Min'er was filled with emotion by his encouraging words.
But only for a moment.
Having lived in darkness for so long, one becomes adept at retreating.
She knew Zhan Bei Jue was a good person, and his words were sincere.
But she didn't want to drag him down too much.
"Where do you earn so much money? Tens of millions are not thousands of yuan, and you still need to find your family. You can't spend all your time on me..."
Zhan Bei Jue was much more sunny and confident than her, looking very self-assured.
"You don't need to worry about that. Leave the money-making to me. You just need to trust me."
"Min'er, tell me, do you trust me?"
The next day, Min'er went to work, and Zhan Bei Jue went to the boxing gym early.
He and the boss both had to keep their promises.
The person had given him a chance to participate in the chase game, and he should return to serve him.
However, when he took out the contract, Zhan Bei Jue looked at it carefully, and the salary was not ideal.
The boss's basic salary was 10,000 Euros per month, with commission based on attendance.
He roughly calculated that even if he fought every other day, and the venue was packed every time, he would earn at most 50,000 Euros a month.
At most 500,000 a year, which was a hundred thousand miles away from the tens of millions of debt he had to repay.
So he couldn't accept this job.
"Do you want to go back on your word?"
The boss raised an eyebrow, and several bodyguards behind him immediately stepped out in unison.
Zhan Bei Jue shook his head: "No, I didn't mean that."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Let me calculate for you first," Zhan Bei Jue said.
"If this game is held three times a year, with a prize of five million each time, and I give you two million each time without doing anything, how much money will you earn in a year?"
"???"
"Let's get more creative and include website clicks and TV viewership dividends. How much will you earn in a year?"
"It's just me. You don't have to worry about anything, don't have to do anything, and just make money lying down. Isn't that more interesting than what you're doing now?"
The boss didn't quite understand what nonsense he was talking about.
"Held three times a year? Are you crazy or are my ears malfunctioning? Who told you that? If the TV station plays the same trick three times a year, who the hell won't get tired of watching it?"
"Of course, they'll get tired of it, so we won't hold it in the same country."
Zhan Bei Jue looked at him calmly.
"You spend money to buy the program's copyright from the Swiss television station, buy as many years as possible, and then resell the copyright to other countries."
"As far as I know, Asia's economy is rising very rapidly now, and people's consumption levels are very high."
"Not to mention anything else, if you can sell the copyright in three Asian countries, you'll be well-off for the rest of your life. Why not?"
The boss: "..."
"This is a brilliant business opportunity. Seize it before anyone else does. Believe me, by this time next year, you'll definitely be on the list of Switzerland's richest people."
After speaking, Zhan Bei Jue went to the restaurant to wash dishes for Min'er. Three days later, the boss came to find him again.
"Listening to your nonsense, I spent ten million Euros to buy the copyright of this program for three years, and then sold it to Asia."
"Now, as you wished, China, Korea, and Thailand have bought its copyright. You have to fight three times a year for this program. Don't disgrace me."
Min'er: "..."
"The copyright from China was sold first. They are also the most eager to cash in and have already started preparing the program content. Once this contract is signed, I will send you there first to adapt to the environment."
Zhan Bei Jue felt indescribably grateful to this decisive boss.
Although he just wanted to earn money by himself, he had given him the highest level of trust!
He looked at the contract. It was all about profit distribution, so there were no problems.
Zhan Bei Jue's only question was: could he get passports for Min'er's family so they could return to their country?
Because, judging by the program schedule, he would have no time to return here in the future.
For the next three years, he would be based in Asia. He couldn't bear to leave Min'er, nor could he rest assured about her.
It was obvious that Min'er felt the same.
She looked at the boss with bright eyes, hoping he would agree.
The boss smiled: "Impossible."
"You are a dishonest person, you know that yourself."
"Even with nothing, you dare to dream. If you become famous later and are scouted by other bosses, won't you ditch me in minutes?"
"I will not allow that situation to happen, at least not within these three years. So anyone else can leave, but she cannot."
"Not only will I not let her go, but I will also watch her and have people guard her. Once you are dishonest, she, and her family, will bear the pain of betraying me."
Although he said and did this, it was cruel.
But Zhan Bei Jue had no choice.
Min'er's family was in too much debt. If he didn't take a risk, he would never be able to repay it even if he fought in the ring for the rest of his life.
When they returned that evening, both of them were in low spirits, and her father came out to cause trouble.
"What's going on? Didn't we already pay Lao Pan three million? Why are there so many more people outside?"
"They look familiar. They must be sent by Lao Pan! Tell me, did you make any private deals with him?"
"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to sell us out?"
Min'er really wished she could pour a bottle of wine on him and choke him to death. Why was such trash her father?!
"They're here for you, afraid you'll run away because you can't repay your debts. What does A Shen have to do with it? Ungrateful!"
"A Shen is leaving tomorrow, going to China. If you don't control your temper, who will take care of you in the future!"
Her father suddenly looked a little flustered.
"He's leaving? Going to China? What for?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
"How can it not have to do with me? Didn't you say he wanted to pursue you and treat you well in the future? He's going to be my son-in-law, and he's just leaving like that. What about you?"
Min'er felt disgusted and too lazy to look at him, deliberately provoking him.
"Don't you want money? Without a five-million-yuan betrothal gift, you wouldn't let him touch me, right? He doesn't want me anymore..."
"That won't do! How can you go back on your word like that? You two spent the night together yesterday!"
Her father was very agitated. He quickly dropped the wine bottle and grabbed Zhan Bei Jue.
"You're not allowed to leave. If you don't repay the debt and take Min'er away, you're not allowed to leave. You can't break your promise!"
Min'er seized the opportunity to negotiate with her father.
"I told you he's broke. If you keep talking about repaying the debt like this, you'll only scare him further away."
"Then I won't say it anymore, won't say it anymore. Don't leave. You two get married now, exchange rings. You are my son-in-law, you can't leave. Hurry!"
Saying that, he took off a turquoise ring he had worn for more than ten years and stuffed it into Zhan Bei Jue.
"Put it on. According to the ancient Chinese customs, perform the ceremony. After bowing, you two will be husband and wife. You're not allowed to run away. Hurry!"
"Min'er, kneel! Quickly, kowtow!"
Although she had always hated her father and wished he would die quickly, at this moment, Min'er was grateful to him.
Zhan Bei Jue was about to leave, and he might really never come back. Deep down, she also yearned for some security.
She looked at Zhan Bei Jue with bright eyes. Zhan Bei Jue seemed to sense her feelings.
He took the ring and knelt down with a thud.