Rebirth from the Ashes

“None left.” Shen Xi then turned around and said, “But I can borrow some from my brother.”

“It’s okay. It’s enough.” Song Wenye cleared her throat before turning to leave.

Although Song Wenye’s family was rich, the money was not hers. With no concept whatsoever of saving money, she would waste away the monthly living expenses given by her parents.

It was the same situation with her girlfriends in the class. Who would save for a rainy day when they did not even have enough to splurge? The money Song Wenye collected at the last minute was far from a million despite squeezing all of them dry.

“Oh, right. Don’t tell anyone about me giving you money.” Seeing that Song Wenye was about to leave, Shen Xi called out and advised her.

Shen Xi just wanted to stay away from trouble.

With that fact being called to mind, Song Wenye gazed at her with a complicated look on her face. She thought to herself, ‘I was freaking calm enough from getting shocked by the balance. The world would have known if I couldn’t pull myself together then!’

The besties in the same class had no idea what they were talking in secret about. Nevertheless, they would breathe a sigh of relief since Song Wenye had at least stopped looting them for cash.

Song Wenye finally got a hold of herself but it was Shen Xi’s turn to go crazy.

Almost everyone was present in class by the time the bell rang for the first period.

Standing on the podium, Shen Xi began to give a detailed analysis on the gambling platform and ratings of “The Smiling Nation”. Everyone was convinced by the speech that stood up to reason and held water.

Song Wenye was moved to tears to see the goddess full of mettle, confident, speaking with solid judgement, charming, and inspirational on the podium. She mumbled to herself, “She’s so awesome! I wouldn’t have bled them dry if I was equally as capable!’

With the international class completely persuaded, they were willing to give everything, including their lives without another word!

Shen Xi solemnly glanced at her classmates before speaking in a gruff voice, “This is all on a voluntary basis. Those who are happy to place bets, you can register with Lil Ye. I swear by my integrity that the winnings are yours to keep, as for the losses, I’ll cover them all.”

Pei Xu came in after the inspiring speech but that did not stop him from unsparingly waving his hand. “I’ll bet ten million. Make a record of that and I’ll wire the money later.”

Shen Xi took a glance at him, wondering if Pei Xu knew what he was getting into before splurging ten million. A true spender he was indeed!

She briefed Pei Xu on the rough idea about who was getting the winnings and losses.

Nodding, Pei Xu turned to Song Wenye. “I’ll add another ten million.”

“OK!” Song Wenye was walking on air as she kept her eye on the numbers soaring to tens of millions. This was something else! There was no one she would bow down to, except Lil Xixi!

Truth be told, she only placed the bet out of spite. She was determined to get a one-up even though she knew the chances were slim to none for the ratings to shoot up past 10%.

Nonetheless, Xixi was able to stir everyone up, turning the impossible to a hundred percent achievable. It was a waste of talent if she did not venture into marketing.

The students of the international class were loaded. Millions might be out of the question, but they could afford several tens of thousands to invest.

Song Wenye told Shen Xi the final number, which totaled to thirty two million five hundred and four thousand. Pei Xu contributed twenty million, Shen Xi, five million; and herself at five million. The remaining money was pooled together by the students of the international class.

Shen Xi drew some calculations and estimated that thirty two million five hundred and four thousand at the odds of 1:100 would amount to over three billion. Of course, she ought to bleed the Su family dry and make them pay.