Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 776: Real Winners

Mr. Ou shrugged. "We had some clues. A few old maps. A bit of history. Nothing confirmed... until now."

Meng Nanhao clenched his fists. His face turned red with anger.

"You tricked us! You set us up!"

Ou Lin laughed. "Did we? Or did you just bet without checking the cards?"

"You made us chase a fake prize!" Meng Nanhao shouted.

But no more words came. His throat felt tight. All his confidence from earlier was gone.

Mr. Ou looked at the crowd of reporters, who were now swarming closer with cameras and microphones.

"Let me be clear," Mr. Ou said, adjusting his tie, "we didn’t force anyone to do anything. We simply... gave the Meng family some breathing room. We took the land they thought was useless. Now it turns out, the ’prize’ they won is nothing but a historical site."

"And by law," Ou Lin added, grinning widely, "no construction can happen there. At least not for many, many years."

Meng Qingshan felt dizzy.

"All that money... wasted," he muttered. "All that planning... ruined."

Meng Nanhao glared at the Ou family. "Don’t get too happy. This isn’t over."

"Oh, but it is," Ou Lin said with a wink. "And let’s not forget... You made a bet. One billion yuan, wasn’t it?"

The reporters gasped again.

"Oh my gosh, that’s right," one whispered. "He did say it."

"I have it on video," another said. "He said it was as clear as day."

Mr. Ou turned to the reporters. "Well, we expect the payment to be made soon. I’m sure the Meng family is as honorable as they claim."

Meng Qingshan looked like he might collapse.

"We need to get out of here," he muttered.

But the reporters wouldn’t let them leave so easily.

"Mr. Meng, please pay up before leaving."

"Yes! You can’t leave without transferring the money!"

Meng Qingshan was furious, but he could only swallow the humiliation and motioned to Meng Nanhao to transfer the money.

Meng Nanhao gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and sent the 1 billion yuan to Ou Lin, who flashed him a sweet smile and patted his back.

"Brother, you are truly a man for keeping your word."

Meng Nanhao, not wanting to back down, glared at Ou Lin,

"Oh? So what if you won? You don’t have the money to start the development. I bet you have invested all the money to buy West River Land. The Meng family will make sure that no bank lends you money."

Ou Lin chuckled and shook his head,

"That is where you are wrong, brother. You see, we still have 40.85 billion yuan."

Meng Nanhao was confused.

But before he could understand Ou Lin’s profound words, a gasp attracted his attention.

Meng Qingshan, not being able to endure the provocation, clutched his chest and fainted.

"Dad!" Meng Nanhao was alarmed.

.........

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the soft rustle of the curtain as it swayed with the air conditioning.

Meng Qingshan lay on the white hospital bed, pale and tired. His eyes slowly opened, blinking against the bright ceiling lights.

"Dad! You’re awake!" Meng Nanhao grabbed his father’s hand, relief flooding his voice.

Meng Qingshan gave a faint nod, his face still weak.

He looked at his son, his eyes full of pain, less from his body and more from the humiliation they had suffered.

"Dad," Nanhao said quickly, "don’t worry. We’re going to fix this. The Ou family is bluffing. They must be lying. There’s no way they still have the money. They played tricks, that’s all. We can expose them!"

But Meng Qingshan slowly shook his head. "No... they’re not bluffing."

"What? But... how do you know?"

Meng Qingshan’s voice was hoarse, but clear.

"Because I just remembered something. That land we bought—the South Land—it originally belonged to the Ou family."

Nanhao’s eyes widened. "What?! But I thought it was sold by a private, unknown buyer?"

"That’s what the documents said," Meng Qingshan said, sighing.

"But now it makes sense. The buyer was fake. It was just a front—probably a shell company under their name. They made it look like a third party was selling it, but it was them the whole time."

His fingers curled slightly over the blanket.

"They waited years for the right time. Then they created the perfect illusion. A bidding war.

They let us ’win’ the prize they had carefully prepared—a cursed land with an ancient tomb under it. A land that cannot be touched."

"Then they took the money," he added bitterly, "and used our own bid amount to snatch the West River Land right from under our noses."

Nanhao sat down, stunned. "So... they didn’t just beat us. They passed us a bomb. Took our money. And got what they really wanted."

His jaw clenched. "Scheming devils..."

"They planned every step," Qingshan muttered. "Xiaoxiao’s ’carelessness,’ the fake bidding, the mysterious seller... all of it."

There was silence for a moment. Then Nanhao’s hands tightened into fists.

"It was her," he said quietly. "Ou Xiaoxiao. She acted like her brother had left the proposal by mistake. Acted like she was just careless... but she was planting clues."

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"She made me think I outsmarted her," Nanhao continued, voice shaking with rage. "She knew I’d take the bait. She used me."

His voice grew louder.

"She made me drag you into this mess. I gave you false hope. And she—she just smiled and watched us fall."

Qingshan looked at his son. "I don’t blame you. They would’ve fooled anyone. This... this level of planning... even I didn’t see it coming."

"I did," Nanhao whispered. "But I didn’t want to admit it. I thought I was smarter."

There was silence again, the only sound was the soft hum of the hospital machines.

Then Nanhao stood up suddenly. "I’m going to find her."

Qingshan turned his head slightly. "And what will you do?"

"I don’t know," he said. "But I can’t let her walk away like this. She needs to answer me! Damn her!"

Meng Qingshan didn’t stop him. He simply closed his eyes again.

.........

Ou Xiaoxiao was waiting for the good news when her phone buzzed, and a message from an unknown number came,

"Stay away from her, if you want to continue to live a good life."

Attached was the photo of a girl. Ou Xiaoxiao clicked to download it, but before she could see the photo, Meng Nanhao called her.

Ignoring the photo, she answered and asked in an excited voice,

"Nanhao, did you win the bidding? Congratulations!"

Ou Xiaoxiao’s words were like a knife to his heart. Meng Nanhao gritted his teeth and asked coldly,

"Is it fun Ou Xiaoxiao? Is it fun to toy with me?"

"Nanhao, what do you mean? I don’t understand!" Ou Xiaoxiao said anxiously.

Just before Meng Nanhao could answer her, the same number that had sent her the message called her, too.

Feeling anxious and worried, Ou Xiaoxiao said,

"Wait a minute, I have an important call to attend. I will call you back."

With that, she hung up and dialed the unknown number with shaking hands.

Once the call was connected, a robotic voice sounded,

"Did you see the photo?"

"Yes, I did! Is there anything else?" Ou Xiaoxiao asked in an irritated tone.

There was a pause on the other end for a few minutes before the robotic voice said coldly,

"Ou Xiaoxiao, be careful. If you dare to mess up, not only me but you will be implicated too! Your current life is thanks to the exchange."

Ou Xiaoxiao gulped in fear,

"Yes. Sorry. I was just anxious."

Then she lied without any hesitation,

"I have seen the photo and won’t let her near me."

"Good." The robotic voice was satisfied.

After the call was hung up, Ou Xiaoxiao patted her chest and muttered,

"I will see it later. I need to talk with Meng Nanhao."

With that, she called him again. Once the call was connected, Meng Nanhao sneered,

"What? Were you celebrating your victory?"

"Eh? Nanhao, please don’t talk like that. Tell me what had happened." Ou Xiaoxiao asked in a small voice.

"First, watch the news." Meng Nanhao instructed.

Ou Xiaoxiao stared at the TV screen, her hands trembling slightly.

The news broadcast was in full swing. Footage from the bidding war played over and over again, Ou Lin’s smirk, Mr. Ou’s speech, the camera flashing, the reporters shouting.

And then came the moment where Meng Nanhao, standing rigid with rage, confirmed the one-billion-yuan bet. It was public. It was real. It was humiliating.

She turned the volume down and pressed the phone tightly to her ear. "Nanhao... how... how is this possible?" she whispered.

His voice on the other end was like ice. "So now you’re pretending not to know? You were part of it, weren’t you?"

"I wasn’t!" she cried. "I swear, Nanhao, I didn’t know anything!"

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