Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1127: 1102: Hidden Experts Among the People

With a smile, Ye Chen responded after hearing it, “What exactly do you mean?”

The crew-cut man bellowed, “This is absolutely impossible unless you colluded with the store owner ahead of time and got a warning.”

Ye Chen scanned the man from head to toe, seeing him as nothing more than a pampered brat.

Even when faced with overwhelming power, he still wouldn't yield—this took real guts.

Before Ye Chen could respond, a female server approached and declared, “Sir, quit talking rubbish. If your skills fall short, don't smear others. Such conduct is downright disgraceful.”

The crew-cut man yelled upon hearing the server, “Now I see, you're colluding with this kid as well.”

Everyone stared at the crew-cut man like he was a fool. Does speaking up for this young man make you his partner in crime?

Where's the logic in that?

The female server hadn't anticipated Ye Chen truly snagging it, and with just 33 tokens no less.

She lingered by the counter, certain Ye Chen would return shortly for more tokens.

Yet despite her wait, Ye Chen never showed up.

This left the female server somewhat baffled.

She ventured back into the crowd and watched Ye Chen grab stuffed animal after stuffed animal, her excitement building for him.

At last, she conceded that Ye Chen was a true claw machine expert.

She couldn't stand anyone badmouthing her idol, so she stepped in to defend Ye Chen.

“I've caught it already, so shouldn't you honor our bet?” Ye Chen demanded coldly.

“You're cheating—why should I keep the wager?” the crew-cut man screamed.

“A bet's a bet—surely you've heard that,” Ye Chen replied icily.

Numerous onlookers served as witnesses, all scorning the crew-cut man for attempting to back out.

“If losing scares you, don't bet to begin with.”

“Exactly. Losing now and trying to welch—can't take the heat.”

“A true man stands by his word.”

The crowd unleashed their scorn on the crew-cut man, with remarks growing harsher by the second.

His girlfriend felt mortified too, retreating several steps to put distance between them.

“What would any of you know? You're all just blabbering,” the crew-cut man roared.

But how could one voice drown out the chorus?

With so much support pouring in for Ye Chen, the crew-cut man reluctantly upheld the bet.

He hesitated, choking down his fury, and forced out “grandpa” through clenched teeth.

“What was that? Speak up—I couldn't catch it,” Ye Chen prodded on purpose.

“You... you...” Rage nearly made the crew-cut man burst.

No one had ever dared humiliate him like this from boyhood onward; Ye Chen was the pioneer.

And this time in such a degrading manner—how could he swallow it?

Gnashing his teeth, he bellowed, “Grandpa!”

This shout rang out loud and clear for all to hear.

“Good grandson, what does grandpa's favorite need?” Ye Chen bantered smilingly.

The crew-cut man's face flushed an ashen blue with fury.

Ye Chen hadn't planned for things to escalate, but the crew-cut man's relentless aggression left no choice.

When someone craved a public smackdown, Ye Chen delivered.

Fuming beyond words, the crew-cut man stormed off in shame, abandoning even his girlfriend.

Watching him shirk responsibility, the girl brimmed with disdain.

She resolved right then to dump him.

Sticking with a guy like that spelled trouble.

Amid jeers, the crew-cut man exited the store.

Seeing him go, Ye Chen grinned at Song Xiaoxiao. “I've nabbed all these dolls for you—don't I deserve a reward?”

“Haven't I already given one?” Her cheeks still glowed pink.

“That kiss hit this cheek—what about the other?” Ye Chen whined playfully.

Song Xiaoxiao flushed deeper, sensing Ye Chen's cheekiness.

She leaned toward his other cheek, fooling the crowd into expecting another tender kiss.

But Ye Chen felt no wetness on his skin—only a sharp pinch at his waist.

Song Xiaoxiao had sneaked a twist on his side flab while leaning in.

In a crowded spot like this, how could she kiss him again?

Earlier excitement had prompted her impulsive peck.

“Okay, no more teasing,” Ye Chen chuckled.

Under jealous stares, the pair departed the store.

Ye Chen made sure to thank the female server before leaving, grateful for her earlier support.

Biting her lip, the female server watched as Ye Chen prepared to depart, hesitating for a moment before she finally spoke up, “Can you tell me your name? And can I have your contact information?”

The waitress had clearly noticed Song Xiaoxiao, the girl standing next to Ye Chen, and understood that she was his girlfriend.

Nevertheless, she simply couldn't resist the urge to request Ye Chen's contact details.

After all, since he had just come to her aid, turning down such a minor favor would feel terribly unfair.

“My name is Ye Chen, and here’s my contact information.” Ye Chen responded, scribbling his details onto a scrap of paper.

Song Xiaoxiao witnessed the entire exchange, feeling a surge of anger within, yet she remained silent.

She had also observed the female server rising earlier to assist Ye Chen.

“My name is Zhao Ziwei. If anything comes up, can I reach out to you?” the young woman asked, her face turning red.

“Of course, no problem.” Ye Chen nodded affirmatively.

Under a barrage of envious looks, Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao departed the store, a far cry from the crew-cut man who slunk away to jeers.

“Handsome, funny, and humorous men are truly rare in this world.”

“Too bad he’s not my boyfriend, otherwise I’d spoil him to the sky.”

“I hope my destined partner is as excellent as that man.”

A subtle smile played on Ye Chen’s lips; the crowd had lavished him with endless compliments.

“Did you hear that? You should cherish me properly, or else someone might just snatch me away,” Ye Chen declared with pride.

“Hmph, stop being so smug.” Song Xiaoxiao pretended to brush it off.

Even as she spoke those words, worry gnawed at her heart.

Ye Chen was exceptionally outstanding—handsome, talented, and effortlessly able to delight any girl.

A guy like that attracted admirers everywhere, and though Song Xiaoxiao was beautiful, plenty of women outshone her in looks.

Most crucially, today's makeup skills were incredibly sophisticated; a bit of artistry could turn anyone into a stunning beauty.

In that instant, Song Xiaoxiao was struck by a sharp sense of threat.

Still, she wouldn't reveal this to Ye Chen, as it would only make him even more conceited.

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