Under Zhang Fan's summons, the slightly plump Manager Wang, who had previously come to testify, quickly arrived at the scene. He had already learned everything that had happened from the surveillance footage.
"Heh heh, it seems Young Master Jin is a bit short on cash today," Manager Wang said with a smile, after pretending to inquire about the situation upon arriving.
"Brother Wang, could you please be accommodating and put it on my tab?" Jin Cheng asked.
Manager Wang sneered inwardly at this. On the surface, however, he replied amiably, "Young Master Jin is a regular at our bar. You should know our rule: we never extend credit."
"Moreover, Young Master Jin lost the bet to this brother just now. The bet was made in our bar, with you, Young Master Jin, asking me to be a witness. So, naturally, Young Master Jin needs to honor it."
In truth, Manager Wang didn't care about the bet at all. However, he knew their boss fancied Zhang Fan's abilities and wanted to recruit him. At this juncture, he naturally had to show favor to Zhang Fan.
Upon hearing Manager Wang's words, Jin Cheng, though he had expected it, still put on a distressed expression.
"If Young Master Jin cannot borrow the money, then your father will have to settle this bill?" Manager Wang said.
Jin Cheng had no other choice but to nod.
"Then, may I ask if Young Master Jin will make this call himself, or should I help you?" Manager Wang inquired again.
Jin Cheng thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket. "I'll do it myself," he said.
After all, a certain Mr. Lu had once said: True warriors dare to face a bleak life...
Jin Cheng felt that he was a true warrior. Otherwise, why would he dare to bet with that freak?
He was simply a monster!
Even now, Jin Cheng couldn't believe that Zhang Fan had actually drunk all one hundred bottles of liquor. But the facts were right before him, and no matter how much he disbelieved, there was nothing he could do.
After dialing the number, Jin Cheng stammered out the events that had occurred. As he expected, a series of angry roars came from the other end of the phone, making Jin Cheng's hand tremble.
Boss Jin was indeed furious. He simply couldn't understand how his son, born to him, Jin Ming, a shrewd man his entire life, could be so foolish.
At times, he regretted not having indulged himself more when he was younger and having more sons. Even a daughter would have been fine.
However, to his dismay, after years of sowing, he only had this one precious son.
Although Boss Jin felt this was embarrassing, he had no choice but to come. After all, he still relied on Jin Cheng to carry on the Jin family lineage.
"My father will be here within twenty minutes," Jin Cheng said to Manager Wang after hanging up the phone.
Manager Wang let out a soft hum and turned his gaze to Zhang Fan, nodding with a smile.
At the same time, he was also curious. What was this young man's background?
Half an hour earlier, his boss had instructed him to gather information on Zhang Fan. Through his own channels, he had already sent out Zhang Fan's photo.
He was confident that with his connections, he could thoroughly investigate Zhang Fan within an hour.
"Then I'll wait twenty minutes," Zhang Fan said casually, leaning back on the sofa.
Although the bet had ended, the onlookers showed no signs of leaving. After all, the bet was over, but the stakes had yet to be paid.
A million-dollar bet was quite a spectacle for these spectators.
And so, Zhang Fan and his companions sat on the bar sofas, chatting, while Jin Cheng stood awkwardly to the side, neither knowing whether to sit or stand.
Initially, he had just wanted to spend a little money to impress a girl. He never expected to encounter such a formidable opponent as Zhang Fan. Not only did he fail to even hold the girl's hand, but he also lost over two million.
Recalling the events, Jin Cheng suddenly felt like he was a true idiot.
More than ten minutes passed, yet the crowd showed no signs of impatience. Instead, their anticipation grew.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Manager Wang, who had been standing by, suddenly received a large number of messages on his phone, which kept beeping incessantly.
A hint of joy appeared on Manager Wang's plump face. He knew that the information he had been seeking was likely found.
He quickly opened his phone to check the messages.
However, as he read, his expression became increasingly solemn. By the end, his face had changed dramatically. After glancing at Zhang Fan and his companions, he hurried towards a private room on the second floor.
Everyone was bewildered, not knowing why Manager Wang had left in such a hurry.
Less than a minute after Manager Wang's departure, a middle-aged man in a black suit entered the bar, followed by a rather burly bodyguard. The bodyguard exuded a sharp aura, clearly indicating he was no ordinary person.
Upon entering the bar, the middle-aged man's gaze immediately locked onto Jin Cheng. Seeing his only son standing there in a somewhat timid manner, Boss Jin's heart flared with unnamable anger.
"Dad," Jin Cheng said, involuntarily shrinking his neck as he saw the man.
Boss Jin had initially decided to save his son some face outside. But when he saw his son's pathetic demeanor, he couldn't hold back any longer.
*Slap!*
A crisp sound echoed. A bright red handprint appeared on Jin Cheng's face.
After delivering the slap, Boss Jin felt much better. He then asked, "Who did you make that bet with?"
On the phone, Boss Jin had already grasped his son's foolish actions at the bar: losing a million in a bet, and then having to pay over a million for a buyout.
Hearing his father's question, Jin Cheng couldn't help but glance at Zhang Fan. Following Jin Cheng's gaze, Boss Jin also noticed Zhang Fan.
"You're the one who bet with my son and drank a hundred bottles of liquor?" Boss Jin asked Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with doubt.
He had originally thought that someone capable of drinking a hundred bottles of liquor would be some kind of extraordinary individual, only to find it was just such a fair-skinned young man.
"That's right. As you can see, I drank all this liquor. If you're not convinced, you can make a bet with me too. But before that, why don't you settle the debt your precious son owes?" Zhang Fan said with a smile.
Looking at the long row of empty bottles placed beside Zhang Fan, Boss Jin was slightly shaken. He couldn't believe that Zhang Fan had drunk all of it. However, after his unpromising son vouched for it with his life, he had no choice but to believe.
"A bet lost is a bet lost. I will pay you the one million that he lost to you," Boss Jin said, deliberately ignoring Zhang Fan's invitation to bet.
"I can understand losing a million in a bet, but what's this about a buyout?" Boss Jin asked, turning his gaze to his son.
He didn't believe his son would have bought out the bar for no reason and treated people to free drinks.
Hearing this, Jin Cheng glanced at Xu Youran. Seeing that she wasn't even looking at him, he regretted it even more.
Noticing his son's gaze, Boss Jin followed it and saw a girl with an extremely pure and beautiful appearance. He instantly understood.