Subtitle of this chapter: His Highness the Prince of the East Palace of the Financial Empire

"Mr. Yuan, the contract is written."

After all, it was a very simple contract for luck, John McCall, who had a New York State lawyer license and was also the grandson of the insurance industry tycoon, naturally wrote it without any effort.

Our Master Yuan took it and took a look. The above contract terms are very strict, and both parties can't take advantage of any loopholes.

Alas, nyu's friends are really suffering.

He nodded and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, Mr. McCall. When this matter is over, do you want to be my personal lawyer?"

"Hmph! Are you breaking a bankruptcy lawsuit for you?" John sneered and choked him.

Yuan Yan suddenly felt unhappy when she heard this, smiled slightly and turned around. Then he frowned and walked up hesitantly in line with everyone's expectant gaze.

Our Master Yuan coughed and said in a low breath: "Listen to me, you can bet with me, but there are three regulations."

"First, a formal contract must be signed, which is this standard contract. Please copy two copies by yourself."

"Secondly, Mr. Louis Baker must have signed the notary, and I don't recognize the others. The notarization fee is...5 US dollars."

After saying these two points, he pondered for a moment. If there was no upper limit, it would seem too exaggerated, and instead made others feel that they were really mentally abnormal. It would be better...

"The third article stipulates that except for Mr. McCall and Professor Klein, the bet cap for others is $1,000, and each person is limited to only once!"

"Shh..."

As soon as he made this third rule, everyone was booing.

What are you shy? Do you still have the face to shy? I'm doing this for your own good!

"1,000 US dollars is too little, it's better than $2,500!"

"Yes, $2,500 is just right."

“2500!”

“2500!”

“2500!”

...

Oh, you guys dare to die, I dare to bury them!

Yuan Yan, who was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, was not angry. He only heard him stammeringly say, "2,2,2500..."

He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, waved his hand, and said fiercely: "Okay!"

At this moment, Professor Klein was the first to jump out and said in a sharp voice: "Mr. Yuan, even if the upper limit is US$2,500, we have so many people, do you have that much money?"

"Hahaha..." Our Master Yuan smiled to the sky and laughed for a long time. He had been holding it in a very hard way just now, and he just vented it all.

After waiting for a full half minute, he stopped laughing and said proudly: "You may not know my identity yet."

Yuan Yan suddenly raised his thumbs and raised his shoulders, looked up forty-five degrees towards the sky, and said proudly: "A elder of our Yuan family served as the president of Cyris a few years ago. Our Yuan family has tens of thousands of acres of land in Cyris, and my father also owns a stock exchange and several trust companies in Shanghai."

He said shamelessly: "I am the heir to Yuan's 'financial empire'!"

"A mere tens of thousands...even if it's hundreds of thousands of dollars, you don't have to worry at all!"

"Okay, come one by one!"

Everyone present couldn't help but whisper:

"Do you say what the Chinese said is true or false?"

"Really? Haven't you heard that Mr. George Baker wants to ask him to play golf?"

"real?"

"If you don't believe it, would you know if you ask his classmates?"

"If this is the case, wouldn't that mean... what he said is true!"

Under the personal arrangement of Master Yuan, the three of them entered the classroom and came to the podium.

Miss Helen Brown sat on the far left, responsible for reviewing the contract in duplicate and recording the basic information; Mr. Louis Baker sat on the far right, he had to check the signature and sign and stamp the contract, and collect notarization fees at the same time; while Mr. Yuan, who was sitting in the middle, just sign with a big stroke.

"Mr. Klein, it's really $2,500?"

"Oh, this classmate only costs $500!"

"Well, this lady also costs $1,000... Beautiful lady, who is from which department you are from?"

"Hey... Mike, didn't you just say $1,000? Why did you write $2,500 now? I would like to advise you to write less."

"Neo, you can't argue. The maximum limit is $2,500, why can't I do it?"

"Mr. Baldwin. You said so, then do you dare to write $5,000?"

"What's not to dare to do this?"

"Okok, I'll make an exception for you and bet with you $5,000!"

Mike walked out of the classroom excitedly with a $5,000 bet slip. He thought of something in his heart, so he rushed to the telephone next to him.

"Hey, pick me up the Manhattan area of ​​xx Street, xx..."

He was not the only one who thought of this idea. After he finished calling, someone continued to pick up the receiver.

"Hey, pick me up xx Queens Street, xx..."

"Hey, pick me up the King's District of xx Street, xx..."

"Hey, pick me up the Brooklyn, xx Street, xx..."

"Hey, pick me up Staten Island, xx Street, xx..."

Not long after, the telephones inside NYU also started queuing up, and some people simply stepped out of school. And as their wave spread, they naturally alarmed more New York citizens...

"You're $1,000!"

"You are also $2,500!"

"You're still $2,500... I said my friend, do you have so much money?"

"Mr. Yuan, don't look down on others. Although I am a school worker, I have...well, I have a house in New York!"

"Okay OK, just write $2,500."

People are inevitably following the mentality of following the same mentality and greedy for small gains. Of course, 2,500 US dollars is not considered a "little gain". However, since the people in front are betting such a big bet, the brave guy behind naturally followed up, and the timid guy also increased his bet amount.

More than an hour later, Mr. Louis Baker, who had notarized a contract, had to turn his head and say worriedly: "Neo, it's almost 40,000 US dollars, should we stop?"

Forty thousand dollars, when the grandfather of my Emperor Trump passed away in 1918, the inheritance left was almost the same. They worked hard to open the Jiyuan and bar for decades to save up the money. Yuan Dashishi's time traveler moved his mouth to sign his autograph, and in an hour it was the same as the grandfather of my Emperor Trump.

No wonder so many people cry and shout to travel through time!

However, those idle people traveled through time was also a waste of opportunities. They just went to a certain era and lived their own "Tiny Times".

Our Master Yuan looked down on these parallel world colleagues from the bottom of his heart. Isn’t this the male version of Si Niang? It means Sanmao!

He also held his breath and thought to himself hatefully, "Look, I have to break through the sky even if I am a fourth lady!"

"Host, has your mother soul finally awakened? Release a special mission against the sky: mountaineering packages in women's clothing. Mission content...?"
Chapter completed!