Chapter 27: A High-Stakes Gamble

Hearing Jiang Hao’s words, Zhou Chen let out a cold laugh, and Pan Yixuan burst into laughter.
“You meddle far too much, Jiang Hao!” Pan Yixuan said in a sinister tone.
Zhou Chen raised his chin arrogantly, cast a glance at Jiang Hao, and said icily, “How I deal with my company’s employees is my right as sales manager. What are you, an outsider, fussing about? Are you the president of Earth or the ruler of the Milky Way, to be so overbearing?”
Yet, as soon as the two finished speaking, murmurs of discussion rippled through the crowd.
“That Manager Zhou is really out of line, isn’t he?”
“What’s going on here? How did things get so heated with a customer?”
“Is this the attitude of the sales department at Zhao Group Real Estate?”
The clients in the hall weren’t just whispering; some who hadn’t firmly decided to buy a home shook their heads at the scene and started walking toward the exit, prepared to leave.
Just moments ago, at least twenty or thirty clients were viewing properties and listening to sales presentations, but now, a third of them left all at once!
Seeing this, Zhou Chen grew uneasy.
After all, he was the sales manager. If his quarrel with Jiang Hao caused a negative impact and led to a sharp fall in performance, he’d certainly be held accountable!
With this in mind, Zhou Chen dared not hesitate. He hurriedly spread his arms and shouted to the hall, “Everyone! Don’t misunderstand. This man called Jiang Hao didn’t come here to view or buy property. He’s a broke loser who can’t afford a house—he’s just here to stir up trouble! Don’t let him mislead you…”
Zhou Chen’s words had some effect.
The customers heading toward the door paused, looking back in confusion.
Pan Yixuan didn’t want Zhou Chen to be in too much trouble. Although he never truly considered Zhou Chen a friend, Zhou Chen was his confidant, planted in Zhao Group Real Estate—a spy within the Zhao family.
If Zhou Chen messed up and got kicked out by the Zhao family, he’d lose all value, and Pan Yixuan’s investment in him would be wasted.
“Everyone, this man is Jiang Hao—the son-in-law of the Su family. Who doesn’t know he’s tightly watched by them, with barely a dime to his name? How could he possibly buy a house here? He’s just here to cause trouble, deliberately urging you all to leave. Don’t fall for his tricks!”
Pan Yixuan shouted as well, trying to help Zhou Chen win back the clients.
But at that moment, Jiang Hao’s steady, confident voice suddenly rang through the hall.

“I can’t afford a house? Ridiculous. What makes you think I can’t afford one? If I can buy a house today, what have you got to say?”
At these words, Zhou Chen and Pan Yixuan both shot furious looks at Jiang Hao.
“Jiang Hao, just what are you trying to do?”
Pan Yixuan demanded angrily.
“What am I trying to do? I just came here to view and buy a house, yet from the start you’ve been against me, mocking me, belittling me, trying to throw me out! So it’s me who should be asking you—what exactly are you trying to do?”
Jiang Hao retorted sharply, without a trace of politeness.
He seldom lost his temper, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t.
At that moment, his powerful shout made the glass counters in the sales center vibrate.
Everyone in the hall, including Zhou Chen and Pan Yixuan standing before him, was stunned into silence.
Jiang Hao drew a breath and continued, “Pan Yixuan, I’ve already decided to divorce Su Qing. From now on, how you pursue her is none of my concern, so I won’t keep fighting with you. But you’ve gone too far, clinging like an expired, foul-smelling piece of dogskin plaster!”
“Today, I’m going to crush your arrogance and show you that Jiang Hao is not someone to be trifled with!”
“Pan Yixuan, do you dare gamble with me? If I have the means to buy a house, if I really purchase a property here, you’ll kneel and kowtow to me three times. Do you dare make such a bet?”
As soon as Jiang Hao finished speaking, the hall fell silent.
A dead hush—no one dared utter a word.
After dozens of seconds, Pan Yixuan feigned disdain and replied, “Jiang Hao, what are you trying to prove? Buying an ordinary property proves nothing!”
“Who told you I’d buy only an ordinary property? What if I intend to buy the most expensive house here?” Jiang Hao retorted coldly.
Pan Yixuan sized up Jiang Hao from head to toe and then said, “You? Buying the most expensive house here? Do you know how much it costs? Jiang Hao, don’t bluff so much that you can’t back it up in the end!”
“That’s none of your concern. Just tell me—do you dare make the bet or not?”
Jiang Hao’s tone brooked no argument; his resolve was absolute.

Seeing Jiang Hao’s unwavering attitude, Pan Yixuan grew uncertain, unable to answer immediately.
At that moment, Zhou Chen beckoned to the female sales agent, Xiao Li, called her over, and asked in a lowered voice, “Didn’t Jiang Hao just view properties with you? What kind of house was he looking at?”
Xiao Li didn’t want to answer, but Zhou Chen was her superior, so she had no choice. “Manager Zhou, Mr. Jiang was looking at a unit in an ordinary residential complex, valued at less than two million, and from his demeanor, he didn’t seem serious—he was hesitant…”
Zhou Chen burst out laughing.
A unit worth less than two million, and he hesitated, unable to make up his mind.
How could he possibly claim he would buy the most expensive property here?
Zhou Chen cast a mocking glance at Jiang Hao, then leaned close to Pan Yixuan and sneered, “Young Master Pan, listen—this guy can’t even decide on a unit under two million. Clearly, he has no money—he’s just a broke loser bluffing to scare you!”
With Zhou Chen’s words, Pan Yixuan regained his confidence.
He nodded at Zhou Chen and gave him an approving look.
Then, acting magnanimous, he said to Jiang Hao, “Fine! I accept your bet. If you can purchase the most expensive house currently available at the Zhao Group Realty sales center, I, Young Master Pan, will kneel and kowtow to you three times in front of everyone. But if you’re all talk and can’t buy it in the end, then you’ll kneel and kowtow to me. Agreed?”
“No problem!”
Jiang Hao agreed without hesitation.
This was a high-stakes gamble.
Yet, it was a gamble without suspense.
Jiang Hao would win, without question.
Because quietly resting in his bank card was fifty million yuan.