The Greatest Village Doctor In The World

Chapter 1175: Digging a Pit

Ling Feng took the document and noticed there were quite a few pages. He chuckled, "So many clauses?"

"Well, it’s to ensure fairness and impartiality in the wager, so we have to be cautious. After all, the stakes are pretty high," Han Guang replied with a smile.

"Got it. I’ll get back to you!"

Ling Feng nodded, holding the document as he strode toward the elevator.

Once he returned to his room, he sat down and started reviewing the document.

But as soon as he finished the first clause, Ling Feng’s brows furrowed!

The wager required both parties to prepare ten billion US dollars as gambling funds!

Ling Feng clicked his tongue. Ten billion US dollars—was Han really desperate to this extent?

At that point, he refused to read further. After some thought, he grabbed his phone and called Gu Li.

"Boss, looking for me?"

"Yeah, I need you to check someone out—Han Chang from Ao Island!" Ling Feng said.

"Alright, is it urgent?" Gu Li asked.

"I need results by tonight. I want to know his background, his connections, and who he associates with—be as detailed as possible!" Ling Feng instructed.

"Understood, leave it to me!"

Gu Li agreed promptly, ending the call and getting people to investigate.

Ling Feng tossed the document onto the coffee table and leaned back against the sofa, muttering to himself, "Why does it feel like this kid is setting me up?"

When he met Han Chang for the first time last night, Ling Feng had already caught something peculiar in the guy’s gaze. Afterward, Han’s strange behavior—deliberately losing big and giving Ling Feng over a billion Huaxia Currency—left everyone puzzled.

And now? Claiming dissatisfaction over his previous losses, Han Chang had organized an even larger wager. Just like that, ten billion US dollars was on the table—this reeks of conspiracy!

Without absolute certainty, no one would gamble like this—even a fool knew better!

What is Han Chang up to? Is he confident he can beat me?

As Ling Feng mulled over this, the door clicked open, and a group of girls entered, laughing and chatting.

Noticing the shopping bags in their hands, Ling Feng knew they’d just returned from shopping. He stood up and smiled, "Had fun?"

"It was alright. What were you thinking about earlier? You looked so serious," Ling Yao asked.

"Just a minor issue. Someone’s looking to gamble with me," Ling Feng replied with a grin, before looking at Little Yu. "Did you get the wine?"

"Not yet! How can I buy it when you haven’t paid?" Little Yu pouted.

"Alright, I’ll pay for it later," Ling Feng chuckled. With nearly two billion in funds on hand, an entire truck of wine wasn’t a big deal.

Just then, Zheng Yitong picked up the document, glanced through it, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, is Han Chang insane?"

"He wants me to think he’s insane, so I’ll take the bait, doesn’t he?" Ling Feng laughed.

"What is it?"

Hearing Zheng Yitong’s reaction, Ling Yao and the others gathered to take a look.

Ling Feng, however, only read the first clause; the rest were explained to him by the women.

The second clause mandated that if Ling Feng agreed, he must select two reputable gentlemen as guarantors to participate alongside him!

The contract was packed with intricate stipulations, covering every potential scenario—like disruptions in the casino, interference in the game, or even quitting midway. Everything was meticulously laid out.

After reading it, Zheng Yitong raised her head, stunned. "Brother Ling, every single clause in this seems designed to prevent you from cheating in the game!"

"That indirectly proves how confident he is about winning!"

Ling Feng nodded and said, "Can you help me send a fax? I want to have professionals analyze the pros and cons of this contract!"

"No need. This kind of contract shouldn’t be signed at all—it’s obvious they’ve got you figured out. If you participate, you’ll definitely lose!" Zheng Yitong remarked.

"Not necessarily. There could still be loopholes. If I find one and win, wouldn’t taking ten billion US dollars from him be excellent? That’d cover my entry to the Gambling King tournament!" Ling Feng laughed.

"..."

Zheng Yitong was speechless. Turning to Yu Linglong and Ling Yao, she asked, "Aren’t you going to say anything?"

"Ling Feng can do whatever he wants. We won’t stop him," Ling Yao said, before adding, "Yitong, go find a fax machine. Ling Corporation’s team will thoroughly analyze the clauses."

"Alright."

Given Ling Yao’s stance, Zheng Yitong reluctantly agreed and took the contract out of the room.

She returned a few minutes later with her phone in hand, asking, "Who should I send it to?"

"Mo Jiaolan."

Ling Feng had already discussed the situation with her over the phone, and she’d informed her legal team and staff to prepare for overtime.

Zheng Yitong had Mo Jiaolan’s contact information, so she scanned the contract and sent it to her.

Now, it was a matter of awaiting feedback from the professionals. However, Ling Feng didn’t get to idle, as he was dragged out to buy wine by Little Yu.

The other girls weren’t interested and stayed back in the hotel room. Once the two stepped outside and went downstairs, Little Yu looked around the street, asking, "Where should we go?"

"Hmm, let’s ask someone!"

Ao Island was a tourist city—and a sleepless one at that—so Ling Feng wasn’t worried about it being too late to purchase liquor. He turned to the hotel’s security guard at the entrance and asked, "Excuse me, where can I buy premium wine?"

"Good evening, sir. If you need liquor, our hotel offers it," the guard said.

"I know, but I’m looking to buy more than just one or two bottles—a lot," Ling Feng explained.

"Got it. In that case, walk ahead, cross the plaza, and on the street across..."

The guard pointed in a direction, giving Ling Feng instructions on where to find a wine specialty store.

The two left, following the directions.

Little Yu was visibly in high spirits, her steps brisk, while Ling Feng felt a bit helpless. He couldn’t figure out why this girl wanted so much wine!

Thinking of liquor brought Tang Xiaoqian’s brewed rice wine to mind, giving Ling Feng an idea. He asked, "By the way, Little Yu, I’ve got some aged rice wine. Want to try it?"

"Really? Where is it?" Little Yu asked.

"It’s in my bracelet. I’ll let you try it when we get back," Ling Feng said.

"No need! Give it to me now! What kind of wine is rice wine? Is it made from rice?" Little Yu asked eagerly.

"Yeah."

Ling Feng sighed, surprised at her impatience. He found a place to sit down, took out a jar and a bowl, and poured the wine.

The moment the liquid appeared, Little Yu’s eyes lit up. She picked up the bowl, tilted her head back, and finished it in one gulp.

"How is it?"

Ling Feng was curious about her reaction. After all, even seasoned drinkers like Chu Nan and Wang Laogen adored this rice wine.

Little Yu paused for a moment, smacked her lips, and said, "Didn’t quite get the taste. Give me another bowl, and I’ll take my time with it this time!"

Ling Feng: "..."