Chapter 25 You're standing in the atmosphere? Sorry, I'm in outer space!
"The last place dating pairing"
The guests are Mr. Deng Zhongkun, a non-celebrity male guest, and Ms. Qin Shuman, a socialite from Shandong Province.
"It is very regrettable that you only submitted five hundred yuan today, ranking last."
As soon as the words were spoken,
The non-celebrity male guest, Deng Zhongkun, appeared calm.
He didn't even have the right to know about the Five-Year Plan.
There's not much disappointment in winning or losing.
However, his female partner, Qin Shuman, a socialite from Shandong Province, did not look too good.
She never imagined that the five hundred yuan she earned through a hard day's work would become the lowest number in the entire event.
She doesn't dare to think about winning first place; how much money would she need to earn?
Based on the current situation,
Although there was a gift-giving segment later, their current rankings almost certainly meant they were out of the running for the championship.
Only novels have such incredible plot twists!
Reality is cruel.
Upon learning that 500 yuan was the lowest score,
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in the heart of Zhang Tao, the young master of the capital.
His eyelids twitched slightly on his cold face.
If five hundred yuan can only be ranked last.
So wouldn't the second to last be...?
Just as his thoughts were churning,
The host, Xiao Ni, spoke again.
"The second to last ranked dating partners are Zhang Tao, the young master of Beijing, and Lin Wantang, a socialite from Shanghai."
"It is very regrettable that you ranked second to last with a score of 600 yuan."
as predicted,
Zhang Tao, the young master of the capital, was right in his guess.
They were ranked second to last.
Upon learning of this result, Zhang Tao's face darkened.
This is not the outcome he wanted to see.
His goal is to win the championship!
But the facts are undeniable.
He has no choice but to accept it.
Shanghai socialite Lin Wantang stared at Zhang Tao's cold face, thinking to herself.
"Ranked second to last, and still so cold-hearted, is this person born without emotions?"
Zhang Tao is largely to blame for the fact that their group finished second to last.
If he hadn't been swindled out of two hundred dollars by Cai Junhui...
Their group could have had an extra 200 yuan in capital to compete with other groups.
But what's done is done, and there's no point in saying more.
Lin Wantang could only suppress her anger and silently plan how to handle the subsequent gift-giving process.
"The third to last place pairing is Gu Xingle, the young master of Chongqing Province, and Fang Lingchun, a female guest who is not a contestant."
"The amount of money you handed over today is seven hundred yuan."
Hearing that the third-to-last group only had 100 more coins than their group,
The helplessness and resentment in the heart of Lin Wantang, a socialite in Shanghai's elite circles, were almost overflowing.
They should have had the advantage.
She increasingly failed to understand her father's actions.
She will definitely make a new choice when the show gives her another chance to select a male guest.
She would rather team up with Deng Zhongkun, a male guest who is not a celebrity, than choose Zhang Tao, the son of a wealthy young man from Beijing.
Zhang Tao is a complete disaster!
I wonder what the Zhang family in the capital is really thinking.
They actually sent a young master who always had a cold face and seemed dull to fight for the right to the national five-year plan.
There's no way they can win.
"Next, we'll announce the third place winners: rising star Wang Yibo and Hangzhou socialite Su Niantong."
They handed over one thousand yuan.
The third-ranked score was several hundred yuan higher than the fourth-ranked score!
The guests who were ranked lower previously thought that their partners who were ranked higher only had a slight advantage of one or two hundred points over them.
But now it seems,
They deserved to lose; there's no comparison at all!
They are all thinking about one question right now.
If 1,000 yuan only ranks third, how much would the top two submit?
Everyone had their own thoughts.
Only Jiang Yiran, the young master from Northeast China, remained calm and collected, listening to the broadcast and already forming a basic judgment in his mind.
Only Cai Junhui is worthy of being his opponent.
These people are all terrible.
Even the most skilled Cai Junhui is still a bit weaker than him.
At this moment, there are six groups of guests.
Only the results of the group led by Cai Junhui, the "Prince of Guangdong," and his group have not yet been announced.
Jiang Yiran had already made up her mind.
The second place must go to Cai Junhui, the son of the Guangdong provincial prince, and Shen Qinghe, a socialite from Fujian province.
The championship belongs to him without a doubt.
His earnings from running errands and from modeling with Zhao Jingmai amounted to a considerable sum.
He felt that there was no one present who could beat him.
While other teams were still working together in pairs,
Jiang Yiran then thought of splitting up.
Only in this way can we maximize our benefits.
"Who else? I'm asking you, who else?"
Before Xiao Ni could even make an announcement, Jiang Yiran, the young master of Northeast Province, was already popping champagne.
Next, we'll announce the second place.
Jiang Yiran, the "princeling" from Northeast China, and Zhao Jingmai handed over three thousand yuan.
As Xiao Ni finished speaking...
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
The guests who were behind were completely shocked by this number.
Three thousand yuan!
They earned a full two thousand yuan more than Wang Yibo's group, which came in third place.
Such a gap is simply unbelievable.
How did they manage to do that?
Gu Xingle paused in his snapping motion.
I was completely dumbfounded.
Is Jiang Yiran, the "princeling" from Northeast China, actually serious?
He thought the other person was just bragging.
I never expected that I would actually earn a thousand yuan by delivering food.
Is it really that profitable to run a food delivery business in Chongqing?
How come he, as the host, didn't know?
Okay,
He was glad he hadn't made the bet with Jiang Yiran.
Otherwise, they would have lost face right now.
The shock of the crowd had not yet subsided.
What surprised everyone even more was yet to come.
The most bewildered person at this moment was none other than Jiang Yiran, the carefree young master from Northeast China.
He thought the championship was already his for the taking.
The champagne was already opened, but they were told he only got second place?
That doesn't make sense!
He jumped up from his seat with an incredulous look on his face, staring intently at Cai Junhui.
But Cai Junhui had a nonchalant smile on his lips.
at this time,
Xiao Ni's voice resounded throughout the venue.
"Let's congratulate Cai Junhui, the 'Prince of Guangdong,' and Shen Qinghe, the socialite from Fujian, on winning first place!"
"The amount of funds they handed over was three thousand yuan and five cents."
"What?!"
These two words were practically shouted out by Jiang Yiran, the young master from Northeast China.
Not long ago, he mocked Cai Junhui, saying that the 50 cents was dispensable, neither more nor less.
But now,
It was precisely this insignificant 50 cents that became the key to the final championship.
Without those 50 cents, the two teams would have tied.
The champion is still up for grabs.
But it was precisely this five cents that caused the trouble...
This completely shattered the suspense of the championship, firmly placing him in second place.
Jiang Yiran stood frozen in place, completely bewildered.
He then recalled his recent comparison with Cai Junhui's eight-win strategy, and his earlier belief that he was now firmly in control and had the upper hand.
Now it seems so ridiculous that he was.
He originally thought his operation was already at the level of the atmosphere.
But to my utter surprise,
Cai Junhui, the son of the Guangdong provincial prince, has actually reached outer space!