Rebirth: Making money is a million times easier than falling in love

Chapter 10: I'm aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University, how can I have time to play billiards

He slowly walked to the table and slowly bent down to aim.

Lin Qi's slow and deliberate movements made Hai Ge scratch his head in frustration, almost jumping up and down with impatience.

"Can you hurry up? You're taking so long to aim every time!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qi paused, his hand, which was about to strike the ball, then picked up the club again and started dusting it with club powder.

One moment, one moment,

He kept rubbing against Hai Ge until veins bulged on his forehead before finally speaking calmly, "What's the rush? Can't you handle losing?"

"Losing...? I lost... damn it... ha!"

Hai Ge was so angry he almost had a heart attack and could barely speak.

Lin Qi didn't take it seriously. He put the gun powder aside, slowly bent down again, aimed for a long time, and then kicked the ball out.

His performance remained terrifyingly consistent; he won the game without any suspense, one shot after another.

As the black 8 ball fell into the bottom hole, Hai Ge's hand gripping the cue stick turned white.

"See?"

Lin Qi shrugged: "I already told you, you can't beat me."

"fart!"

Hai Ge was so angry his chest heaved like a bellows: "I didn't even fight! How can I say I can't beat you? Let's play another round!"

"Stop hitting him."

Lin Qi looked at him with pity: "First, calculate how much money you lost to me!"

"Three thousand two in total!"

Zhang Haozhe, who was standing nearby, gave the answer: "I lost 100 in the first round, 100 in the second round, 200 in the third round, 400 in the fourth round, 800 in the fifth round, and 1600 in the last round. That makes a total of 3200!"

Upon hearing this number, Hai Ge felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and the blood rushing to his head quickly cooled down.

How could he have lost so much?

In the past few days, the money he won from that kid Zhang Haozhe was only a little over three thousand yuan.

Did this kid win it back in just a few moves?

"How much do you owe him in total?" Lin Qi asked Zhang Haozhe.

"Less than three thousand six hundred!"

Zhang Haozhe was overjoyed and extremely excited.

Before Lin Qi arrived, he was still worried about the debt of more than three thousand yuan, fantasizing about winning a few rounds against Hai Ge and clearing part of the debt.

When Lin Qi arrived, he cleared out 3,200 for him in just six balls!

"I can pay back the rest myself. Let's go! It's time to go back to school."

He winked at Lin Qi, signaling him to know when to stop.

"Alright then."

Lin Qi knew that a debt of a few hundred yuan was not a big problem for Zhang Haozhe.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that they were about to leave, Hai Ge, who was on the other side of the pool table, spoke up coldly: "The game isn't over yet, why are you leaving?"

"Why aren't you done playing? Haven't you lost enough yet?"

Lin Qi looked him over with interest: "Or are you trying to force me to play with you? There doesn't seem to be a rule about forcing people to buy or sell here, does there?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the fat man guarding the door.

That fat guy works for the billiard hall owner.

The owner who can run such a large billiards hall in the city and even dare to open private rooms is someone that a thug like Brother Hai can't afford to mess with.

Seeing the fat man at the door give him a warning look, Hai Ge gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out a bulging wallet from his pocket, took out a wad of money, and slammed it on the pool table.

"I don't want the money Zhang Haozhe owes me! Here's all the money I have! Play one more round with me! If you win, all this money is yours!"

He stared intently at Lin Qi: "Do you dare?"

"Brother Hai!"

The blond-haired guy behind him panicked and quickly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Don't argue with a student, it's not worth it..."

Some of that stack of money belonged to him.

But Hai Ge was beyond furious and wouldn't listen to anything else, only staring at Lin Qi and demanding, "Dare you? Give me a straight answer!"

Seeing Hai Ge's bloodshot eyes, Lin Qi glanced at the money on the table and smirked, "All in? You really think you can beat me that badly?"

"I'm asking you, do you dare?"

Hai Ge clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the table.

Since he was so enthusiastic, Lin Qi was naturally happy to make another profit.

"Alright! Let's play one more round!"

Lynch returned to the table and picked up the clubs.

"Wait a moment!"

Hai slammed his hand on the wad of cash, glaring fiercely at Lin Qi: "This time, I'll break the ball!"

Seeing his desperate stance, Lin Qi smiled and raised his hand to indicate, "Okay, you can drive."

Upon hearing this, the color drained from Hai Ge's flushed face.

He picked up his club and went to the tee box.

He leaned over, staring intently at the cue ball, gritting his teeth and trying to focus all his attention on what was in front of him.

In this game, he not only gambled all the money he had, but also his reputation and dignity.

If he loses this round too, he'll really lose face in this industry.

He took a deep breath, set up his cue, and steadily hit the cue ball.

The cue ball accurately hit the target ball's position, the ball pile scattered, and three balls went into the hole, two of which were solid-colored balls.

Despite the advantageous start, he felt no joy, only tension and heaviness.

He knew he absolutely could not afford to make a mistake.

Otherwise, if the opponent gets a chance, that kid will definitely clear the table in one go.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

One solid-colored ball after another was shot into the hole by him.

Soon, only the black 8 ball remained as the target ball on the table.

Coincidentally, the positions where the cue ball and the black 8 ball landed this time were almost exactly the same as in the third game.

Looking at the familiar situation, Hai Ge felt as if his heart had been clenched.

Why is it this spot again?

It's a ghost!

This time, we can't let it be like that last time, where we got knocked out right at the door.

He bent down, set up the pole, and aimed.

The heating was almost turned off in early spring, and the temperature in the private room wasn't very high, but he was sweating profusely and had to lift his sleeve to wipe it off.

"Go Hai Ge!"

The blond-haired man nervously encouraged them from behind, his hand so tightly that he almost deformed the lighter in his hand.

Staring intently at Black Eight, Hai Ge took a deep breath, then held it, his right hand clenching slightly.

Add a little bit of levorotatory rotation, but not too much...

This is it, right here!

Swish!

He suddenly struck the ball.

However, just as he struck the ball, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and slid into his eye.

He blinked unconsciously.

Then he heard a strange sound.

Sizzle! Pop!

Finished!

It's gone off!

He suddenly stood up, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, and just stared at the cue ball rolling towards the black 8.

Under his desperate gaze, the cue ball passed the black 8, hit the side cushion, and then bounced to hit the 12-colored ball behind it.

foul!

Possession of the ball is transferred.

"Holy crap! This actually works?!"

The blond-haired guy behind him cursed and slammed the lighter in his hand to the ground, then glared resentfully at Hai Ge.

How could you make such a basic mistake?

Is this still the Hai Ge he knows?

But Hai Ge didn't notice the resentful look in his eyes.

At this moment, Hai Ge seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly as Lin Qi picked up the cue stick, came to the table, and shot all the remaining balls into the hole one by one.

With each goal Lin Qi scored, Hai Ge's face paled a little more.

After Lynch sank the last black 8, his face was almost bloodless.

He slowly walked up to Hai Ge's side and picked up the wad of money.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the private room, Lin Qi stuffed the money into his pocket.

"I'm gone."

He came to An Xin's side, picked up her schoolbag, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Wait a moment!"

Hai Ge suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream and called out to him.

"What? You still have money?"

Lin Qi stopped and looked at him with a half-smile.

Hai Ge patted his pockets, his face turning pale.

But he strained to raise his head, stared at Lin Qi, and said, word by word, "Tomorrow, still here. Bring whatever money you have. It's a life-or-death situation. Do you dare?"

"ha!"

Lin Qi was amused by his comment about a life-or-death situation.

"What's wrong? Got scared?"

Hai clenched his fist.

"Just play a couple of simple rounds."

Lin Qi pinched the front of his school uniform and pointed to the school badge of the city's No. 1 High School: "I'm aiming for Tsinghua or Peking University, I don't have time to play billiards with you every day."

These words struck Hai Ge like a thunderbolt.

In an instant, he felt a buzzing in his mind, but his clenched fist slowly loosened.

Looking at Lin Qi's school uniform, he suddenly realized that he looked like a clown.

A strong sense of inferiority made him, who hadn't even graduated from junior high school, wish he could disappear into the ground.

"I'm gone."

Lin Qi handed An Xin's schoolbag to Zhang Haozhe.

He glanced at Ma Chao leaning against the windowsill out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly strode over to him.

Ma Chao leaned against the windowsill, staring blankly at the distraught Hai Ge.

He was somewhat bewildered by everything that was happening before his eyes.

What's going on here?

When did Lin Qi learn to play billiards? And he even beat up Hai Ge?

They've been busy these past few days, and not only did they lose back the money they got from Zhang Haozhe in no time, but...

Lin Qi won all the money in Hai Ge's pocket.

He got a share in that too!

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

Looking at Lin Qi in front of him, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Qi gave him a deep look, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it to him, and chuckled, "Let's go, Brother Chao."

Ma Chao took the money blankly, becoming even more confused.

What did Lynch want the money for?

As he watched Lin Qi and the others leave the private room, he looked away, only to meet Hai Ge's murderous gaze.

Suddenly, a bad feeling arose in his heart.

"What does he need the money for?"

"I don't know either?"

"Were you all in cahoots?"

"No! It has nothing to do with me... Hey? Don't hit me... Ouch!"