After ending the call, Chu Yang fell into deep thought.

Shen Nansheng is not a particularly prominent name, but he is very likely a hidden tycoon.

In short, befriending this kind of person can save him a lot of effort in starting a business.

He was well-versed in various investment trends, and Shen Nansheng could make a fortune in no time by simply pointing to where to invest.

Even some long-term upward-trending investments can generate profits without any effort.

Although Chu Yang could manage on his own, he didn't want to waste his time on it.

With a big shot like Shen Nansheng leading the charge, he only needs to give instructions from behind and then sit back and happily wait for his share of the profits.

"No rush. Partners are very important. We need to observe this one further."

"There are only three days left until the second round of football lottery draws. When I get the money, I'll buy a few houses that were demolished as compensation."

…

"We can talk about other things another day, but first, please place a few bets for me!"

Inside the villa, after finishing his phone call with Chu Yang, Shen Nansheng immediately contacted his friends in Australia.

There are many betting odds for the World Cup, ranging from distant Europe and North America to nearby Australia.

Macau is the only region in China where sports betting is legal. With such a grand event as the World Cup, sports betting there is naturally booming.

"Haha, Mr. Shen has already lost over a million, and you're still playing?" the person on the other end laughed.

"Fa Zai, stop talking nonsense. There are still two games left today. Tell me the odds. I want to bet on the score in the national team's game!" Shen Nansheng said.

In the match between Brazil and China, the odds of China winning are very high, and Brazil is even giving up a two-and-a-half-goal handicap. But who would dare to bet on China to win?

However, even if you bet on Brazil to win, the odds are only 1.1, meaning you only make 10 yuan out of 100 yuan, and that's only if Brazil wins by more than two and a half goals.

However, the match between Italy and Croatia was different; Chu Yang predicted that Italy would suffer a surprising defeat by a small margin.

Italy is favored by one goal in this match, so a narrow defeat would likely result in a draw.

It wasn't that Shen Nansheng truly believed Chu Yang's deduction.

But he knew that there were some people in this world who were incredibly lucky and blessed by God.

Even if you keep such a person by your side as a lucky charm, they can help you avoid all the pitfalls on your path.

Shen Nansheng felt that Chu Yang was that kind of person.

So who cares if it's reasonable or not!

"The Chinese national football team guessed the score correctly, odds of 3!" Fa Zai said.

"Bet 500,000 for 4-0! Bet another 500,000 for 5-0!"

"Mr. Shen, you have great courage! What about the Italy game? Win 1.3, draw 4, lose 8, the odds for the score are 5. Italy is giving a one-goal handicap."

"Okay, bet 1 million on a negative ratio! Bet 500,000 on a 0:1 ratio, then bet another 500,000 on a 1:2 ratio!"

Fa Zai exclaimed, "Damn it, Mr. Chen! The Chinese national team's game was relatively reasonable, but Italy's is a bit far-fetched. Do you think Italy will lose?"

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Sending them money for spinach is no problem.

Fa-zai didn't say much. After seeing the payment notification, he quickly arranged for Shen Nansheng to place the bet.

Not long after, Shen Nansheng received notification of his successful bet.

He smiled slightly, sat down on the sofa in the hotel's presidential suite, and slowly lit a cigar.

Then I turned on the TV and tuned to the World Cup channel.

Just then, the match between Italy and Croatia began.

…

Has it started?

When Chu Chunrong returned from work, she didn't even have time to put down her bag before she hurriedly asked...

"It's over, Italy lost." I turned off the TV.

"I'm asking about the national football team!" Old Chu turned the TV back on.

Chu Yang laughed and said, "Dad, if you want to be in a good mood, I advise you not to watch it."

"What do you know, kid? This is the first time the Chinese national football team has played in Asia, and we, the fans, need to support them!" Old Chu sat down in front of the TV.

"Stop looking at this, go study!"

Chu Yang shrugged and was about to go upstairs when the landline rang again.

This time it wasn't Su Lingxue, nor Shen Nansheng, but Han Dachun.

"Chu Yang, it's the weekend tomorrow, let's meet up at the foot massage parlor!"

"Da Chun, stop joking. We high school seniors don't have weekends."

"No, you promised to treat me!"

"The lottery hasn't been drawn yet."

When will the lottery be drawn?

"On the 11th, I'll take you to not only foot massage parlors, but also nightclubs."

"Okay, you're the one who's bragging!"

"That's a real exaggeration; you're not smart enough to be fooled."

"hey-hey……"

After hanging up the phone, Tony Fang suddenly appeared from behind.

He said quietly, "What foot massage parlor? What nightclub?"

Chu Yang was startled and quickly said, "Well, it was Da Chun calling. You know that kid isn't very bright, I was just teasing him."

"Really?" Tony asked, his face full of doubt.

"Of course, how could your son, who is excellent in both character and academics, go to a place like that?" Chu Yang said with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

Tony Fang stared at him for a while, then warned, "Study hard, and don't go fooling around with me."

"Okay!" Chu Yang was about to go upstairs.

But then the landline rang again.

Tang Wenfang glanced at it: "How about I let you hold the phone while you sleep?"

Chu Yang smiled helplessly.

Fortunately, the call wasn't for him.

After arriving at his room upstairs, he sat down at his desk, focused his mind, took out Li Qingshu's English notes, and quickly got into study mode.

I could hear Old Chu cursing and swearing downstairs every now and then.

"Damn it, why don't you guys dribble the ball into the opponent's goal instead!"

"Garbage! Garbage! What kind of rubbish is that!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Go! Shoot! Good! ...Damn, it hit the goalpost!"

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