The Odds Are Five To One!

"A million?" The manager stopped in his tracks in response to Lance's verbal bet. "Lance, right? Are you sure?"

"If we decide to bet, no one can go back on their word. You have to think carefully. Even if you're a child, you have to pay the price for what you said."

The manager raised his head and spoke proudly.

Seeing this, Lance shook his head helplessly.

"Yes," Lance replied without changing his expression. "Mr. Darren, are you agreeing to bet with me?"

After speaking, Lance fixed his gaze upon Darren.

Darren, who was stared at by this gaze, was stunned at first. He never expected Lance to exude such a temperament, but in just a moment, he returned to his disdainful state and thought that he was overthinking.

"Of course I agree."

"If you are going to give me money, how could I not agree?"

Give you money? Lance almost laughed out loud.

Who is giving money to whom is not certain yet!

…

After determining the stakes, Lance and Darren began to analyze the stock market trends and invest money in them, with the employees at the stock market center as witnesses.

And while Darren was concentrating on his analysis, Lance was already looking at the status of all the stocks the system had prepared for him.

Lance picked and chose before ultimately selecting a high-yielding investment.

Lance and Darren's initial investment amount was 50,000. Without hesitation, Lance directly invested all 50,000 into the stock he had chosen.

After investing, Lance smirked when he saw that Darren was still analyzing carefully.

"Okay, I'm done."

Lance's calm words succeeded in distracting Darren.

The operation was over just like that?

However, Darren's brain worked quickly. In just a moment, he thought that Lance did not actually know how to analyze the stock market trends at all. That was why he completed the operation so quickly.

Darren smiled smugly at the thought.

He was just a kid. The incident on the live broadcast a while ago was just his luck.

There was nothing to fear.

After thinking it through, when Darren analyzed the stock market trends again, he was no longer as serious as before.

He believed that he could easily defeat Lance, so he naturally wouldn't go all out.

At the same time, Lance caught Darren's subtle expression.

"Underestimating the enemy is a great taboo in the military."

Lance crossed his arms and sighed.

He could almost imagine Darren's dismal state after he lost.

Lance got up and even stretched, looking relaxed.

When the surrounding employees saw Lance's actions and the amount of time he had spent, they began to whisper to each other.

"No way. It's only been less than five minutes and he's already completed all the operations?"

"Do you really think he's a stock market genius? He's just an eight-year-old kid. Don't think too much about it. He only completed the operation in five minutes because he doesn't understand the intricacies of it. I think he will probably lose and have to pay up."

"Ignorant kid. He doesn't know, does he? Mr. Darren became a manager because of his abilities."

"If it were me, I wouldn't dare to compare myself to Darren."

"This predetermined competition is boring."

"..."

Most of the employees were certain that Darren would win.

The discussion entered his ears, but Lance's expression did not change at all.

They did not know his ability, but on the day the results were announced, they would see how powerful he was!

Other than Lance, there were also people like Theodore and the others who did not participate in the onlookers' remarks.

This small group of people had all seen Lance's skills through Theodore's dissemination.

How could Darren be a match for such a genius young kid who could buy stocks every time without losing money and find the correct time to buy or sell them?

Theo thought, The outcome is exactly the opposite of what this crowd of onlookers thought. Their jaws will drop, right?

It was the same expression he had when he first met Lance and was conquered by Lance's power.

…

"Come, come, come. Let's open the bet!"

"Mr. Darren bets with young Lance. Let's guess who will win!"

The employees of the company who were good at organizing quickly got to work.

Due to the high level of interest in the competition between Darren and Lance, almost all the employees in the company participated.

Of course, most of the employees did not even hesitate. They threw their money in, betting that Darren would win.

They were particularly confident.

"Hahaha, I have to choose Mr. Darren!"

"That's right. The final outcome of the bet between Mr. Darren and Lance is obvious."

"Can't our company's manager defeat a child?"

"…"

"He really can't win."

At the height of their discussion, Theodore appeared.

After he spoke casually, he placed 10,000 dollars at the place which indicated that Lance had won.

His eyes were firm and without hesitation.

Seeing this, the company employees almost thought that Theodore was betting that Darren would win.

But after seeing Theodore's decision, they all began to laugh.

"Pfft, Theodore. Do you make too much money and have nowhere to spend it?"

"Vote for Lance? What right and ability does a little kid have?"

"Why don't you give me this money? I'll spend it for you."

Hearing these comments, Theodore did not respond directly. He just laughed as he left the crowd.

…

"Sigh, when the time comes, they'll cry."

After Theodore left the crowd, he found a quiet place and lit a cigarette.

As the smoke swirled, Lance came into view.

Seeing this, Theodore quickly stubbed out his cigarette to prevent the second-hand smoke from affecting young Lance's health.

After dispelling most of the smell of smoke, Theodore smiled and said, "Little Lance, you looking for me?"

Lance nodded.

"I want to ask about the current odds."

He asked simply.

Theodore's thoughts were clear. Of course he knew what Lance was asking.

"The odds are one to five." After answering, Theodore added, "Little Lance, you can try to participate too."

Theodore felt that if Lance participated, he would make a killing.

Oh, right.

When the bet was over, Lance would make a killing at Darren's.

"Thank you, Uncle Theodore." Lance didn't give Theodore an accurate answer. He thanked him and headed straight for the betting area.

Time passed, and most of the people had dispersed.

But those who remained there were surprised to see Lance.

They had assumed that Lance was lost in the company and wanted to give him pointers, but he had a purpose and kept trudging over to a large table.

Over there, one could vote for Darren or Lance to win.

Without waiting for an introduction from the staff there, Lance took out all his belongings.

"I want to bet… I'll win!"

His words were powerful.

Seeing this, the people present could not help but show pity for Lance.

They felt sorry for Lance.

Three days later, this child would have to lose everything.

The staff who organized this matter also persuaded him hesitantly.

"Lance, you have to think carefully. If you lose, you won't be able to get this money back."

After the young lady comforted him softly, Lance still shook his head.

"It'll be fine."

He looked up at the organizer with a relaxed expression.

"I'll definitely win."

"In three days, I'll come back here to collect the money."

The other party's smile froze at his words.

Isn't this child a little too confident?

He didn't even think about what he would do if he had nowhere to cry.