"Who?" Louis Lehman pretended to be stupid. He had not been idiot in public to admit that he had sent someone to follow Yang Cheng.

"It's okay, a slip of the tongue." Yang Cheng waved his hand perfunctorily.

"Is this Mr. Anthony Arnault? I am Louis Lehman." Louis Lehman walked around Yang Cheng and reached out to Anthony.

"Hello, Mr. Lehman, call me Anthony." There are no people living in this circle who are not hypocritical. No matter how you don't like someone, you have to do your superficial skills.

"Playing and plopping..." Hamandan clapped his hands.

"The competition is about to begin, who wants to play? I'll be a banker." Hamandan is not referring to betting at a bookmaker, but a bet in his own box.

"I'm the one, how do you play?" The director of Volkswagen Group was the first to respond.

"I'll play, too." Sam Branson raised his hand.

"And I."

...

After a while, everyone in the box joined in, all of whom were not short of money, and the Dubai crown prince was the banker, so he was just a little gambling to enjoy the fun.

"Okay, then we will bet on the winner. Brazil will pay 1.5 yuan, Germany will pay 2 yuan, and the minimum bet is 5 million US dollars, without a limit." Hamandan walked to the center of the box and told the players the rules of the game.

Obviously, from the odds point of view, Hamandan is optimistic about Brazil's winning. In fact, the handicaps opened by major bookmakers for this game are also optimistic about Brazil, for three reasons:

First, Brazil occupies the host power;

Second, although the star Neymar left the field for a serious injury in the last game and said goodbye to the World Cup, the world's strongest central defender group was on the back line. Superstars such as William and Oscar often had the shining performance of riding alone at critical moments;

Third, there is no superstar in this German team. The players have just ended the European battle this summer and rushed to Brazil without stopping. They are exhausted until now. On the contrary, many Brazilian players play in their own leagues and have a slight advantage in physical reserves. Don’t underestimate this impact, but they are the key factors that can determine the direction of the game.

Hamandan is naturally not stupid. He was just discussing with professionals from the bookmakers. It doesn’t matter if he pays less for everyone to be happy, but if the compensation is too big, he can’t keep a good mood.

"Yes, simple! Exciting! I'll give you 10 million, Brazil won." This time, Sam Branson took the lead and set the tone for the bet. After signing the check, he tore it off and handed it to the staff responsible for the record.

In the stadium, the atmosphere was fired to the highest point because the Brazilian team came out.

The expensive private room seems to have lost its sound insulation effect. The sound of mountains and thunders hits everyone's eardrums. How can the irritable and manic atmosphere not make people feel excited?

Sure enough, several second-generation people's heads were hot and their adrenaline soared, and they all wrote checks of 10 million or 20 million. For top dandy, they just live in a mood. If they lose $120 million, they will lose. At worst, they can go back and ask their dad for it.

So far, the highest bet was a black man, $25 million. Yang Cheng didn't know him. According to Anthony, he was a certain African ** valve, with more than 10 gold and diamond mines under his command, and he had a very good relationship with Cartier.

"MD, I'm richer than me." Yang Cheng was envious and jealous.

"Hamtan, Harry and I each score 5 million. Brazil won, and it is not as good as you tycoons." Prince William raised his glass to everyone with a self-deprecating look.

Just listen to this, who will take it seriously? As one of the only remaining members of the royal family in the world who still holds real power, William represents the last noble glory of the Empire of the Sun never sets, and his status cannot be measured by wealth. Besides, who would think that the British royal family really has no money?

The treasures that the British snatched from the Old Summer Palace were enough for them to eat for hundreds of years, not to mention that the Windsor family has inherited the wealth accumulated by many generations of dynasties over the past few centuries, and the wealth of its foundation is really beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Everyone cooperated with kindness and smiled, David Beckham continued to join in the fun, "I'll give you 5 million, but I'll bet Germany won..."

Yang Cheng looked at Beckham in surprise and joked, "David, is it really good if you support your mortal enemy in front of William and Harry?"

"Ha ha..."

Laughing...

Sam Branson smiled very happily. Young people liked the funniest. This atmosphere was what carnival should be. I was beaten too seriously by those old men before.

Beckham smiled bitterly and joked with himself as if he was wronged, "I have to live a life when I go home. If I lose Vicky, I won't make me live a better life. Anyway, I'm retired, and my wife is more important than my mortal enemy."

"Hahaha..."

There was another burst of laughter. Westerners especially liked this self-deprecating tone. Speaking of self-deprecating, who can be as good as Damimi's level? The stinky feet are all broken. By the way, her husband couldn't stand it because Damimi's feet smelly, right? Haha... the public relations draft at that time should have been written like this, "The night meeting Wang Ou is to discuss the health of the actress's feet." After saying this, it became very high immediately, much more credible than the tm research script!

There is also Xiaolu cheating, and that fart 1 is also stupid, but he has no self-destructive spirit. For example, if he is sick in his lower body and his family is not around, Xiaolu fulfills his responsibilities as a sister and takes care of him who is sick with his own warmth all night. How good is this? It has suddenly risen to the moral commanding heights, and netizens can't find any fault! Mr. Jia also has a step to go down. Everyone is satisfied and everyone is happy!

I'm drunk too, I almost wrote a novel into a public relations article...

Yang Cheng just made a joke, but led the 'war' to himself, "jason, don't just bet on David's jokes, you haven't placed a bet yet."

The person who spoke was Prince William. He had a good relationship with Beckham and his wife. He spoke at this time and wanted to stand up for the couple. After all, the couple had the lowest status in this box.

Of course, it was not deliberately targeting Yang Cheng, as the joke was even more serious.

"Hey... Louis and I have a little misunderstanding. You guys play with you, let's play alone, how about it? Louis?"

In order to dig this pit, Yang Cheng endured it for more than a week, and he couldn't hold it in his arms. His book friends were about to revolt!

The private room suddenly became quiet, and the air instantly stagnated for one tenth of a second.

The Brazilian national anthem began to be played in the venue, and the audience stood up and sang a chorus.

"Why not? I am a Brazilian, so I naturally support Brazil to win." Louis cleverly seized the opportunity and chose the side with a greater advantage in theory. As for his excuse to say that he is a Brazilian, he can be regarded as a wind in his ears and blown over. The Lehman family immigrated from Switzerland.

Yang Cheng felt regretful on the surface, but she was already happy in her heart, "Okay, then I will suppress Germany, how many do you do?"

"How much do you give?" Louis Lehman had his own small plan. He didn't want to bet. He wanted Yang Cheng's promise to help them acquire Hershey, that is, the promise to let Catherine Kane stand on Lehman's side. Moreover, he needed lotte to give up competing with Lehman for Hershey shares.

If he can perform well in this Hershey merger case, it will help him inherit the family business as soon as possible. He is not like Yang Cheng, who is the only son in the family and has no competitors. He is more than Lehman's only one.

Louis was uneasy in playing cards, which made Yang Cheng hesitant. At first, he had the confidence to win the bet, but judging from Lehman's calm performance, this guy seemed to be prepared. Could it be that Lehman wanted to control the game?

This idea suddenly popped up like moss after the rain. Yang Cheng felt a little sad. No, this is the World Cup semi-finals, and the focus of the whole world is here. It is not 2002. At that time, information dissemination was not smooth, and Fangzi dared to blatantly fake it. Even if fans from other countries knew about it, it would be a day or two that there was no channel to vent, and it was finally left alone.

But now it is 2014, and Chinese and Western social platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, Weibo are extremely popular. If a scandal of Brazil's World Cup manipulation game broke out at this time, there is no need to wait for the Olympics two years later, and the Brazilian government can declare bankruptcy.

It is impossible to comfort myself in my heart, but reality tells him that not to mention Louis Lehman, the local snake, even Yang Cheng has many ways to affect the trend of the game, and major gambling groups are among the best. They use all kinds of methods for profit, bribing referees, buying players, and even drugging key players. These methods are common.

Thinking about this, Neymar was directly killed in the last game. You should know that before that, Brazil has always been at the top of the World Cup odds issued by major markets, and public opinion is also biased towards Brazil's regaining the World Cup in the local area. If the script is really followed, the bookmakers will not even lose their pants.

When I think of the bloody 1:7 in my previous life, I think about it very terrifyingly.

Yang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the referee had already blew the whistle to the start of the game. Yang Cheng glanced at Louis Lehman who was watching the game nervously. If he remembered correctly, the German team scored a goal shortly after the game started, and then it was unstoppable and beat Gula to resolve the battle. In this way, even if Louis Lehman had any arrangements, it would not be too late to save it. It was impossible to arrange for the referee to blew a penalty kick in a row.

"It's only 30 million, right?" Yang Cheng suddenly said and reported the numbers.

Everyone present was stunned. It seemed that the conflict between Yang Cheng and Louis Lehman was not just a misunderstanding.

"So courageous?" Louis Lehman had a self-deprecating smile on his face, which was actually disgusting, and a faint contempt was hidden in his eyes.

As Yang Cheng expected, Louis Lehman did tamper with this game, with the purpose of making Yang Cheng lose the bet, but he could not get any cash. At that time, he took the opportunity to make his request, and Yang Cheng would not agree.

"Tell me a number." Yang Cheng shrugged and looked towards the field. At the beginning of the game, the two sides slowly accelerated the pace after a few simple tests of offense and defense exchanges.

"50 million!" Louis Lehman made a loud noise, shouting 50 million was like shouting 50 million.

"My sister... did your beautiful knife grow from the ground?" Yang Cheng cursed in his heart.

"Mr. Lehman and Jason, what misunderstandings do you think? There will always be a solution for so many people here. Don't be hurt by the harmony." Anthony saw that the two of them had a real fire and was worried that Yang Cheng would suffer a loss, so he stood up and wanted to smooth things over.

"Anthony is not worried. This is my business with Jason. You don't want to interfere. Besides, if he doesn't have money, just say it, and I won't bother you." This is a nasty trick, and Anthony has nothing to say. If it were other small families, for Liu Yun's sake, it would be impossible for Anthony to help him down. The key is that the Lehman family is not a small family, and is one of the best in South America. Its strength is not as weak as the LVMH Group.

Having said that, if it was a small family, he wouldn't have to take action, Yang Cheng would be able to do it himself.

"Hmph...I'm not a small tone. Since that's the case, let's play bigger. If you want to bet, you'll bet 100 million. Don't regret losing. If you say so big, don't blame me for overturning the table if you can't afford it!" Yang Cheng responded without hesitation, and directly doubled the gambling money from Louis. His face was unsuspecting, making people who were not familiar with Yang Cheng sigh that this heir from the far mountain is still young.

"OK, it's a matter of determination. Please help your princes to testify." Yang Cheng's words were just in the same way as Louis's appetite, and he couldn't wait to settle the bet between the two.

Yang Cheng snorted coldly, took out his cell phone and sent several text messages to Hansen. At this moment, a few cheers of joy came from the private room, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked into the venue.

It turned out that the German team scored a goal.
Chapter completed!