During dinner, Liu Rong came with Assistant Xu.

It was just the two of them. Liu Rong didn't bring his team of female models, but booked a restaurant for them and sent them to have dinner by themselves.

Han Lan's suite was quite lively.

Han Lan and Tan Lun were sitting in the living room, talking about whether the orthodox Tai Chi had a great impact on actual combat.

Three girls, Xia Ningxuan, An Yi and Fang Qiaorui, were cooking in the kitchen talking and laughing. Liu Rong had already bought the ingredients in advance and delivered them to them.

Lee Myung-bak also helped in the kitchen, but he didn't speak the whole time, so he didn't have much sense of presence.

Liu Rong asked Assistant Xu to put the red wine away and sat down on the sofa in the living room with a smile.

"This..." Liu Rong looked at Tan Lun and hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Tan, I'm one of you. You said you wanted to tell me something during the day. What is it?" Han Lan asked.

Tan Lun smiled, but did not continue to sit. He got up and went to the kitchen to see if he could help with something to eat.

Liu Rong got straight to the point: "It's like this, Han Lan, is that the arena you are fighting in has an outside offer, you know, right?"

"I know, what are you doing?"

"Tsk, it's you right now. You're playing so well that the odds have dropped to one-for-one."

"Did you buy an external offer?" Han Lan reacted and looked at Liu Rong suspiciously, "Don't you want me to help you fight against match-fixing?"

"Tsk, why am I so unbearable in your heart? Han Lan, I always beat you to win."

"Oh! Then you've made a lot of money from these games?" Han Lan hinted, hugging her arms.

Liu Rong grinned: "Han Lan, but your odds are too low now. If you continue like this, you will hardly make any money later."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"You get 10% of the money I make."

"Thirty percent." Han Lan raised the price decisively.

"Twenty percent."

"Okay, deal." The two smiled and shook hands. Assistant Xu next to them was stunned.

No, do you two know how much the 20% is?

How long did it take to talk about it?

"Tell me, what do I need to do? Let's talk about it first. It's impossible for me to lose by cheating in the ring," Han Lan continued.

"Don't worry, I know that I always intend to beat you to win."

"Well, you are quite discerning."

"But, we have to find a way to raise the odds. If you pay one to one or three to one, the difference is quite a lot!"

"How to lift it?"

"You are not accustomed to the local environment and are sick." Liu Rong said calmly.

"I'm not accustomed to the local environment and I'm sick?" Han Lan also guessed what he meant. He was planning to pretend to be sick to lower the audience's confidence in him tomorrow.

"Han Lan, this can't be considered match-fixing, right? And if you can win even though you're sick, wouldn't it make it even more obvious that Chinese Kung Fu is great?"

Han Lan nodded slightly.

It is indeed not considered match-fixing, but it is also suspected of being a trader, and it is too unethical.

but……

Does the devil care about immorality?

"I'll ask Brother Li to buy a fever-reducing patch or something later and put it on, and then let the paparazzi outside secretly take pictures," Han Lan said.

As soon as Liu Rong waved, Assistant Xu handed him a box of fever-reducing patches: "Han Lan, I have prepared them for you. And what the paparazzi spread has nothing to do with us. We didn't say anything. It doesn't matter whether we are sick or not."

It’s people outside who are talking nonsense. They relied on fake news to misjudge the strength of the players and made mistakes, and we can’t rely on them!”

"You are so wicked." Han Lan had no choice but to accept the fever-reducing patch.

Liu Rong glanced at him speechlessly, too lazy to argue with him about who was immoral.

At this time, Xia Ningxuan's greeting came from the kitchen, calling them to eat together.

When it came to the table, there was a table full of dishes, but they were all home-cooked dishes, without any formality or weird dish names.

However, the food is delicious and delicious, and there are no dark dishes that would make people foam at the mouth.

Han Lan subconsciously glanced at Fang Qiaorui, who was full of pride. In fact, he could see that Fang Qiaorui was a little guilty before. But now it seems that either he made a mistake, or Fang Qiaorui simply did it, and the dishes were all cooked by Xia Ningxuan and An Yi.

"Han Lan, come and try this, sweet and sour pork ribs, I made it." Xia Ningxuan smiled and gave Han Lan a piece of pork ribs.

Han Lan took a taste and gave a thumbs up.

Liu Rong also took a piece of it and ate it, shrugging his nose. He felt that there was too much vinegar and it was a bit sour.

"Oh, that's great. None of my girlfriends know how to cook..." Liu Rong sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

"..." Everyone.

"Young man, although a peach blossom is good, it cannot be ruined." Tan Lun glanced at Liu Rong meaningfully.

Liu Rong looked at him inexplicably, feeling that the tone of his words was a bit nagging.

If it were replaced by the sentence "The Yintang is dark, there may be a bloody disaster recently", there would be no sense of violation.

"Everyone, try my dish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the most classic home-cooked dish!" An Yi also introduced with a smile.

Naturally, everyone smiled as they took a sip and praised it one after another.

Home-cooked food, in fact, will never taste that good no matter how you prepare it. But being able to eat an authentic Chinese home-cooked meal in the West really adds a lot of flavor.

"It's my turn! Look at my dish, braised pork! Come on, Han Shuai, try my cooking skills, and don't doubt whether I can cook anymore." Fang Qiaorui also proudly pointed out the dish she cooked.

"Oh?" Han Lan looked at the appearance of the braised pork dish. It didn't look like dark cuisine.

Then he glanced at Liu Rong, who was sitting opposite him.

Liu Rong didn't understand what he was looking at, so he silently picked up a piece of braised pork and ate it.

Han Lan stared at him for a while, but didn't see him foaming at the mouth before taking a bite and tasting it.

It tastes really good, so delicious that it doesn't look like it was made by an unreliable girl like Fang Qiaorui.

"Sure, Sister Qiaorui, I thought you didn't know how to do anything, but I didn't expect the food to be quite delicious."

"Hey, try this dish again, stir-fried beef with green pepper, I made it too!"

Han Lan was more bold now and took another bite. It tasted great!

Fang Qiaorui saw his expression of great enjoyment, and proudly crossed her waist: "Isn't it awesome? Please call me from now on, virtuous Fang Qiaorui!"

Xia Ningxuan smiled and said nothing, and gave Han Lan a piece of cold cucumber to eat.

Fang Qiaorui didn't stop being upset, and added a chicken drumstick to Li Mingbo next to him, and quietly gave him a thumbs up under the table with her little chubby hands.

Liu Rong simply ate something to pacify his stomach, and asked Assistant Xu to pour him a glass of red wine. He smiled and raised his glass to Han Lan: "Come on, Han Lan, let's have a drink. I wish the cooperation goes smoothly and everyone gets rich."

Han Lan was eating rice, and after listening to his words, she also poured herself a drink.

Liu Rong was unhappy: "Hey, hey, how can I have a drink? Han Lan, isn't this boring? Do you look down on me, Liu Rong?"

Han Lan was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes, yes."

"..." Liu Rong.

"Just kidding, I can't drink at this stage." Han Lan laughed.

Liu Rong didn't bother to ask further questions. Who knew what more heart-wrenching words he could say.

However, Han Lan does have this habit and does not drink when performing tasks, unless it is for the task, such as having a drink with the assassination target.
Chapter completed!