When Chen Ping said this, Chen An nearly dropped to his knees before him.
Originally, he had planned to hurry off to his other duties after explaining the competition rules. As the Xishui Alliance's chief preliminary judge and venue manager, he had work to do; he could not stay here keeping them company forever.
But after hearing what Chen Ping had just said, he practically wished he could become Chen Ping's dog on the spot. How could he still spare a thought for his responsibilities as venue manager?
With an initial stake of five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, a winning bet would bring in five million. Even a ten-percent cut would give him a full five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins-the price of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone!
If he spent it a little frugally, he might even be able to assemble most of a set of Thousand-Year Soul Bones, perhaps even a complete set. In that case, even if absorbing each Soul Bone only raised him one level, he could still gain five or six levels!
Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins-that was a sum that might take this manager, who looked so swaggering and imposing in public, an entire lifetime of hard work to save. And now, that money was practically his for the taking!
All he needed was for twice his age of forty-seven-ninety-four-to truly be his lucky number, and that five hundred thousand would be within easy reach.
"Yes, yes, please sit, both of you. Please sit. I'll go right away."
At this point, Chen An wanted this bet to win even more than Chen Ping did. Chen Ping had said that even if this bet lost, at worst, they could simply try again next time.
But the crucial question was whether he would