first transferred the money to Shen Minglang to place the bets.
But Jiang Wanzhou and Shen Qingning had never transferred money. Shen Qingning was surprised: "Did we really win?". The image of Cheng Zhu appeared in her mind. The night before, this high school graduate had confidently bet on just one score.
Thanks to that brief nighttime encounter with him, Shen Qingning now had 13,000 more in her Alipay account. The money wasn't much for her, but the experience had been quite interesting.
She took her electric toothbrush and while brushing, continued reading the group messages. The eldest cousin in the group, who had apparently also been watching the World Cup, hadn't slept until dawn. Upon seeing Shen Minglang's message, he immediately exclaimed:
[Wow, you guessed the score! Most of those who bet on the score lost!]
Shen Qingning could guess that her brother had left the message in the group instead of sending a private message to show off in front of the eldest cousin. Sure enough, Shen Minglang immediately replied:
[Eldest cousin, under my wise guidance, Ning Ning and little Jiang bet 2000 on 0-0.]
The eldest cousin sent a "See you on the rooftop" meme. Clearly, he had bet on Argentina's victory. Although none of them were compulsive gamblers, they only bet for fun, but being the only loser in the group was frustrating.
Shen Qingning, while brushing her teeth, looked at the eldest cousin's meme and couldn't help but smile. But the next message from Jiang Wanzhou made her laugh even more.
Seeing Shen Minglang showing off in the group, Jiang Wanzhou couldn't stand it.
[What do you mean "under my wise guidance"? Clearly, he had followed Cheng Zhu's advice!]
He immediately wrote, sarcastically:
[Yeah, yeah, the sun rises because the rooster crows, hehe]
The eldest cousin, curious, asked:
[???]
Shen Minglang replied:
[I don't care, Ning Ning and little Jiang have to treat me to a meal]
Jiang Wanzhou answered:
[If anyone's treating, it should be Cheng Zhu, right?]
The eldest cousin asked:
[Who is Cheng Zhu?]
Shen Minglang proposed:
[Let's make a deal, treat me and Cheng Zhu to a meal]
Jiang Wanzhou:
[We'll think about it]
The eldest cousin, insistent, asked:
[Aren't you going to tell me who Cheng Zhu is?]
Shen Minglang, firm, said:
[Nothing to consider! It's settled]
Jiang Wanzhou:
[I'll ask Cheng Zhu later]
The eldest cousin, frustrated, exclaimed:
[Can someone explain to me who Cheng Zhu is? What am I in this group?]
Shen Qingning, reading the group chat, showed a slight smile on her cold face. After closing the group chat, she looked at the WeChat messages from Lin Lu.
This little beauty who was once a voice actress loved sending voice messages. When Shen Qingning opened one of them, she immediately heard Lin Lu's excited voice.
"Ahh! They really didn't score a single goal!"
"Ah! It really was 0-0! How exciting! I won money, I won money!"
"Soccer matches are so exciting, next time I'll take you to see a game! Ning Ning, you're amazing, you helped me win money!"
Shen Qingning couldn't help but laugh and opened the last voice message.
Clearly, after a few minutes, Lin Lu had already calmed down a bit. In her next message, she displayed her monstrous skill as a voice actress, speaking in an authoritative tone:
"Woman, I will treat you to dinner."
"This is not a suggestion, it's an order."
Shen Qingning put down the phone with her left hand and rinsed the foam from her electric toothbrush, then rinsed her mouth.
After doing all this, she picked up the phone, planning to naturally accept the invitation from Lin Lu, who had won money.
But, for some reason, she suddenly remembered what Jiang Wanzhou had said in the group:
[Yeah, yeah, the sun rises because the rooster crows, hehe]
With that thought in mind, she wrote a reply to her friend Lin Lu, who was probably still asleep:
[Actually, it's someone else's merit. If anyone should be treated, it shouldn't be me]