98: Chapter 98 Let's Make a Bet

What they said wasn't entirely wrong. Guangcheng has a population of nearly twenty million, and the national rich list alone features 758 billionaires.

There are many wealthy people, and business covers all industries, encompassing everything imaginable.

Not all businesspeople subscribe to the theories of economics.

Besides, Chen Hao isn't the sun, nor is he a world-famous celebrity, and not every rich person needs to know him.

In the eyes of many tycoons, someone like Chen Hao, who profits from selling courses, is just one of the common masses—not worth knowing or going out of their way to befriend.

When the superiors are crooked, the subordinates follow suit; thus, the older generation's mindset subtly passes down to the next.

Eighty percent of these Second Generation Rich kids in the coffee shop did not approve of Chen Hao.

To pull out money just after a few words and invest without hesitation—the stereotype of 'silly people with too much money' simply doesn't exist in reality. On the contrary, the wealthier they are, the more cautious they become about investment.

Before they figure out a person's background, isn't the money in their pockets better spent on food, drink, gambling, and women?

Spending it on anyone is better than wasting it on a swindler.

Voices of doubt rose everywhere. Eighty percent of the Second Generation Rich were chattering, making the already chaotic scene even more disorderly.

Sun Nana excelled at playing when the odds were in her favor, but facing such an uphill battle, she felt helpless. She kept looking at Chen Hao, hoping he would quickly resolve the situation, otherwise, a good start would collapse under the weight of skepticism.

Chen Hao was neither anxious nor annoyed. He waited until the doubts reached their peak and Chai Fang, who led the troublemakers, decided to leave by dusting off his backside.

"Let's go, what a waste of time!"

Chen Hao said lightly.

"How about a bet?"

That single sentence instantly silenced the noisy Second Generation Rich.

Although Chen Hao wasn't a Second Generation Rich himself, he understood their psychology very well.

They were idle all day, bored out of their minds, and almost nothing could capture their interest.

Unless it was sufficiently exciting.

Making a bet was actually a very good strategy.

If he proposed a bet and they didn't dare accept, it meant they were admitting defeat. If they dared to accept, they would fall into Chen Hao's trap and be led around by the nose.

Furthermore, regarding the outcome: if he won the bet, his capabilities would be proven. If he lost, he would merely lose trust and return to square one, which was harmless.

As expected, Chai Fang showed a flicker of interest.

"How do you want to bet?"

Chen Hao said confidently.

"I study how to do business and make money. I have dabbled in and researched every industry."

"If you don't believe me, it's just because you haven't seen the results. Proving it to you is easy."

"Pick any industry out of the three hundred and sixty trades, or choose a random shop. I will use one plan to multiply that shop's turnover several times over. You just watch the result—whether I can do it or not is all that matters."

The Second Generation Rich exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

"Interesting."

"We can play along with him."

"Wait, what if he hires shills to inflate the performance?"

"We all have eyes on him, no need to worry."

After a large group of Second Generation Rich chatted and debated for a long time, Chai Fang finally stepped forward.

"Any industry at all?"

Chen Hao met his gaze confidently.

"As long as it doesn't involve breaking the law, any industry is fine."

"Let's bet against him. We really want to see if he can actually deliver on his word."

Chai Fang actually had an idea in mind.

He was a Second Generation Demolition beneficiary, owning many properties, and his only daily task was collecting rent.

Among the shops where he collected rent, there was a noodle shop whose owner was a woman so beautiful she could topple nations—exactly his type.

Through secret observation, this shop rarely had customers and was consistently losing money.

A few days ago, a notice for subletting the noodle shop was posted, meaning she was about to go under.

Once someone else took over, the woman Chai Fang liked would disappear, and the two would never interact again.

Chai Fang didn't want to lose this Beautiful Boss Lady as a tenant. He wanted to use this opportunity to first test Chen Hao's abilities, and second, if he succeeded, the Beautiful Boss Lady's noodle shop would make money, allowing her to renew the lease, right?

Then he could continue to see her.

"Fine, I'll bet with you!"

After sitting down, Chai Fang stated the address of the noodle shop and mentioned its losses.

"As long as you can save this noodle shop that is about to close and allow her to renew the lease, I will admit you have ability and agree to partner with you in business."

Chen Hao smiled faintly, not caring about his ulterior motive.

"It's almost lunchtime. I'll go to the noodle shop for on-site inspection, and we can see the results tonight."

"It's a deal."

"We shall wait and see."

Just like that, Chen Hao and Sun Nana drove, following the navigation, winding their way to the noodle shop.

Because the Second Generation Rich were very curious, at Chai Fang's invitation, they all went to the vicinity to observe secretly, and Young Master Xiao even set up a betting pool.

They bet on whether Chen Hao could keep his word.

The odds were 1 to 1, and the Second Generation Rich eagerly participated, wagering up to a million yuan, all watching secretly out of curiosity.

Chen Hao and Sun Nana entered the noodle shop, each ordered a bowl of noodles, and while eating, they began analyzing the situation in a division of labor.

First, the shop's geographical location was terrible—it was situated inside a residential complex, similar to Zhang Menglu's stocking store.

Second, the noodle shop's decoration style was also very ordinary. There were 24 booth seats, each accommodating 4 to 6 people.

Assuming no table turnover and all seats filled, they could sell 144 bowls during peak meal times. At an average price of 18 yuan per bowl, adding a bottle of water to round it up, the average consumption was set at 20 yuan. During the two peak hours of lunch and dinner, the maximum daily revenue could reach 5,760 yuan.

After deducting labor and material costs, the maximum daily net profit was around 3,000 yuan.

While Chen Hao and Sun Nana were eating, they were the only customers, resulting in a profit of only 36 yuan.

Sun Nana said doubtfully.

"To achieve a shocking result, we need at least two table turnovers to reach a daily revenue of ten thousand yuan, so it's very difficult."

Chen Hao tapped Sun Nana's head.

"What did I teach you? Where there's a will, there's a way. Have you forgotten?"

Sun Nana pouted.

"In any case, I can't do it. Show me how you'll do it."

Chen Hao suddenly raised his hand and waved.

"Boss Lady, check, please!"

A great beauty emerged from the kitchen. Before she even fully appeared, Chen Hao immediately received a system notification.

"Ding"

"Detected a 9.5-rated supreme goddess."

"Current Status: On the verge of collapse."

"Capture Difficulty: Hell Level."

"Whoa!"

When Chen Hao saw the beautiful boss emerge, his eyes widened.

No wonder Chai Fang, the Second Generation Demolition beneficiary, took a liking to her. Could this be his secret crush goddess?

However, the Hell Level difficulty made Chen Hao hesitate.

Because of Chen Hao's overly strong reaction, Sun Nana also turned back curiously and was stunned.

She was indeed very beautiful.