A life of financial freedom

"We're betting, you old man still want to participate? Why are you so nosy..." Chu Fang said speechlessly.

The white-haired old man said, "Beautiful ladies always receive preferential treatment. I'll also bet this beautiful lady will win the award. If I lose, I'll owe you a favor."

Chu Fang's eyes darted around, and he agreed.

Then he said that if he lost, he didn't need to do anything, just say a sentence in Chinese in public.

The two sides settled on the bet.

And Chu Fang wrote down what the old man would have to say if he lost, writing it down carefully: "I am 250."

Zhong Tingyue pinched her husband.

You dead man.

He wrote down the words, then folded it up and handed it to the white-haired old man, earnestly saying, "If you lose, just say it out loud in front of everyone."

The white-haired old man nodded and then left excitedly.

Zhong Tingyue glanced sideways.

Chu Fang smiled, "It's very boring, you always have to find something interesting for yourself, either find fun in yourself or find fun in others."

"It's just a casual '250', foreigners don't understand it, and even if they do, they don't know what it means."

"Look how happy that old man is, he even has to thank me. Look, he's giving me a thumbs up."

He saw the white-haired old man holding a glass of wine, and also raised his thumb in the direction of Chu Fang and his wife.

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

Just then, Teacher Chi and Teacher Wu walked over: "Hey, Teacher Zhong, do you know Marshall?"

"Who?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

"That old man." Teacher Chi pointed to the white-haired old man who had just made the bet, "He is Marshall, an internationally renowned design master, with outstanding achievements in architecture, interior design, and product design. His creations integrate multiculturalism and innovative ideas, and he is a benchmark in the industry."

Zhong Tingyue and Chu Fang looked at each other, the latter chuckled.

The cocktail party ended quickly, and then the award ceremony began. Everyone was looking at the stage, waiting for the reveal.

Chu Fang said, "I'm just playing around, how would I know that old man has such a big background? At worst, when the award ceremony ends, I'll withdraw the bet, I'll eat that piece of paper raw. That way nothing will happen..."

The host's voice echoed at the award ceremony: "The winner of this year's International Design Award is... Marshall!"

Chu Fang's chattering mouth suddenly closed.

He saw the white-haired old man go on stage, first thanking his relatives and friends, thanking the organizers, and after finishing these formulaic words, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Seeing the words on the paper, Marshall was obviously stunned.

And Chu Fang below clenched his fists: "My grandpa, please don't say it, I'll kneel down for you."

Marshall held up the microphone and shouted loudly: "I am 250, I am 250..."

"Damn!" Chu Fang passed out.

Zhong Tingyue's mouth twitched.

I really want to die...

Marshall's Chinese echoed at the award ceremony. Most of the people present were foreigners, who could not understand Chinese, so everyone looked at each other.

They didn't know what this leader in the field of design was saying.

But in order to show respect, they all stood up, some clapping, some cheering, some clenching their fists, and shouting in unison: "250, 250, 250..."

Teacher Chi and Teacher Wu looked at each other.

"Did I hear wrong?"

"Probably, Marshall is German, he should be speaking German, it's just similar to Chinese."

"That makes sense, should we shout together?"

"I don't want to shout."

"Me neither."

... ...

The booming sound of the award ceremony pulled Chu Fang out of his dizzy world. He listened to the surrounding sounds and patted his forehead: "Oh my God..."

This trouble is too big.

Zhong Tingyue pulled Chu Fang: "Retreat!"

We can't stay here, otherwise we'll be ruined.

The best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems is to leave.

The two of them were preparing to quietly leave the award ceremony, but they were blocked by Marshall who came down from the stage just as they reached the door.

Seeing this white-haired old man, Chu Fang smiled to ease the embarrassment, but the smile was uglier than crying.

Marshall said awkwardly: "Interesting?"

"Not interesting." Chu Fang shrank his neck, but still stubbornly said, "You clearly know Chinese, and you know what it means, but you insist on shouting it out."

He really couldn't figure out why this old man wanted to shout it out.

Marshall patted Chu Fang on the shoulder and said happily, "I think it's very interesting."

"Eh?" Chu Fang's bent body straightened up all of a sudden.

Let me see what's going on?!

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

After chatting, I learned that the old man did know the meaning of that sentence, and even knowing it, he still wanted to shout it out. It meant nothing else, just for fun.

He just liked the feeling of watching a group of people shouting '250', thinking they were complimenting him, but actually scolding him.

This feeling made Marshall feel very good, very comfortable.

As a leader in the field of design, he is always praised, and he is already tired of hearing it. In contrast, he prefers others to scold him.

In Chinese, it means that this old man is full and has nothing to do.

Chu Fang raised his thumb: "Grandpa, you are really 250!"

"Hehe." Marshall smiled.

Zhong Tingyue and Marshall exchanged contact information, and then Chu Fang pulled Zhong Tingyue and quickly fled the scene.

Although Marshall said so, he always felt that if he didn't run, he wouldn't be able to run.

"Mr. Chu, will you dare to do it again in the future?" Walking on the road, Zhong Tingyue tilted her swan-like neck.

"Zhong Tingyue, are you blaming me? You ungrateful person!" Chu Fang glared, "Without me, could you have added the contact information of this world-class designer?"

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..., then I have to thank you?"

"We have this kind of relationship, no need."

Zhong Tingyue suddenly remembered the bet between them: "I didn't win the award, Mr. Chu, you lost."