My Super Beautiful Lady Boss

Now that President Lan has ended up in this mess, of course they weren’t willing to just let it go.

"Watch my cues later and act accordingly."

Su Xuan said quietly, then kept smoking as he watched the racers continuously joining outside. He felt a bit helpless. As the saying goes, nine out of ten bets are rigged. These guys really have no brains. They always think the house is winning tons of money, but the truth is they just sink deeper and deeper, and in the end they’re stuck in a quagmire they can’t claw their way out of.

"Looking at them now, I kind of feel like I’ve already gotten out of it!"

President Lan let out a soft sigh as he spoke.

"Life is a long road, who doesn’t misstep a few times. Kid, let me tell you, if I help you this time and you still keep playing this crap later, not only will I refuse to help you, I’ll make it worse for you. Outsiders will only help you once. Don’t let people down."

"Bro, don’t worry, I really get it now. I’ll turn over a new leaf from now on!"

President Lan said with a serious look. Many years later, in the Imperial Capital, there would be a business tycoon who, whenever his own son didn’t listen, would patiently lecture him:

"Kid, a thousand‑mile embankment collapses from an anthill-sized hole. If your old man hadn’t run into your Uncle Su back then, who knows if I’d have ended up a beggar. Making mistakes on the road of life isn’t scary. What’s scary is making the same mistake over and over!" Of course, that’s for later. Right now President Lan and Su Xuan were still waiting here, when a man in his thirties came out, wearing gold‑rimmed glasses. He came over to President Lan and sat down in front of him.

"President Lan, I heard from Qing just now that you’re planning to pay off your loan early, is that right?"

The man had a smile all over his face, but to Su Xuan that smile looked especially fake, downright phony.

"Yeah."

President Lan answered firmly, thinking to himself, damn it, if I don’t pay this off now, I’m really gonna get screwed to death by you guys!

"Alright, I just did the math for you. Principal plus interest comes to a total of six point five million. Please take a look."

"What, how much?"

President Lan shot to his feet. No matter how rich you are, money doesn’t blow in on the wind. He’d only borrowed five million for three days. The earlier money was partly Lin’s spending, the rest came from him pawning off his luxury car.

But five million for three days and they wanted one point five million in interest? That’s a bit too freaking outrageous, isn’t it?

That’s over one and a half million in interest. That works out to five hundred thousand a day. Could they be any more predatory?

"Heh..."

Su Xuan let out a cold chuckle, thinking to himself, sure enough, pitch‑black.

"One point five million in interest—out of that, one point four million is penalty for breach of contract. It’s all written in our contract."

The man said with a beaming smile. President Lan hurriedly took it and looked. Sure enough, there was an additional attached contract. It said that after taking a loan from this company, if you then take part in ten racing events in a row, all handling fees would be waived...

In that moment, President Lan finally realized what a massive scam he’d walked into. They’d never mentioned this attached contract before. Clearly this was designed to tie people down here to keep playing. As for those "ten races", he figured once you got on that track you’d never get off.

"Bro... what do we do?"

Right then President Lan looked to Su Xuan. One‑plus million wasn’t exactly going to cripple him, but they were obviously treating him like a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"How much for a race, and what are the rules?"

Su Xuan asked in a very calm voice.

"Bro..."

President Lan was baffled. Weren’t you telling me not to play? Don’t tell me you’re planning to play this crap yourself now!

"The toll fee is only two hundred yuan."

"Then just go run ten rounds. Ten runs is only two thousand. What a bargain for you."

Su Xuan said with a wicked grin. He knew there was no way it was that simple, but he was deliberately putting it that way.

"Bro, you’re oversimplifying it."

President Lan rolled his eyes. If it were that simple, he wouldn’t be this pissed off.

"How so?"

"The toll may be just two hundred yuan, but I’m not a contracted driver right now. If I want to race, I have to join the betting races."

"Then bet, what’s the big deal."

Su Xuan grinned again, sneering inwardly. He’d come here planning to just pay back the money and leave, but since they loved fleecing people so much, they could all see who ends up playing whom.

"Big bro..."

"Relax, I’ll race for you, okay?"

Su Xuan looked at the manager, sneering to himself. Ten rounds? Heh. In a bit, I’ll have you begging me to stop playing.

"That’s certainly allowed. We don’t restrict who actually drives the car."

"Good. Then write me a note. I’m a cautious guy. And stamp it with your company seal. If I win money later and you suddenly say it doesn’t count, I’d be getting screwed, wouldn’t I?"

"..."

The manager was sneering inwardly too. He hadn’t expected this bumpkin to be a little scheming. That did surprise him. But in his eyes, this bumpkin was still being naïve. You think you can actually win money and walk out of here?

"That’s not a problem. But do you guys even have that kind of money?"

"Sure. The one thing I’m not short of is money."

Su Xuan went full rich‑guy mode and took out several Gold Cards.

"There’s several tens of millions in here. Think that’s enough?"

The manager’s heart leapt with excitement. In that instant, it was like he’d just spotted a super fat sheep. He hurried inside, grabbed some paper, wrote out a note, then stamped it with the Yin Zhang. After Su Xuan took the note, he paid the two hundred yuan, then drove in with President Lan to the inner track.

"Big bro, didn’t you say you didn’t even want me playing anymore, how come you’re..."

"Since these people love taking advantage so much, today I’ll let them experience what it feels like to be taken advantage of. But don’t you follow my example."

Su Xuan quickly added. He was going in because he was a hundred percent confident he could beat them at their own game, not because he wanted to gamble. He still didn’t want this kid tagging along like some hot‑headed fool.

"Got it, I understand."

President Lan agreed, then said excitedly,

"Big bro, can I at least come watch with you? Honestly, I’m not convinced. I always lose at the critical moment."

"Sure, come along. You can see for yourself exactly how they’ve been playing you."

By this time, Su Xuan had already driven onto the track. A few staff members were there spitting all over the place as they explained the rules. Su Xuan had already heard their rules earlier; they were actually similar to the rules Pan Ziguang used back when he raced. The only difference here was that you could act as the house.

The so‑called house meant that as long as you claimed the banker’s position before the race and then finished first, all the other racers had to hand over their money to Su Xuan, including whatever the spectators had bet. And the boss here—namely that loan company guy just now—was the biggest bookmaker of them all.