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Chapter 426 Fatal Mistake (5)

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    Matthew's complacency didn't last long, because Bei Yiming suddenly made a request to him: He actually asked Matthew to take him to gamble, not only with money, but also with the bottom of the table.

    Matthew Wen was terrified, his face was pale.  These things that are not on the table can be used as a joke in private, but after all, it is a bad habit. Even if it is done in private, it is against the management system of Ivy China. If it is not done well, it will lose its job.

    Matthew Wen said submissively: "I I don't know where to gamble at the bottom of the table I was talking nonsense last time. How can I take what I said in the bar seriously? Everyone is talking nonsense."

    Bei Yiming looked at him steadfastly, and he said, "I know everything."

    Matthew Wen felt uncomfortable all over, and a high wall immediately erected in his heart to resist Bei Yiming.  He still gritted his teeth, refused to admit it, and said sloppily: "That's all happened in the past. I said last time that it was all done in Macau by my uncle. Macau is different from Shenzhen. Who dares to manage it so strictly in Shenzhen?"  Recklessly."

    Seeing that he was so reserved, Bei Yiming leaned forward, put his hand on his shoulder, and whispered, "You took Tong Xin there, didn't you?"

    Matthew Wen's body froze immediately. If he originally built a high wall in his heart just to protect himself, then now that he suddenly realized that Bei Yiming knew him well all along, he really wanted to arrange snipers on the high wall and be ready at all times.  Get rid of this pompous "booty".

    Seeing that Matthew Wen's face was livid, Bei Yiming patted him and said, "Don't be so nervous, I don't mean anything else. Now I have something to ask of you. I will join you and be your teammate. What do you have to worry about?"  ?¡±

    Matthew smiled awkwardly, and he said: "Brother M, you really made me don't know what to do. What happened to you? If it really doesn't work, we'll make it up for you."

    "You don't have to worry about it. Just take me there. Then lend me a sum of money, it's as simple as that."

    Bei Yiming had already lost his mind at this time. He remembered what his mother said, with guilt and anger in his heart, and his rationality had completely withdrawn:

    He knew that the 100,000 yuan he put in Matthew Wen would be meaningless even if he got it.  Compared with the two properties, it is really pitifully small.  He wanted to take a chance, because he remembered the story of Guo Weili's first pot of gold that Matthew had told, and he believed in his heart that he would also be such a chosen child.

    Matthew Wen's face twitched faintly, his eyes stopped flustered, and suddenly returned to a flattering look.  He took out a notebook from his backpack, handed it to Bei Yiming "you're welcome", and said with a smile on his face: "This gambling is a high-risk, high-return thing. You have the courage, but I can't. I will still take your money."  I'll give it to you, but you can write me an IOU so that I can feel at ease, okay?"

    Bei Yiming's face showed the look he often showed in front of Matthew Wen, and Matthew Wen could understand: it was a kind of disdain and contempt.

    He once again remembered that many years ago, Bei Yiming was just a stunned young man who had just joined Ivy. When he saw Matthew cleaning in the office, he ridiculed him as an "ancestral slave".

    The hatred in Matthew Wen's heart made him want to tear Bei Yiming apart.

    His smile never faded, he stared at Bei Yiming as he finished writing the IOU.

    "Do you want to press your fingerprint?" Bei Yiming asked jokingly.

    Matthew Wen couldn't imagine the strength of Bei Yiming's body - he looked at himself, and suddenly stretched out his hand to press the injured part of his brow bone that had just been sutured, and pressed his handprint stained with blood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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