Chapter 26 Did Ye Jian make a mistake?

An abandoned, unfinished building.

The moonlight shines on the concrete floor, and in the darkness, a man sits on a chair.

He held his head with one hand and held his mobile phone with the other. The light of the screen made the contempt in his eyes clearly visible.

The collar of his floral shirt was wide open, revealing the large shiny gold chain around his neck.

Not far away from him, a group of men in suits were beating people on the ground.

The screams continued, but he didn't seem to hear them and was just concentrating on playing with his phone.

[Chang'an Third Young Master: What does the anchor want to bet with me? ]

"Boss Nie, please forgive me. Although I have no money now, my project will definitely make money. I promise to pay you back as soon as I have money!"

The beaten man cried while holding his head.

The moonlight shone on his face, and he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His body curled up and lay on the ground like a shrimp.

Nie Sheng looked away from his phone. He looked at the bodyguard indifferently and said, "Tired from the beating? Isn't that what he said last time?"

The bodyguards looked at each other and continued to greet the man.

"ah--"

The screams sounded again, and with the number of fists falling, the man's voice became smaller and smaller.

Nie Sheng turned his attention back to the live broadcast room.

[The anchor quickly asked what to bet on, where is the bet? ]

On the screen, Ye Jian stared at the camera, her dark eyes like the gems an artist put in his collection cabinet, mysterious and charming.

"Bet I know what you're doing."

[Is this also a guess? Isn’t it just watching the live broadcast? ]

[I guess the rich man is in bed, lying down and watching the live broadcast. ]

[Is that all you have? I saw that the previous live broadcasts were all performed by someone. ]

[The actor is not guilty, the platform will be blocked, and the police will also pursue the short video. It's probably a mistake. As for the ghost, we can't see it either. ]

Nie Sheng's curiosity was aroused and he wanted to see how Ye Jian ended up.

He directly sent ten carnivals and added a message: [Okay, you guessed it right, I will give you 100 carnivals. If you guessed wrong... how about being my girlfriend? ]

[Is this preferential treatment for beauties? Isn't this a clear gift of money? ]

[Jealousy and envy made me shed tears of dissatisfaction! ]

"Okay." Ye Jian agreed simply.

After hearing this, Uncle Yan became uneasy and reached out to grab the mobile phone that Huo Xingzhuo had taken.

He kept mumbling, “Master, if you don't stop me, Miss Ye will be deceived!"

Huo Xingzhuo frowned. Suddenly, his cell phone dinged.

It was the information sent by Li Yue.

While Huo Xingzhuo was reading the information, Uncle Yan finally grabbed the phone and was about to give someone a gift and tell Ye Jian not to accept it when she spoke.

"Every wrong has its owner, every debt has its owner, and there is no justice in any Yin-Yang contract."

Huo Xingzhuo happened to see Nie Sheng, general manager of Hongsheng. The company was mainly engaged in loans and other businesses. He was ruthless and violent in collecting debts.

The words Ye Jian said at the beginning immediately reappeared in his mind: Making ill-gotten gains and bullying others with evil will not end well.

"Uncle Yan, call the police."

Uncle Yan was confused and stared at Huo Xingzhuo with disbelief, “Master, I know you are jealous, but you can't report Miss Ye for fraud just because of this!"

Huo Xingzhuo looked at him coldly.

Uncle Yan immediately changed his mind, “Of course, for your happiness, I will stop it immediately."

He understood. The young master wanted the live broadcast to end quickly so that the bet would not continue!

Huo Xingzhuo's eyebrows were about to twist into twine, where was Uncle Yan thinking?

He changed his words, “Forget it, I'll handle it."

Uncle Yan, “..."

Don't you need him as a scapegoat?

What if Miss Ye is angry?

Huo Xingzhuo saw him standing there and said, "Uncle Yan, pour me a glass of water."

Uncle Yan responded immediately, turned around and went downstairs.

Huo Xingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly edited a text message to Jing Chen.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room became active again after a brief silence.

[Anchor, are you going to die if you talk like this? ]

[Evidence is required to handle a case, so you will be sentenced to death directly...]

[For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether she wanted 100 carnivals or whether she wanted to be the third young master’s girlfriend]

[Where is the third young master of Chang'an? Is this nonsense? ]

Qi Ye, who was lying on the bed watching the live broadcast, was erect and typing with an angry face.

[Qiye Fengyu: My sister Ye is extremely capable and cannot possibly tell lies! ]

[Qiye Fengyu: @长安三肖 came out for a confrontation! ]

[What I love is a ghost and I am a substitute: @长安三少 is this admitting that he has done bad things and is afraid to come out? ]

Ye Jian's words did not alert Nie Sheng, but instead aroused his strong interest.

What she said was precise, but not specific.

If she is not being mysterious, then she is someone who knows her.

interesting.

He confidently typed: [Anchor, our bet is to talk about what I am doing, not empty words. ]

Ye Jian looked at the words on the screen, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want me to say it?"

[? ? ? ? ]

[What riddle are you playing? ]

The system reports the situation in real time: [Host, Jing Chen said he has arrived. ]

"Um."

Ye Jian stared at the screen and tapped the table twice with her hand. Seeing that the third young master of Chang'an had not replied yet, she continued, “To put it simply, you are collecting debts."

In addition to looking at the face, you can also calculate based on the written characters. Ye Jian only used the four characters of Chang'an Sanshao to calculate a divination.

Long and read long, regarded as the first, empowering, taking the younger one as the account, An Tongsan, announcing the funeral, unlucky.

In other words, the third young master of Chang'an went on this trip to ask for debts as an excuse, but in fact he wanted to kill people.

"Do you want me to continue?"

[Dealing for debt? It's okay, if someone owes me money and doesn't pay it back, I still want to beat him up. ]

[Didn’t anyone pay attention to the anchor’s previous sentence? ]

[[expression][expression][expression] You can’t kill anyone, right? ]

[I think this is what the anchor means...]

A flash of danger flashed in Nie Sheng's eyes in front of the screen. Is it possible that this little girl is really capable?

impossible! This is just an anchor that I came across for the first time. I must have been fooled by looking at his homepage.

Just at this time, a bodyguard came over, “Mr. Nie, if you hit me again, you will be killed."

"Then just drink some wine and deal with it." Nie Sheng said nonchalantly. Obviously this was not the first time this happened.

"yes."

When Nie Sheng saw him going to get the wine, he glanced at the unconscious person on the ground, turned around and walked to the window with his cell phone.

He typed without any integrity: [Anchor, you guessed wrong, I am admiring the moon. ]

[So the host made a mistake? ]

[Let me just say it, the anchor is definitely making it up, just to win over the wealthy! ]

[I finally saw the face before, but now I’m just talking nonsense. I highly doubt it was a script before! ]

[Qiye Fengyu: What a bullshit script, why don’t you go and get cheated? ]

[What I love is a ghost and I am a substitute: Do you think it is glorious to be cheated on? That's a man's face! ]

[Qiye Fengyu: I don’t believe that I, Sister Ye, will make a mistake. If you have the ability, please connect! ]

[Yes, now both sides hold their own opinions, I support the connection! ]

[If the anchor makes a mistake in his calculations and makes these casual remarks, can he sue for defamation? ]

[Support connection! ]

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Ye Jian's eyes were unfocused. She leaned back on the chair, exuding confidence. She said strategically, "I can't be wrong in my calculations."