Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1125: 1100: This Kid Is a Bit Arrogant

Xiaoxiao adored the Monchhichi zodiac collection, which featured twelve signs altogether. Ye Chen had already claimed one, so eleven were left to snag.

Grinning, Ye Chen declared, “Alright, I’ll snag the remaining eleven for you today, giving you the full set.”

The onlookers believed Ye Chen’s prior success came from sheer luck. His cocky declaration prompted laughter from one spectator.

“Pure luck, yet spouting such boasts.”

“Right, don’t get too cocky.”

“This guy’s a tad too brazen.”

Ye Chen glanced at the group and shot back, “Whether I snag the toy or not is none of your concern. Quit chattering.”

This retort fully enraged those who harbored disdain for Ye Chen.

“Brat, dare to wager with me?” the short-haired guy challenged.

Ye Chen replied coolly, “No time for your games.”

Ye Chen never paid heed to others’ opinions. To him, such folks were mere insects.

The fellow before him appeared younger, childish and unreliable.

Sure enough, spotting his girlfriend gazing admiringly at Ye Chen filled the short-haired man with irritation.

He even imagined a vast grassland sprouting over his head.

Males possess pride, and none can endure their woman admiring another man before their eyes.

It stung worse than a direct slap.

“You’re clearly chicken and won’t bet against me,” the short-haired man taunted.

“Who says? My boyfriend isn’t scared of you,” Xiaoxiao huffed, cheeks puffed in fury.

The provocations continued, and Xiaoxiao itched to respond multiple times, only held back by Ye Chen.

This time, though, she couldn’t hold back and voiced her piece.

“Your guts don’t even match your girlfriend’s,” the short-haired man sneered.

Ye Chen felt a pang of annoyance. He truly disregarded public judgments.

Yet with Xiaoxiao having spoken, refusing now would shame her.

For once, Ye Chen found himself cornered.

“Fine, I’ll take the bet. What’re the stakes?” Ye Chen inquired, smiling.

“Didn’t you claim you’d grab the last eleven toys?” the short-haired man pressed.

Ye Chen nodded, confirming, “Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“Good. If you fail on even one, you call me Dad. Or else, I’ll call you Dad,” the short-haired man stated coldly.

Ye Chen chuckled, “So desperate for a father figure you’re hunting for one here?”

Hearing the wager, Xiaoxiao regretted her rashness. She realized it would harm Ye Chen.

She understood those machine toys were tough to capture.

“You little punk, I’ll ignore that for now. Let’s see you laugh later,” the short-haired man growled, face darkening.

He had indeed grown fatherless, craving that affection, and Ye Chen had struck that sore spot, humiliating him instantly.

“Stay put, I’ll grab tokens and return shortly,” Ye Chen instructed, noticing Xiaoxiao’s uneasy look.

By then, the female staffer had gone back to the token booth.

As Ye Chen approached, her smile widened further.

Something about witnessing his toy grab earlier captivated her more and more.

Ye Chen radiated an allure women couldn’t resist, tied to prior rewards he’d gained.

“Hi, thirty-three tokens please,” Ye Chen requested ahead of her greeting.

The attendant blinked in surprise; such an exact number was unprecedented.

Folks usually took dozens, but Ye Chen specified thirty-three.

“Sir, I overheard your toy-grabbing talk. Sure you only need thirty-three tokens?” she queried, confused.

“Yep, three per toy. Eleven toys mean thirty-three. Don’t think I miscalculated,” Ye Chen said, rubbing his head.

“No mistake, sir, but will thirty-three suffice? Want extras?” she pressed.

“Nah, these will do,” Ye Chen affirmed resolutely.

Taking him at his word implied nabbing one toy every three tokens.

Though fond of Ye Chen, the attendant deemed him overly confident.

With years on the job, she knew his luck had shone before.

Securing eleven with thirty-three tokens? Utterly unfeasible.

The shop had operated long, and she’d been there from day one.

She’d observed pros at claw machines, yet they burned through tokens.

Since the patron insisted, pushing more might seem pushy and irk him.

Smiling, the attendant handed over, “Here’s your thirty-three tokens, sir. Best of luck.”

After payment, Ye Chen spun around and departed.

As Ye Chen's figure receded, the female attendant figured he'd probably return soon for additional tokens.

She had overheard Ye Chen's bold bet to snag eleven toys; failure would mean forfeiting the wager.

His only option was purchasing extra tokens and keeping at it.

Tokens in hand, Ye Chen sauntered back to Xiaoxiao and asked, “I bought the tokens. Tell me which one to grab first?”

Xiaoxiao guided Ye Chen over to the Virgo claw machine, saying, “Let’s grab this one first.”

“Alright.” Ye Chen grabbed three tokens, passing the rest to Xiaoxiao as he said, “Hold these for me.”

Noticing the meager pile of tokens, Xiaoxiao wondered, “Ye Chen, did you just buy these?”

“Yes, they’re enough.” Ye Chen replied with calm assurance.

She examined the tokens clutched in her palm—thirty altogether.

Despite her faith in Ye Chen, the tokens looked far too sparse to claim all the toys.

Capturing those leftover eleven toys would demand over two thousand yuan, and tokens were in short supply.

The surrounding crowd sneered at the paltry tokens, viewing the man as insufferably smug.

With that token total, he clearly aimed to hook a toy on every single attempt.

The crew-cut man then mocked Ye Chen, “Kid, you planning to grab with so few tokens? I suggest you buy some more.”

He aimed to force Ye Chen into burning more cash while still coming up empty—stripped of both face and the girl.

“No need; these are enough.” Ye Chen responded calmly.