"A bet?" Wang Chengen discovered he couldn't move his body, but he refused to lose his momentum just like that.
"If I become a young elder of the Commerce Association, you will slap yourself in the face and apologize to my master," Bai Ruozhu said unapologetically. People like Wang Chengen needed a good face-slapping, that way they wouldn't dare to speak so rudely.
Wang Chengen showed a disdainful expression, "And if you don't become a young elder, does Lin Zhenghui need to slap himself and apologize to me?"
Bai Ruozhu, unhappy, stepped forward and kicked his leg, "This is our wager, don't drag my master into it."
However, Lin Zhenghui said, "Fine, I'll take the bet. I agree to the stake, as long as you don't lose and deny it. The last time you lost to me, you played dirty tricks, everyone in the Northwest Commerce Association knows it."
