Hut's suggestion was very important, and he had not thought of it for a moment.
"What about that side?"
Although this can be purchased in China, Alan wondered what if it would be hard to buy if used in large quantities?
You should always have a few more supply channels for yourself, right?
"Noodles? Can't we just get the wheat directly from India?"
Huth spoke freely about this, as India is a major grain exporter.
No matter how many people starve to death in their country every year, they are just low-caste two-legged sheep.
Whether before or after their independence, Britain has always been purchasing food from India, and its channels are very mature.
…
"???"
Is it that simple?
Several major issues were explained so simply by Hutt in just a few words that Alan no longer felt a sense of accomplishment.
Then he thought, if he wanted to make instant noodles with braised beef flavor, wouldn’t he still need beef?
but……
Just buying a cow should be enough, right?
A cow can last until the fucking 21st century.
That’s it. If you want to lower the price, why do you need beef?
"very good!"
Happy, Alan grabbed the little yellow cat that was pecking at his pen and scratched its little head with his thumb twice.
"twitter!"
…
The weather in Liverpool in early August was slightly dry.
A building covering a vast area in the suburbs, with a parking lot surrounded by a small courtyard on the outside, a three-story flat building with sexy pictures of beauties, chip roulettes, etc. painted on the walls.
This is an old casino that has been in business for decades and has an excellent reputation. Even veteran gamblers from other cities come here to "check in."
…
In the lobby on the second floor, a middle-aged man in a thin suit, with a cigarette in his mouth, laughed at the gamblers across from him who looked as if their parents had died.
"Hahaha, I won again! Anyone else want to play? Come on, someone stronger! Make me lose!"
As the middle-aged man was talking, he flicked the ash off the cigarette, then reached out and pulled the girl who had been with him the whole afternoon to his front. He arrogantly reached his left hand into the girl's hip skirt from below, rubbed it twice, picked up a few chips and stuffed them into the girl's clothes on her chest.
"Baby, this is a reward for you!"
"Thank you, sir."
"I'll play with you!"
The middle-aged man who was flirting with the girl next to him saw a young handsome guy passing by his table, stopped and spoke.
…
"Just you?"
Looking at the pretty boy in front of him, especially his inappropriate baggy suit and sneakers, the middle-aged man had some contempt in his eyes.
"Huh...are all British people like you? Without balls?"
The pretty boy looked at the middle-aged man's contemptuous expression, but he was not angry. He raised his right hand and hooked his fingers. The waiter behind him stood silently behind him with a tray.
Pointing to the chips on the tray, the young man said with a smile: "Is it enough?!"
"Enough! Haha, enough!"
When the middle-aged man saw the chips, his expression changed instantly. He smiled and stretched out his hand, inviting the pretty boy to sit down.
"Tsk... country bumpkin, if you have the guts, let's get a private room so I can play with you alone!"
…
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked at the pretty boy with some doubt. He was not a fool. As a small businessman, he was quite wealthy. Not only did he invest in several factories, he also had shares in a Manchester football team in the neighboring city!
He has seen many hooligans like this who approach him with ulterior motives at first glance!
…
Before the middle-aged man could question him, the pretty boy looked at him, gave him a contemptuous look, turned around and left without any hesitation!
But his unhesitating departure made the middle-aged man hesitant.
“Hey…wait!”
Seeing that the pretty boy with a small fortune was about to disappear from sight, the middle-aged man started calling for help, but the pretty boy seemed not to hear him and ignored him. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
But the middle-aged man was even more itchy now.
Gambler...
When luck is running good, no one would consider quitting.
Although every time before coming to the casino, the biggest thought in my mind is to just win one round and quit while I’m ahead!
But this kind of bullshit is just my thought before entering the casino. It changes after I enter!
He is in good luck today, having already won for the whole afternoon. Now is a good time to press on with his victory. Plus, that pretty boy has so many chips, he is itching to win!
After thinking for a moment, he stood up, asked his men to collect his chips, and turned to chase the pretty boy in front.
After walking through the long hall, the middle-aged man still didn't see the pretty boy. When he was about to give up, he saw the pretty boy and the waiter enter a private room, and there seemed to be other people following behind them.
…
"Fuck! Why are you running so fast? You! Get out of here, we made an agreement first, and all his chips are mine!"
The middle-aged man arrogantly chased to the door of the private room, pushed aside the "third party" following the pretty boy, and spoke first.
…
"Heh... you've caught up with me. Wait until I finish betting with him!"
The pretty boy now looked down on the middle-aged man and no longer cared about his chips. He called out to the person behind him and stopped him from leaving.
How can this be possible?
What if I lose?
Then the chips would have been won by someone else!
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "What are you waiting for? Your chips are not enough for me to win in one go. Let's play big! Do you dare?!"
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the pretty boy crossed his arms and said with disdain: "Big one? How do you play?"
…
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked around at the environment of the box. There was a large oval card table in the middle, and a row of sofas and wine tables on both sides. There was also a lounge and toilet inside.
The equipment is very complete.
Even if gamblers are impatient and want to change their luck here, there is room!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the TV in the corner.
The commentator was shouting the name of every player coming on the field, and every time a player was called, the audience stood up and cheered.
…
Football is as important to the British as drinking tea!
Even if there is no home team's game, football matches will be shown on TV on a daily basis. No matter which team it is, the atmosphere is what we want!
The middle-aged man was watching the game on TV. The uniforms of the two teams looked unfamiliar to him. He glanced at the logo in the upper right corner. Oh...
What a Welsh team match, what a bunch of losers!
The visiting team is Hyundai City, a team that is considered "strong" in Wales, while the home team is Connors Quay, a weak team at first glance.
Although it is called the Welsh First Division, but...
In the eyes of the middle-aged man, these two teams are not even as good as some youth teams in English League One.
Now that there is a competition, let’s bet on it. It is more random and exciting!
And it’s live broadcast!
…
Pointing at the TV, the middle-aged man said, "Let's bet on this. Do you want to play?"
"oh?"
The pretty boy was watching TV. Maybe because of poor eyesight, he walked a few steps closer and was able to clearly see the two teams entering the field on TV. His expression suddenly became hesitant.
"Heh... Dare you play a sentence?"
The middle-aged man saw that the pretty boy was a little hesitant, so he regained his arrogant attitude and started to provoke him.
"Play! Tell me how to play! I don't know these two teams."
…
The middle-aged man held back his laughter. Since he didn't know her, that would be easy. He pretended to be generous and said, "You choose first. Guess the win or loss, or the score!"
The middle-aged man pulled the girl who was following him with his left hand and hugged her in his arms. He then instructed the waiter to pile all his chips on the table, and signaled with his eyes to another gambler who had been standing at the door.
The gambler glared at the middle-aged man, closed the door and left without saying a word.
…
The pretty boy watched the middle-aged man's actions out of the corner of his eye without any expression. After hesitating for a while, the players of both teams finished taking the group photo. The referee had already asked the captains of both teams to stand in the middle and start guessing the sides.
"That's it, this Connors Pier team, I bet on them to win!"
The players of the Connors Pier team generally look tall and strong, and they look very reliable.
The middle-aged man was secretly delighted when he heard what the pretty boy said. Although this game was played at the home court of the Connors Pier team and they seemed to be very powerful, there was still a big gap between them and the visiting team, the Modern City team. He was almost certain to win this time!
"Okay then! I won't bully you, so I'll bet on Modern City to win. Do you see these chips?! I'm going all in!"
…
Seeing the young man's aura, the pretty boy seemed to regret it again. His aura seemed even weaker, and he was even a little hesitant.
"Do you still want to play? If you don't dare to play, get out. Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man continued to stimulate the pretty boy.
"Play! I'm all in too!"
The pretty boy seemed unable to bear the excitement and asked his waiter to put all the chips on the table.
"Hahaha! Good! Very good! I'll let you play half the game! I'll go in and rest for a while first!"
The middle-aged man's face was flushed and he was very excited. He hugged the girl in his arms and walked towards the lounge, ready to have an in-depth communication with the girl on the spot.
As for the chips on the table?
The waiter will be watching. The casino takes a commission, so no one dares to run away with the chips.
…
They said they would give the pretty boy one and a half games, but when the middle-aged man came out of the inner lounge with his trousers held up, the kick-off time had just passed less than ten minutes ago.
The pretty boy was sitting across from the card table, with his arms folded and a gloomy look on his face. When he saw the middle-aged man come out so quickly, he sneered.
This laugh made the middle-aged man who had just come out feel a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, the noisy sound on TV suddenly stopped, and then a uniform boo was heard again.
The visiting team scored a goal!
The team chosen by the middle-aged man took the lead!
Ignoring the sneer just now, the middle-aged man became cheerful again. He sat next to the pretty boy, crossed his legs, and just stared at him while shaking his legs.
"What's the big deal? In a football match, anything can happen until the last minute!"
The pretty boy was not panicked at all and didn't care about the middle-aged man's boasting.
…
But as time passed, the visiting team scored its second goal, and by halftime, the visiting team was leading by three goals!
Anyone who has played football knows that if you are behind by one goal, it’s not so bad. But if you are behind by two goals, you can still fight hard if you grit your teeth.
But if a team is three goals behind, most of them won’t have that kind of spirit!
This is the face of Welsh football. The team is not that good to begin with. We can't expect them to catch up...
It would be better to pray that a meteorite would fall and destroy the stadium.
…
During the intermission, the middle-aged man ordered a steak. While eating, he waved his left hand and deliberately said provocatively: "There is still an hour left. All your chips are mine. Just order whatever you want. It's my treat!"
"snort!"
The pretty boy's face turned even paler this time. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Guess the score, dare you? I'll raise the bet!"
"Oh? How do I add it?"
"I have a printing house in Liverpool, and I'm betting the whole thing!"
After thinking for a while, the pretty boy added: "Let's decide the winner with one bet! Do you dare?"
…
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the pretty boy next to him. Is he anxious because of losing?
Putting down his fork, taking down his napkin, and wiping his mouth, the middle-aged man said with some interest, "You were about to lose, and now you add these chips to decide the outcome!"
"I!"
The pretty boy's face turned red, and after thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "My father has an ice hockey club in the United States! I'll add this club to the list! Is that enough this time?"
Enough is definitely enough!
An ice hockey club, along with its venue, would cost at least hundreds of thousands or even close to a million pounds, which was not only enough, but also far more than the sum of all the chips on the table.
The middle-aged man was in a bit of a dilemma this time, as it was his turn to raise the bet.
If you want to reap rewards, you need to invest first!
…
"I happen to own shares in a football club, so I'll play with you!" The middle-aged man still hadn't lost his mind. He also owned a factory, but...
These factories are his fallback, so he doesn't dare to bet easily. Fortunately, he also has shares in a sports team, so he simply uses them as bargaining chips!
"Okay! Then I'll bet on one goal. Connors Pier will beat Modern City by one goal!"
After the middle-aged man confirmed that he would take out his shares to increase the bet, the pretty boy's words shocked the middle-aged man. He bet that Connors Pier team would win against Modern City team by one goal?
The away team was already leading 3-0 in the first half!
In the second half, the home team had to score four goals if they wanted to keep a clean sheet.
If the Connors Pier team had this ability, what did they do in the first half?
Isn't this crazy?
…
"Hahaha, I want to raise the bet even more!"
The middle-aged man decided to go all out. To be safe, he chose the conservative plan of the away team winning by two goals, but the two agreed that if they didn't guess correctly, they would still see who wins!
But this made the middle-aged man bolder and he took out another factory as an additional bet!
The two waiters called the casino staff to sign the agreement on the spot.
This is because they are afraid that the gambler will not admit it afterwards. They have a full set of agreements and notaries here, and can even help solve the customer's worries about lawyers!
…
At this time, in a hotel not far from the casino.
Old Carl sat leisurely on a lounge chair on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. A young man next to him leaned over and said, "Sir... everything has been arranged. There was a message from over there. They took the bait."
"Yeah... I understand."
This time, more than 30 people, together with a dozen outsiders, were involved in the scheme just to defraud a few shares. In old Carl's opinion, it was still too lenient.
but……
He has to do it. This is England, not Wales. For the sake of the young master's reputation, he has to restrain himself a little.