C7 Three Billion and Thirty Tons of Bets

"You're as stubborn as a mule," Lay sneered at Cello Everett. "If you can cough up three billion, I'll eat a ton of shit right here, today!"

Melinde shook her head from the sidelines.

She hadn't expected this from him.

Cello Everett, the kind of man who could effortlessly produce three billion.

It wasn't that such people didn't exist!

But Melinde was familiar with them, and Cello Everett was certainly not on that list.

Truth be told, even if Cello Everett had sought her help, she wouldn't have given it a second thought.

But his persistence was crossing the line.

It was downright ungentlemanly!

A look of disdain crossed Melinde's face.

Yet, considering Cello Everett had come to her rescue earlier that day, she was inclined to return the favor.

After this ordeal, though, they would be even.

The beauty consultant also looked troubled.

Cello Everett's confrontation with Lay had been satisfying, but three billion...

"Mr. Everett, let's not kid around."

"Hmm?" Cello Everett raised an eyebrow.

The beauty consultant whispered, "I appreciate you standing up for me."

"But Lay is a vicious man. There's a backdoor near the restroom; you should make a run for it!"

...

Cello Everett froze.

"What are you waiting for?" the beauty consultant urged. "Run!"

Instead, Cello Everett burst into laughter, startling everyone in the room.

"What's the matter, has the kid lost his mind?" Lay glared.

"Kid, don't think you can play the fool and get away with it..."

"So, you all think I'm just full of hot air?" Cello Everett said, ignoring Lay and scanning the room.

He didn't need their responses; he already knew the answer.

"Master, I believe in you!" Saitama yelled, his teeth gritted.

He understood the enormity of three billion, but his faith in Cello Everett was unwavering.

Cello Everett offered a slight smile. "That's all I need."

He turned to the beauty consultant. "For the record, I wasn't just trying to defend you. Don't flatter yourself."

Her face turned a deep shade of red at his words.

"Secondly, I really do want to purchase that property. Please proceed with the paperwork!"

With that, Cello Everett casually sank into the sofa.

The beautiful consultant trembled with rage, finally managing to spit out through clenched teeth, "Fine, from which bank does Mr. Everett plan to transfer the funds?"

"No transfer," Cello Everett said with a sly grin, "I'm paying in cash!"

Lay burst into raucous laughter. "You've got to be kidding me! Paying with three billion in cash is unheard of!"

"Do you even grasp the enormity of three billion?"

Even for a bank transfer, three billion would require advance notice and identity verification.

Three billion in cash? You'd need a fleet of trucks to haul that much!

"Kid, give it up," Lay sneered. "Just kneel down, give me three solid kowtows, call me Grandpa Li, and I'll spare you."

At those words, a glint appeared in Cello Everett's eyes.

"Did you just say," he began, "that if I produce three billion, you'll eat a ton of excrement?"

"What of it?" Lay laughed boisterously. "If you can cough up three billion in cash, I won't just eat a ton—I'll eat thirty!"

"Excellent!" Cello Everett said, turning to Melinde. "I'll need you to bear witness to this, if you don't mind."

Melinde was skeptical that Cello Everett could come up with three billion, but given that he had once saved her, she was inclined to help.

Lay's face fell. With Melinde as a witness, if he actually lost...

"No, it can't be."

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