Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Setting the Punishment for the Competition
In his state of panic, Lan Xinru cheerfully revealed the answer: "Since it’s a competition, it naturally needs to be exciting. How about this, tonight, to make sure everyone has a good time, we won’t be punishing anyone with drinking. After all, getting drunk means suffering for others."
Her proposal quickly received numerous agreements.
Satisfied, she continued with a lifted corner of her mouth: "How about the team that loses each round has one person do a hundred push-ups on the spot?"
Zuo Qingfeng, Lin Mubai, and Yu Wenhao immediately cast fierce glances at a certain oblivious woman.
What is this? It’s clearly targeted at them. Not willing to see their own women suffer, they realized it would end up being them who suffered. After feeling annoyed, their faces flashed with determination to win at all costs.
More importantly, they couldn’t afford to lose face in front of women. The thing men fear most is being seen as weak—there’s too much at stake in that statement; no one wants it hovering over them.
In fact, the three were mistaken in their apprehension. Lan Xinru wasn’t targeting them at all; she didn’t even consider that aspect. She was solely targeting Zhao Tianchen, swearing to make that bastard leave horizontally tonight.
As for why she won’t be punished, she has her own methods. If necessary, she wouldn’t mind solving it with some force; if he refuses to concede, he just needs to beat her.
With Lan Xinru’s scheme, the group arrived at Champs Elysees’ billiards room on the first floor. This place was anything but ordinary, not least given its spectacular tropical rainforest-themed decoration, which was absolutely breathtaking. Tall trees, large aquariums filled with tropical fish, and even native African huts.
As they walked into the room, Lan Xinxixi exclaimed in awe: "Wow wow wow, the style has changed! It’s now tropical Africa-themed! Could the owner’s ideas get any more bizarre?"
The Champs Elysees had another peculiar feature: its ever-changing style, which never seemed to repeat. It’s said that all the designs come from its mysterious owner, arousing even more curiosity among the guests.
Lan Xinxixi’s amazement unsurprisingly garnered agreement from everyone. Han Xiayang, always full of ideas, promptly suggested to his Boss, Young Master Lin: "Should we emulate this? I think the company’s style could use a change."
Imagining the serious company turning into something like this native style made him feel like laughing hysterically.
But he didn’t enjoy his triumph for long as Lin Mubai’s sharp glance quickly shut him down: "I think you need to change too. How about increasing the development intensity in our African market?"
Han Xiayang, who had been excited, instantly fell silent, his face and eyes full of silent pleas: "No, no, no! Just pretend I’m not here, I don’t exist."
Africa?
The land of roast pigs. Just thinking about it made Han Xiayang feel a chill.
Everyone in the group was well-traveled, so their awe lasted but a moment before they regained composure.
"Come on, come on, let’s PK, PK! For fairness, let’s decide by drawing lots." Han Xiayang cleverly shifted the topic.
The final draw determined that Lin Mubai, An Nan, and Yu Wenhao, Lan Xinxixi would start first.