Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The speaker was a short, fat man in science and technology wearing glasses. He immediately raised his eyes and sneered: "What, you want to fight? This is an exhibition hall, not your Beijing playground!"

Qiao Nian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she finally understood where Qin Si's urge to beat him came from. This man really deserved a beating!

Qin Si was afraid that she would be impulsive now, so he pulled the girl's arm and said patiently: "Forget it, sister Qiao, ignore this idiot!"

The science man probably heard Qin Si scolding him, but he didn't think it was enough, so he deliberately raised his voice and said: "Am I a fool? Then who are you!"

"What achievements has your city achieved at weapons exhibitions that can make you look like this?"

He didn't open any pot, looked at the nameplate on Qin Si's chest up and down, and sneered: "Oh, it turns out to be No. 18."

"..." Qin Si glared at him angrily.

The short and fat man tilted his head and sneered at the people next to him: "I remember that there were only 20 delegations attending the weapons exhibition this time. This number is based on previous results, right?"

The people around him were all his colleagues. Seeing that they couldn't hold him back, they had no choice but to respond awkwardly: "Okay, I guess so."

"Tsk!"

As if he had grasped something, the short and fat man turned around and ridiculed Qiao Nian and others: "Does this mean that your results in all previous years are only ranked third from the bottom?!"

"There are two delegations participating for the first time this time, so there is no ranking. Strictly speaking, you, the third from the bottom, are actually the first from the bottom?"

"Haha, the last one threatens me to wait and see?"

The short, fat man seemed to be deliberately targeting Qiao Nian. He mainly looked at her and did not hide his contemptuous attitude: "You are so crazy, does Master Cheng know?"

He even had his contempt and condescension written on his face: "It's better to say that your capital city has become so bad that you only rely on harsh words."

"I'm the one who trampled the horse!" Qin Sijun's face had long been as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he was extremely angry.

Qiao Nian blocked him behind her, as if she didn't notice the whispering discussions around her and the mocking eyes that fell on them.

"What are we betting on?"

"What?"

The girl looked at him with dark eyes, and even raised her red lips nonchalantly, with a rather lazy arc. She looked very cold when she stood there: "You said so much, if you lose to us next time, you will do it for yourself. I apologize for what I just said, and I won’t participate in any international competitions for three years. How about that?”

Three years…

This time is neither long nor short, enough for a person to fall into silence.

The short and fat man didn't expect that she would suddenly propose a bet. With so many people watching around him, and he was so confident in what he said, saying that he didn't want to bet at this time seemed like he couldn't afford it...

He stared at the girls with a gloomy expression: "What if you lose?"

"Look at you." Qiao Nian raised the corners of his mouth and lifted his peaked cap, revealing his overly eye-catching and beautiful face: "But we won't lose."

As soon as these words came out, the buzz around him became a little louder.

"Who is this person? Is he so crazy?"

"Li Xin's team is not weak, and has been ranked among the top three all year round. She offered to bet, and she will cry when she loses."

Qiao Nian didn't seem to hear these voices. She looked straight at the hesitant short and fat man, raised her chin slightly, and asked very casually, "Want to bet?"

Li Xin himself is considered a quarter of a Beijing native.

His grandfather came from Beijing, but later stayed outside all year round for various reasons, and married a local wife, leaving him with mixed race.