Early the next morning, someone knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock~
"Who is it?"
"Hello, is this Student Ye Qingzhou?"
Ye Qingzhou opened the door and saw that the person looking for him was an old man over sixty years old, carrying a suitcase. He was dressed very appropriately, but the smile on his face gave off a sense of insincerity and pretentiousness.
"Who are you?"
"May I come in to talk?"
Ye Qingzhou let the old man into the room, picked up a cup of tea to drink himself, not bothering to pour for the other person: "State your purpose, make it simple, don't waste my time."
"Good, I appreciate straightforward people like you, Student Ye."
The old man then placed the suitcase on the coffee table, unlocked it, revealing a large amount of cash inside, and made his request: "Here is two million. In the next match, I want you to lose."
Ye Qingzhou glanced at the money in the suitcase and chuckled softly: "I like your money, but your words make me displeased."
