"How about we raise the stakes? If I can produce a million, you have to eat an extra kilogram, and the million is yours. For every million I put up, you must eat that many kilograms. How about that?" After the bet had been set, Ye Feng stared at his opponent and raised another bet.
"A million? Are we talking American dollars?" Hearing Ye Feng's words, Ma Xiaoming found it very amusing and asked disdainfully.
In Ma Xiaoming's view, Ye Feng was just bluffing. Even though he clearly knew Ye Feng was referring to Huaxia currency, he still brought up American dollars to deflate Ye Feng's arrogance.
"American dollars work too; as long as you agree, it's fine." For Ye Feng, American dollars and Huaxia currency made no difference, so he agreed right away.
Getting the other party to eat more was worth the tens of millions of American dollars to Ye Feng. He simply didn't care. When you have money, you get to be capricious like that.
