"He also bet two million on you," Li Xiye said mysteriously, lowering her voice and the brim of her hat. "My brother just said that once you're up there, you should make it look like you're losing at first, then pull off a comeback in every round. That way, fewer people will bet on you, and we'll win more."
"I get it, I get it." Zhou Chen flashed a knowing smile.
Just then, a loud horn sounded, announcing the contestants' entrance.
"Go for it, Zhou Chen! Whether I can get a new motorcycle is all up to you." Li Xiye clenched her fists to cheer him on.
Ten workstations stood on the massive stage, each laid out with different tools. They were all the personal Alchemy Tools of the various Alchemists, each set bursting with individual style. Only one workstation seemed out of place. It was stocked with the most basic of basic tools, no different from the crude equipment in a middle school chemistry lab.
