1738 Spasming Hands
"I'm placing a bet too." Ma Ta hastily took out his spirit currency and gave it to the manager.
Qi Xuanxuan, the little fatty, and even Duanmu Qing and the others each took out a sack of spirit currency and handed it to Manager Tang. "We're betting on Qiaoqiao's victory too."
They've gone crazy…
Even though these people might be his young sir's friends, Manager Tang felt like their intellect was not on the same level as the young sir's.
Why did it seem like these young sirs and ladies were crackpots…
How come they were all obsessed with placing this bet?
Manager Tang went to place the bets with the spirit currency he received, while his footsteps were a bit shaky when he left.
Qi Xuanxuan giggled. "Look at his foolish expression. He's looking at us like we're fools, yet he doesn't know that he's the foolish one."
Qiao Mu looked at them silently. "How much did you wager?"
"Thirty thousand. My entire fortune, all in. I'm counting on you, Qiaoqiao." Ma Ta popped out from behind them with a grin.
"Twenty thousand. Also my entire fortune!" The little fatty chimed.
"Eight hundred." Qi Xuanxuan wept silently. She had already emptied all her pockets and put even her loose change into this wager!
"It's fine, Xuanxuan. I'll split half with you after getting my earnings," the little fatty promised. His heart wouldn't ache at all even after splitting half with Xuanxuan since his wager of twenty thousand would yield earnings of two hundred thousand!
Ma Ta thought about it. "Then I'll split a hundred thousand with you too, Xuanxuan."
Qi Xuanxuan was moved. She smacked the little fatty and Ma Ta's shoulders. "You guys are true bros."
Qiao Mu stared at them expressionlessly. These people were already planning how to split their earnings, as if they had already freakin' had the cash in hand.
She turned to look at the nonchalant Duanmu Qing. "How much did you wager?"
"The maximum." Duanmu Qing's calm response triggered Qi Xuanxuan, the little fatty, and Ma Ta's surprised gazes.
"What's the maximum wager?" Qiao Mu inquired curiously.
"Five hundred thousand!" Qi Xuanxuan and the other two shouted in unison.
F*ck, here was where the tycoon was!
Qiao Mu nodded expressionlessly. She then heard Duanmu Qing say, "I'll split half of the earnings with you all."
"Yay!" Qi Xuanxuan almost jumped up, as if she already had the money in hand!
Qiao Mu looked at them silently. "Say, do you think the mentors are hiding in some corner counting money right now?"
Sure enough, the several mentors on Qiao Mu's mind were currently sitting in a remote section of the arena. They asked Zhou Danjin in a whisper, "How is it, how much did we earn?"
"Don't be hasty. We didn't have much capital the first time, but because of the high odds, hehehe, we earned more than ten thousand. The odds will definitely change next time though, sigh…"
"We have to earn more money to renovate the academy. Look at what kind of rooms the students are living in! Aren't you embarrassed by those dirt clumps!"
"They came to cultivate, not to enjoy life. Could it be that we have to construct a royal palace for them to live in!"
"Cough, the dean said that the money we earn this time will all be used for building dorms."
"How is that enough!" Zhou Danjin wailed in heartache. "Besides, just nurturing those several stalks of spiritual herbs on Blazing Vigor Peak has practically emptied all our academy's savings. We have no money, no money at all!"
"The little lass will most likely sign up for the open challenge competition," Wei Xu analyzed calmly.
"Oh? How do you know?"
"If they don't do the open challenge, you think they can achieve the amount of points you set just by fighting in the normal competitions?"
