My Line Connect To The Demon World

A few years ago, he had slept in the open and was used as a lackey.    

He had earned less than 600,000 by relying on his blood and sweat.    

You, Ye Fan, don't use any resources in the afternoon, yet you want to be on par with me?    

If I can really do it, then my previous few years of life would have been in vain.    

The pride in his body made him not believe what Ye Fan said at all.    

"Alright, then I will personally witness Boss' ability."    

"Alright!"    

Ye Fan found a quiet place in the school, took out his phone and started to search.    

In fact, he did not think of a way to earn money.    

Six hundred thousand yuan in the afternoon, he didn't have the capital.    

It was definitely not possible to rely on manual labor. He could only rely on his brain.    

Furthermore, Ye Fan didn't want to use medical skills to bully Ren Qi. It was fine to play dirty, but it couldn't be so obvious.    

Finally, after a long period of hard work, he found it.    

Ye Fan found a place that seemed to be able to make money - Zhong Shang boxing hall.    

It was really hard to find.    

He had also seen it on a forum.    

It was said that this was a place for boxing, and it was also the only underground gambling market in Jiang City.    

Every day, the amount of money spent was at least ten million, and the speed of the circle was extremely fast.    

However, due to the hot blood and excitement, it still made countless wealthy people happy and tireless.    

It was just that the place was a bit hard to find, and Ye Fan had to spend a lot of effort to find it.    

Sometimes, it was really difficult to move forward without connections.    

If he called Guan Wu and asked him, he could easily ask him.    

"Boss, where are we going?"    

The two of them were walking on the road of Jiang City.    

Under the scorching sun.    

Ren Qi felt like he was about to smoke from the sun.    

However, it was as if nothing had happened to Ye Fan. Not a single drop of sweat could be seen on his body.    

"To the east of the city!"    

"Ah?"    

Ren Qi smiled bitterly.    

"The University of Jiang City is in the west of the city. Are we going to walk to the east of the city?"    

Ye Fan shrugged and said, "Yeah, I said we can't spend money, so naturally we can't spend a single cent, including taking a car."    

"Phew! Boss, I'm afraid I'll die of exhaustion before I get there. Why don't I sponsor the car? "    

Looking at Ren Qi, who was sweating profusely, Ye Fan could only nod his head.    

He was a martial artist, so this amount of exercise did not affect him at all.    

But Ren Qi could not do it. A few dozen kilometers was too much for him.    

Two hours of bus ride.    

The two of them finally arrived at the east side of the city.    

Next was an underground entrance.    

The entrance wasn't big, and it looked extremely tattered.    

However, there was a huge underground garage next to it, and all the cars parked inside were luxury cars.    

Ren Qi asked in surprise, "Boss, what is this place? Why didn't I notice it before?"    

"This is also my first time here. Let's go and take a look."    

The security at the door was not as tight as he had imagined.    

After a simple registration, one could enter.    

The two of them looked around.    

The hall that could accommodate a thousand people was practically full.    

The explosive music and the noisy crowd caused the place to be bustling with noise and excitement.    

In the middle of the hall was a huge beast cage competition stage.    

It was covered in blood, and there were still some things that hadn't dried up yet. It was a cruel and violent scene that directly hit everyone's soul.    

Ren Qi furrowed his brows.    

"Boss, it seems to be a place for practicing black boxing. Could it be that you want to bet on it?"    

The rules for betting were very simple. Before the battle began.    

It was fine as long as you bet on who wins and who loses, or bet on someone winning in a row.    

The odds and bonuses would be calculated by the computer on the big screen, and there was almost no need to think.    

It seemed to be completely dependent on luck.    

But the premise of gambling was to have chips.    

Ye Fan did not have a gambling capital, so how could he gamble?    

Could it be that he wanted to earn face?    

"That's right."    

Ye Fan nodded.    

"But I don't have a bet, so I can only ask for help from others."    

"Have you played stocks before? Do you know those so-called stock consulting companies? They use their operating ability to help the shareholders make money. "    

" They don't need to invest a single cent, but they can make their own share. "    

Ren Qi knew, but this type of strategy relied on electricity sales. It was almost like a human wave tactic.    

Looking for someone in the vast ocean.    

However, the number of gamblers in front of him was clearly too small.    

He really did not believe that Ye Fan could find someone who was willing to invest in him.    

Even if he took ten thousand steps back.    

Ye Fan really found an investor.    

But what kind of capital did he use to obtain the recognition of others?    

Not everyone could see through gambling!    

Not only did he need luck, he also needed foundation and eyesight.    

This was naturally not difficult for Ye Fan. The Fiery Golden Eyes Technique and the rich foundation of martial arts were not to be trifled with.    

He could tell who was strong and who was weak with a single glance.    

"Boss, are you sure the method works?"    

Ye Fan revealed a sunny smile.    

"I don't know. Let's give it a try! It depends on the person. "    

It wasn't easy for him to come out and put on an act.    

He didn't want to drop the chain.    

Then, Ye Fan found a corner seat so that he could observe every gambler on the stage.    

Otherwise, it would be a waste of time if he went up to ask someone.    

Ye Fan had not interacted with the demons in the group for so long.    

He already had his own theory when it came to judging people, especially when it came to luck.    

Ye Fan would definitely not touch those so-called spendthrifts and unlucky fellows.    

Because even if he could tell who would win, it would be hard to avoid making mistakes.    

The first type was people who were more stupid. Those who were dull and dazed would definitely lose if they were to take part in the bet.    

The second type was those who had poor thinking ability and could not afford to let go. This kind of person was very easy to make money.    

The third type was to make a fortune. These kinds of people would win less and lose more. Gambling was more important than their lives.    

The last type was those who had dark marks and dark eyes. It was commonly known as unlucky, muddle-headed, drunk, but not drunk. It would be strange if such a person could win.    

Finally, three rounds of martial arts competition went on below the stage.    

Ye Fan selected a father and daughter pair.    

They lost all three rounds, but they didn't care at all. One look and one could tell that they were here to make a small bet to pass the time.    

Moreover, their eyes were shining, and their eyebrows were shining. Their conversation was excellent, so they were naturally wealthy people.    

If they worked together with this type of person, the chances of winning would greatly increase.    

"Let's go! I found a target. "    

"So fast?"    

"[Is it faster? Even the coriander is cold.]"    

Ye Fan slowly walked over.    

He did not speak directly, but waited by the side for the opportunity to interrupt.    

The middle-aged man was a man in his fifties. He had white hair on both sides of his temples, but he looked vigorous and dignified.    

The woman beside him was about twenty years old. She did not wear makeup, but she was delicate and dignified. She was a big beauty.    

She lost another round.    

The middle-aged man smiled and sighed.    

"Xiaoya, your luck today is not that good! Let's not gamble anymore. Let's go home."    

"Dad, I want to win it back. It's too infuriating. You actually lost four rounds in a row. You don't have to bully people like this."    

"Hehe, gambling requires one to be calm. It's only about a million yuan. It's fine if you lose. Let's go."    

The timing was perfect.    

Ye Fan suddenly smiled and said, "If you lose, your mood will definitely not be good. But if you want to win it back, you will lose your reason and fall into a vicious cycle!"