174: How did you know?

Mohammed walked over to the wall curiously.

He took out his phone, opened a translation app, and scanned the menu.

Translation apps these days are quite powerful.

In less than two seconds, the menu was successfully translated from Chinese to English.

"Mr. Chen, the food in your factory cafeteria is truly beyond my expectations."

Mohammed sincerely admired Chen Su's generosity.

Few bosses are so willing to provide such good food for their employees.

Most bosses think it's good enough just to keep them full.

Want to eat well too? In your dreams!

...At noon, Chen Su took everyone to Feng Wenjun's restaurant.

As early as last night, he had called Feng Wenjun to make arrangements... As soon as Mohammed got out of the car, he looked around, scanning here and there.

"Mr. Chen, this restaurant looks a bit familiar. A while ago, I saw on YouTube that the restaurant where 'Hyperthyroidism Brother' ate during the first stop of his China trip looks very similar to this one."

Hyperthyroidism Brother has a huge fan base abroad, and Mohammed is one of his fans.

"Mr. Mohammed, this is indeed the restaurant where 'Hyperthyroidism Brother' ate."

Chen Su pointed to the photos Feng Wenjun had developed and hung on the wall.

There were photos of Giant Star De Hua and Hyperthyroidism Brother.

And some relatively well-known bloggers.

"Then we're in for a treat this time."

Mohammed said with a smile... Inside the private room.

Chen Su had Feng Wenjun prepare a table full of dishes.

Every dish was beautifully colored and looked appetizing.

The group of Middle Easterners ate to their heart's content... After the meal, before parting.

Mohammed gripped Chen Su's hand tightly.

"Mr. Chen, thank you very much for the lunch. This was simply the most delicious lunch I have ever had in my life. When you have time, you must visit the Middle East so I can return the hospitality."

"Alright, I'll definitely go when I'm free."

...After seeing off Mohammed's group, Chen Su drove Wang Xin back to the Gas Cylinder Factory.

Regarding this transaction with Mohammed.

The profit per gas cylinder was 250 yuan, after deducting taxes and production costs.

It would earn about 2.2 million yuan... Inside the Gas Cylinder Factory.

As soon as Chen Su returned, he had Wang Xin gather all the employees in the meeting room.

In the meeting room, Chen Su still sat in the head seat, with Wang Xin in the second seat.

"Brothers, the 13,000 gas cylinders we produced have all been sold. Everyone has worked hard during this period."

..."It wasn't hard, it wasn't hard! President Chen, this is just our job," the thirty or so employees of the Gas Cylinder Factory replied in unison.

"In the next stage, our task remains urgent. We must maximize production capacity every month. Do you have the confidence to complete it!?"

"Yes!"

Since Chen Su mentioned paying them overtime, the factory employees were all full of energy.

They were afraid of doing less than others.

"I've discussed it with Factory Director Wang. This month, in addition to your regular wages and overtime pay, everyone will receive a 1,000 yuan bonus."

As soon as Chen Su finished speaking.

The meeting room erupted in excitement.

"Long live President Chen! Long live Factory Director Wang!"

"President Chen is mighty!"

...Once you make money, you can't be stingy; he would have to rely on these employees to make his fortune in the future.

He couldn't mistreat them.

If given enough money, they would naturally and actively protect the factory's interests.

Truly treating the factory's business as their own.

That's the only way the factory can grow big and strong... Mohammed's 6.5 million transfer had arrived. After deducting taxes and costs.

About 5.5 million remained.

His previous bank balance was 510,000.

Plus the remaining 800,000 in cash he got from Gao Zilong.

His disposable funds were around 6.8 million yuan... Originally, Chen Su planned to invest all 6.8 million into snooker lottery.

Betting it all on Zhao Xingtong to win.

But because snooker tournaments don't get much attention in the country.

He checked specifically and found that the snooker lottery prize pool had only accumulated 15 million yuan.

He felt a bit regretful.

His plan to make tens of millions fell through.

He could only settle for the next best thing and make 15 million... After leaving the Gas Cylinder Factory, Chen Su drove straight home.

After parking, he walked to Zhang Long's sports lottery shop at the entrance of the residential area.

"Xiao Chen, long time no see!"

As soon as he stepped inside, Zhang Long greeted him warmly.

"Brother Long, long time no see!"

"What are you planning to buy today?" Zhang Long asked.

Chen Su hadn't come for a while, and Zhang Long's income hadn't seen a significant short-term increase for some time.

Now that he finally ran into Chen Su today, he was determined to follow his lead no matter what.

"I want to buy some snooker lottery tickets."

Zhang Long became interested upon hearing this.

"Xiao Chen, do you usually follow this?"

"A little bit," Chen Su nodded.

"Who are you planning to bet on? Let me tell you, Lei Peifan, Jack, and Ding Junfei are all strong contenders for the championship."

Zhang Long began his analysis for Chen Su... "Brother Long, I'm planning to bet on Zhao Xingtong."

"What? Who?" Zhang Long looked incredulous.

The ones he recommended to Chen Su were all world-famous professional players.

Who was this Zhao Xingtong Chen Su mentioned?

He had never heard of him.

He walked to the computer and checked the lottery information.

Only then did he find a person named Zhao Xingtong in a corner of the webpage.

"Xiao Chen, you should think this through. I don't have high hopes for this Zhao Xingtong at all."

Hearing that Chen Su wanted to bet on Zhao Xingtong, Zhang Long immediately dropped his idea of following him to the end.

This unknown Zhao Xingtong, winning the championship?

He couldn't even imagine it.

"I'm betting on him. I have a good feeling about him."

"Alright then, how much are you planning to buy?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Zhang Long could only ask helplessly.

"1.5 million."

"Xiao Chen, do you have too much money with nowhere to spend it? If you really have nowhere to spend it, you could lend it to me. I'll pay you twice the bank's interest."

Chen Su was somewhat speechless.

"Brother Long, just put 1.5 million on Zhao Xingtong. If I lose, I lose. Just consider it paying for a lesson."

Seeing Chen Su's strong intent to purchase.

He had no choice but to print them out for him.

The maximum limit per ticket was 100,000, so he printed fifteen tickets in total.

Zhang Long handed the printed lottery tickets to Chen Su.

"Want to sit down for a cup of tea?"

"No, I have some things to do at home. I'll come by another time."

"Sure!"

Zhang Long walked Chen Su to the door and, after seeing him walk away.

Shook his head and sighed.

"Young people these days are just too bold, spending money so recklessly."

...After Chen Su left Zhang Long's lottery shop and passed by Amin's supermarket.

He saw Amin running out excitedly.

"Brother Chen, you really are like a real brother to me! I, Amin, have never admired anyone in my life, but I admire you."

Amin was extremely excited and rambled on and on.

"What's gotten into you now?"

"Brother Chen, did you forget that billiard hall you sent me last night? I went there specifically to get a membership card today."

When Amin finished speaking, he looked around and then whispered.

"Brother Chen, how did you know that place had *that*?"

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Chen Su: ??

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