Chapter 277: Rationality is a correct but hateful thing

Ye Qing was key to the combat power of the newly established Black Horse Club. She gave the others confidence and someone they could rely on. After she had acted, everyone followed suit.

Xu Tingsheng took the initiative to go over and toast Ye Qing.

“Thank you, Sis Qing. With you here, I feel that the Black Horse Club may really be able to succeed,” Xu Tingsheng said sincerely.

“Don’t just thank me. I expect results. I’m a very ambitious person, and I expect great results as well. Although I still can’t understand you, just based on all that you’ve achieved in the past one over year and your performance today, I’ve decided to bet on you, bet on your success.”

Ye Qing downed the wine, looking at Xu Tingsheng with a cold, beautiful smile on her face.

Her intentions were clear. She was not betting on how much revenue this piece of business would be able to generate. Instead, she was betting that Xu Tingsheng would rise to prominence hereafter, becoming an external source of assistance for her.

Now, Ding Sen who had been continually ignored by them finally took a pen, asking loudly, “Do your words count?”

He ultimately dared not test out what might result if he suddenly brought so much trouble to his family all at once.

As for the contract, perhaps it was just as Xu Tingsheng thought and it lacked only a signature.

“You can rest assured on that,” Xu Tingsheng said.

Ding Sen glanced again at Ye Qing for confirmation. She nodded.

And so, Ding Sen signed the contract and tossed the pen aside before getting up and heading straight for the door.

Huang Yaming and Tan Yao moved forward to intercept him.

“What is the meaning of this?” Ding Sen halted, asking.

“How about a 1v1?” Huang Yaming shot back.

Ding Sen had an incredulous expression on his face as he spread his hands apart, asking, “1v1? Are you a small-time thug or have you not grown up yet?”

Huang Yaming smiled, “Both are fine. This is just how we village folk are. Suffering a wrong and bearing a grievance, we will only feel satisfied when our fists land on someone’s face. As for all that scheming behind the scenes, taking advantage or whatnot, it just doesn’t feel real enough.”

Finding no way to communicate with Huang Yaming, Ding Sen turned to look at the others.

Everyone ignored him except for Hu Shengming who, facing away from him, said one last thing, “Treat everything just now as official business and this now as a private matter. I feel that it’s perfectly normal for private matters to be settled with...