Chapter 1

"Damn it, I really did time travel!"

Yang Huan sat on the leather sofa in the bar, staring blankly at the large TV screen in front of him.

The screen was broadcasting a soccer match.

From the commentary of the CCTV announcer, he realized it was the 2010 South Africa World Cup final, the match between Spain and the Netherlands. The regular 90 minutes of playtime were almost over, and the score was still 0-0.

This made Yang Huan's heart beat very fast, as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

About two minutes ago, he was watching the 2014 Brazil World Cup semi-final in the bar, where the host country Brazil was playing against Germany.

He was a die-hard Brazil fan and had bet 3,000 yuan on Brazil's victory. However, Brazil's defeat was catastrophic, losing everything, including their dignity, in front of their home fans. This also cost Yang Huan a month's salary.

The shock of the loss made him drink until he was completely drunk, cursing Brazil for playing a fixed match and for having so many stars but not living up to expectations. Eventually, his curses turned to the Chinese national team, which he hated for not being good enough.

Drunk and exhausted from cursing, he passed out.

But just as he closed his eyes, he heard deafening cheers around him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in 2010.

Based on his remaining memories, the person he had possessed was also named Yang Huan, but unlike the loser he was before, this Yang Huan was a genuine rich second generation, incredibly wealthy, with a lifestyle that was the epitome of luxury.

This was the most upscale bar in Longhai City, the most famous place for extravagant spending, with a minimum per capita consumption of over ten thousand yuan.

In his previous life, Yang Huan could never have imagined such a place, but in this life, he almost treated it like his home.

In his previous life, he worked hard and earned only about 3,000 yuan a month, but in this life, he was a genuine playboy, and spending 30,000 yuan a day was considered frugal.

Just a moment ago, he lost five million yuan in a bet, wagering that Spain would win within 90 minutes.

But now, the score was still 0-0.

"Is there anything more bizarre and absurd than this?"

Yang Huan casually picked up an open bottle of Hennessy from the table and gulped it down in large mouthfuls.

He wanted to feel the thrill, believing that alcohol would help him better accept what had just happened to him.

"Master Huan, don't drink anymore, you'll get into trouble," a young girl who had been sitting beside him all night finally spoke, reaching out to stop him and forcibly taking the Hennessy from his hand. But by then, more than half the bottle had already gone down his throat.

The girl was extremely beautiful, sitting on the leather sofa in the private room, her height was hard to gauge, but she had a nearly perfect, delicate face.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and the slightly open collar of her white shirt revealed a charming clavicle. Below that, her full chest and slender waist formed a flawless, alluring figure.

But these were not her most captivating features. She exuded a delicate and weak charm that made every man want to protect her, and she had an elegant, scholarly aura that one would expect from a top university student, not a bar hostess.

Everyone in Longhai City knew that the women at Lan Gui Fang were divided into three categories: A, B, and C, each with ten levels. A1 was the best and most expensive, while C10 was the worst and cheapest. Even C10 women were rare beauties, and A1 women were even more exceptional.

But this girl had no classification tag because she was the most special.

She was a top student and the campus beauty at Longhai University, one of the best in the country.

With the highest education and coming from a prestigious university, combined with her stunning beauty, she became the first and only A+ level beauty in Lan Gui Fang's history.

Even though Yang Huan was a long-term big spender at the bar, he still had to pay five million yuan to get her virginity.

"Leave me alone!" Yang Huan snatched the Hennessy back from the girl and continued drinking.

If it were any other time, Yang Huan would have listened to such a beautiful girl's gentle advice, but now he was extremely agitated. He had no mood to appreciate her beauty or even to talk. All he wanted was to drink, to drink more!

Zhang Ning looked at Yang Huan, sighing helplessly.

Every girl has many beautiful fantasies about her first night. If not for dire circumstances, she would never have sold her virginity. Even so, the lecherous looks of those middle-aged men, who seemed ready to tear off her clothes and ravage her, made her feel terrified and horrified.

At that moment, she even thought that if those men had won her virginity, it would have been a nightmare, and she had decided that after tonight, she would not want to live anymore.

But no one expected Yang Huan to suddenly step in and outbid everyone, securing her virginity. This made her feel a bit better.

At least, compared to those old men, Yang Huan was young, only 20 years old, and very handsome.

But now, seeing Yang Huan drink like this, she felt both heartache and helplessness.

At that moment, the final whistle of the match sounded, signaling the end of the 90 minutes. Yang Huan had finished the bottle of Hennessy, but he showed no signs of being drunk.

The most painful thing is to drink to forget your sorrows, but to remain sober even after finishing the bottle.

Someone knocked lightly on the door of the private room, and a bald man in his forties walked in.

He wore a fawning smile, and as soon as he entered, he saw Yang Huan finish the entire bottle of Hennessy and immediately clapped and praised, "Master Huan is truly extraordinary, finishing a whole bottle of Hennessy without breaking a sweat. I admire you, I truly do!"

Yang Huan looked up at the man. His memory told him that this man was Liu Mingwei, a well-known tycoon in Longhai City, influential in both the legal and illegal circles. During the World Cup, he had organized illegal betting and had made at least ten million yuan from Yang Huan.

Liu Mingwei closed the door and walked over, his gaze first falling on the stunning beauty, Zhang Ning, who was sitting beside Yang Huan. He was also stunned by her beauty when he first saw her, but since the bidders were his important clients, he had to let her go for business reasons, though he couldn't help but feast his eyes on her.

Zhang Ning felt the intense, predatory gaze of Liu Mingwei and couldn't help but move closer to Yang Huan.

At least, Yang Huan's gaze didn't make her feel afraid.

"Master Huan, the score is 0-0 after 90 minutes. Thank you for the five million yuan!" Liu Mingwei was clearly there to collect the debt.

Yang Huan didn't like the man's tone or his expression, which he found too fake and hypocritical.

More importantly, he was in a very bad mood, a very bad mood.

"Mr. Liu, five million yuan is not a big deal to me. Is it necessary to come and collect it in person?" Yang Huan was already agitated, and this just made it worse.

Liu Mingwei laughed, "Of course, I know that Master Huan wouldn't care about a mere five million yuan. After all, you just spent five million on this beautiful lady..." He sent a teasing glance at Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

She had always been an excellent student, virtuous and self-respecting, but now she had chosen to fall, to be mocked. Hearing Liu Mingwei's words, she was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to bang her head against the wall and die.

"Of course, everyone in Longhai City knows the power of the Yang family. Five million yuan, or even fifty million, wouldn't be a big deal. But we have our rules, cash on the spot, no regrets."

In the end, it was still about collecting the debt, but Liu Mingwei put it more politely.

In Yang Huan's view, if he couldn't come up with five million yuan or didn't have a wealthy family background, Liu Mingwei wouldn't be so polite to him.

Yang Huan searched his memory and knew that he still had money in his account. He took out his phone, entered the mobile banking app, and used his ID birthday as the password. After entering it, he found that he still had nearly 20 million yuan in his account.

Eight digits, which was quite shocking to Yang Huan.

In his previous life, he had never seen so much money, but now...

He was a bit stunned.

"If Master Huan is having trouble, I can help, but you'll need to sign an IOU," Liu Mingwei thought Yang Huan's account might not have enough money and found it amusing that this playboy would pretend to be a big shot without money. It was like a pig's nose with a big onion, pretending to be an elephant!

"Or, you could use her to pay off the debt, but I don't have the courage to pay five million yuan for a night!" Liu Mingwei couldn't resist looking at Zhang Ning again, finding her more and more beautiful, so stunning that all his mistresses combined couldn't match her.

In Liu Mingwei's view, everything had a price. Although he liked beautiful women, he couldn't bring himself to spend five million yuan for one night.

Zhang Ning's face turned pale. Although she had to sell herself, she never wanted to be treated like a commodity, especially her most cherished virginity.

But in this situation, she had no say and could only look at Yang Huan with misty eyes.

Yang Huan was still a bit stunned by the amount in his account, but after hearing Liu Mingwei's words, he realized that Liu Mingwei was deliberately trying to embarrass him. Whether it was signing an IOU or selling Zhang Ning's virginity at a lower price, it would ruin Yang Huan's reputation in Longhai City's high society.

"What's your account number?" Yang Huan looked at Liu Mingwei calmly, gently holding Zhang Ning's hand, which was soft and sweaty.

Liu Mingwei was a bit surprised, sensing that this Yang Huan seemed different, but he couldn't pinpoint how. He immediately gave the account number, "ICBC, Liu Mingwei."

Within 30 seconds, he received a bank notification that five million yuan had been transferred to his account.

"Thank you, Master Huan!" Liu Mingwei thanked him with a forced smile, feeling a bit disappointed. He still coveted Zhang Ning's beauty, "As they say, there's no such thing as a sure bet. The 90 minutes are over, but there's still extra time. I'll open the betting. Do you want to play?"

"How do we play?"

"Any way you like, you can bet against me!" Liu Mingwei smiled.

In Liu Mingwei's memory, Yang Huan was a fake soccer fan who only followed the trend. He didn't understand soccer at all and had even boasted about buying the Chinese national team and leading them to the World Cup.

Facing such a so-called "genius fan," Liu Mingwei felt no pressure at all.

Yang Huan looked at the TV screen and then at Liu Mingwei's annoying smile. He took out his phone.

"I still have over ten million yuan in this account. I'll bet all of it."

Yang Huan pointed to the upcoming extra time on the TV screen, "I bet that Spain will score the only goal of the match in the 115th to 116th minute of extra time, with Iniesta receiving a pass from Fabregas and scoring with his right foot."

"Mr. Liu, I'm willing to bet. Are you willing to take it?"

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