Amid the crazy celebrations of the Houston Rockets, Lin Feng returned to Germany with excitement and regret.

At this time, the World Cup in Germany has entered the second round of the group stage, and the competition is getting better. However, Lin Feng did not pay too much attention and did not deliberately place bets to win money. To win, he had to wait until after the knockout rounds. Now, still

Have a good time watching the football.

"Hey, Lin Feng, what's wrong? Sacchi, who you finally poached with great difficulty, was poached by Real Madrid. Tsk, tut, tut, Lin Feng, what happened to you this time? How could someone take such a big advantage?

, being poached? This is not like you." Suleiman met Lin Feng at the stadium, with a look of ridicule on his face.

Lin Feng glared at Suleiman angrily. This guy was really merciless. It seemed that his inner dissatisfaction was accumulating over time.

"Suleiman, if you are so aggrieved, why don't you give me your Capello?" Lin Feng smiled.

Suleiman groaned.

"I think Mourinho is also good. Why don't you let your Mourinho go to the Chinese national football team? I think that way your national team will really be saved!" Suleiman said with a twist of his mind.

Lin Feng smiled.

"That won't work for Mourinho. He was born to belong to the Premier League. Besides, if he leaves, how can he conquer your opponents?" Lin Feng is a talkative man who doesn't forgive others.

Suleiman's face was dark.

"Just wait, my West Ham United will definitely defeat your Tottenham Hotspur this year and win the Premier League championship!" Suleiman clenched his fist.

"Well, let's wait and see. Without you as a challenger, I will find the Premier League boring. Come on, let me take some pressure!" Lin Fengxiao said.

Suleiman's eyes widened and he stared at Lin Feng for a long time. Finally, he waved his hands angrily and turned to leave. He didn't want to talk to Lin Feng anymore. It was too irritating to talk to this guy. His mouth was not as sharp as Lin Feng's.

Arguing with this guy is simply humiliating yourself.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and watched Suleiman leave.

"Boss, this Fatty Su is really hateful. He is specifically looking for trouble for us. It's so annoying." Lin Chiling muttered at the side, her voice was quite low, and she spoke in English, which was meant for Suleiman to listen to.

Fatty Su! Suleiman's face jumped a few times, his fists clenched, and finally he left angrily. You guys, if you dare to call me Fatty Su, wait, I will make you look good.

"Zhiling, look, Fatty Su is so angry that his whole body is shaking. You have to know that fat people are prone to the three high blood pressures (high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar). If you get angry,

Let me see what you can use to compensate for other people's medical expenses." Lin Feng joked.

Lin Chiling pouted and shrugged. I saw that she looked pitiful and pitiful.

"Okay, stop being weird, let's go and walk around. Germany is usually a bleak country with no life at all. Only now can we truly appreciate the essence of the German nation. Let's go and have fun!

"Lin Feng waved his hand and led Lin Chiling and others into the fanatical World Cup atmosphere in Munich.

For several days, Lin Feng took Lin Chiling and others to visit various cities in Germany, enjoying the enthusiasm of the World Cup and the tranquility of small towns in Germany. Amidst the hustle and tranquility, there was a different kind of harmonious beauty.

Time passed day by day, and the World Cup finally entered the knockout rounds.

"Huh, Lin, I will definitely beat you this time! I will!" Mourinho had two dark circles on his face and looked tired. Obviously, Mourinho was very tired during this period. Witnessing Mourinho

Lin Feng felt very guilty when Neo was so miserable. It was all because of his own bet that Mourinho was like this.

"Haha, Jose, this is just a game, just for fun. Don't take it too seriously." Lin Feng chuckled.

Mourinho glared at Lin Feng angrily, "Game, then you made 35,000 pounds in your first game. Is this still a game? Isn't this forcing him to work hard?"

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly. This was something he was comfortable with at the beginning. It was rare for him to have a big upset, so naturally he couldn't miss it. If he missed it, it would be like a thunderbolt. Besides, there weren't too many upsets in this World Cup, unlike in 2002.

In the 2016 World Cup, Japan and South Korea created the biggest surprise, with constant upsets. This time, there were too few upsets, so Lin Feng naturally couldn't miss it. Who could have expected that it would give Mourinho such a big stimulus.

Lin Feng was helpless and just sighed. This was really speechless.

"Today is Portugal vs. Netherlands, what do you think?" Mourinho asked.

Portugal played the Netherlands, and Lin Feng couldn't remember the result. But Lin Feng knew that the German team defeated Portugal in this World Cup and won the third place. However, this bet has three options: win, lose, draw. Even if it is a knockout match. In

Within 90 minutes, the team has three choices: win, lose, draw. How should you choose?

"José, how do you choose?" Lin Feng asked.

"The Netherlands had 2 wins and 1 draw in the group stage. Van Persie, Robben, and Kuyt formed a trident, and they were in good shape. But Portugal is my homeland, and I still choose Portugal!" Mourinho said with a sigh, "So I decided to

With 32,000 pounds in hand, I will buy all of it for Portugal!"

Lin Feng was speechless. He was also optimistic about Portugal, but this was still a bet. However, this bet was based on the total amount of money staked after the final World Cup, so there was nothing wrong with a game since both sides had the same view.

"How much do you bet?" Mourinho asked.

"Haha, I haven't played recently, and I still have 45,000 pounds in my hand. Well, in order to prevent both of us from losing everything and being unable to decide the winner, I'll just keep 44,000 pounds and keep 1,000 pounds." Lin

Feng chuckled.

"You also bet on Portugal?" Mourinho was stunned.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Of course, although the Netherlands performed well in this competition, Portugal is not bad either. We at Tottenham have three people selected for the national team. The Netherlands only has one Robben. From an emotional point of view, I also want to support Portugal.

." Lin Feng chuckled.

Mourinho rolled his eyes. This is a bit shameless. He beat Portugal, and Lin Feng also beat Portugal. He also kept 1,000 pounds. If Portugal tied or lost, Lin Feng would definitely win. Originally, Mourinho

I thought that Lin Feng would beat the Netherlands. After all, the Netherlands performed really well in this cup and looked like a king. But who would have expected that Lin Feng would beat Portugal just like him.

But this is Lin Feng’s choice, and Mourinho can’t say anything. Just watch the game!

The result of the game was no surprise. Portugal won 1:0 in the end, but the scene was extremely difficult. A total of 16 yellow cards and 4 red cards appeared in the entire game, setting a record for red and yellow cards in a single game in the history of the World Cup. Originally, everyone

The anticipated battle was suddenly turned into an extremely ugly match. This really made everyone sigh.

"It's so ugly! This is simply a disgrace to football!" Mourinho shook his head. This game was played to the point where there was almost a foul every minute. Can you still watch this game? This is simply uglier than a middle school football game.

"Okay, okay, just win. The pre-match odds are 1.45 to 1. Calculating it like this, Jose, you now have 46,400 pounds! I have **80,000 pounds. Hehe, why?

Come on, come on!" Lin Feng's calculator buzzed and came up with a result.

Mourinho pouted, this is really disturbing.

"Fuck! Fuck, this game is too ugly! Fuck! Fuck!" As soon as they walked out of the box door, they heard a burst of curses.

The two of them looked back and saw Suleiman walking out with a gloomy look on his face.

"Hey, Suleiman, why did you lose the bet?" Lin Feng chuckled.

Suleiman glared at Lin Feng angrily. He was optimistic about the Netherlands before, of course, mainly because he hated Portugal. There are three Tottenham players in Portugal, and Mourinho is also Portuguese, so he is even more

He hated it. So he bought 100,000 pounds to bet that the Netherlands would win. As a result, the Netherlands lost so ugly, which made him so angry that he wanted to buy all 11 players of the Dutch team, then reprimand them severely, and then

Sell ​​them.

Anyone can lose, not Portugal! Although this 100,000 pounds is nothing to Suleiman, it feels uncomfortable to lose with this tone. Especially when he meets Lin Feng when he goes out after losing, he feels even more unhappy.

"Haha, Suleiman, we just won a small victory. How about we have some fun next time." Lin Feng raised his eyebrows. Lin Feng remembered that during the football match of the 2004 Athens Olympics, he never

Suleiman won tens of millions of dollars here. It felt so good. Although the money was nothing to Lin Feng, the feeling was very good.

Suleiman snorted. Naturally, he also remembered the trauma in his heart. It was disgusting that Lin Feng had won him so much money. Of course, for Suleiman, money was nothing. The important thing was that he lost with this tone.

It made him unhappy and cast a shadow on him.

"What, are you scared?" Lin Feng chuckled.

"Afraid? I'm not afraid. But it's boring to play alone. I'll call someone else and we can all play together." Suleiman said with a groan.

"Okay, then you have made an appointment and give me a call." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Hmph, just wait! But remember to prepare more money, so you don't have to take off your pants when you lose." Suleiman snorted, turned and left.

Lin Feng laughed.

"Lin, are you really sure? Although you have money, I heard that you don't have enough cash now, and the most important thing for these wealthy Arab businessmen is cash!" Mourinho said with a frown. Although he was just a man

He is a Premier League football coach, but he has also witnessed Suleiman's lavish spending in recent years. Lin Feng invested in Tottenham and spent a lot of money in the first year, but then Lin Feng did not spend a lot of money again. And Suleiman

Different, hundreds of millions of pounds are spent every year to buy people. They are bought according to Capello's requirements. Although a lot of money is wasted, it also proves that Suleiman has strong financial resources.

This is a big bet, and Mourinho is worried about Lin Feng. After all, although there is an element of technical analysis in football betting, it is mostly luck. After all, the football game itself is uncontrollable. As a coach, he

It couldn't be clearer.

What if Lin Feng loses miserably?
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