On the TV in the casino, as the halftime break ended, the two teams exchanged venues and the second half of the game began.

The middle-aged man looked at the lineups of the two teams in the second half and felt something was wrong.

Theoretically speaking, the away team was leading by three goals in the first half. In order to maintain stability in the second half, it was not impossible for them to change their formation and play a defensive counterattack.

But this kind of tactics is gradual. How can you make direct substitutions during the half-time break?

And the entire central axis players of the visiting team were replaced?

Hyundai City replaced the main striker who scored two goals in the first half, and the winger was also replaced with a tall and strong center forward.

The main midfielder was also replaced by a central defender.

From the traditional 4-4-2 formation in the first half, it changed to 5-4-1.

The home team, Connors Pier, also replaced three new players during the half-time break.

The two forwards moved to the side and another forward was substituted in. One midfielder was replaced and one was added, and one defender was withdrawn.

…

This extremely strange performance made the middle-aged man more and more uneasy as the whistle sounded in the second half.

On average, the home team Connors Pier would leisurely score a goal every ten minutes. With each goal scored, the cheers from the thousands of fans at the scene made the middle-aged man's face even gloomier.

The game on TV looked fine.

But the biggest problem is that there is no problem at all. The two teams played like a round-based game. In the first half, the away team attacked with all their might and the home team defended poorly. In the second half, the home team attacked with all their might and the away team defended poorly again.

Anyone who understands football can feel that this kind of routine is abnormal, but they just do it this way!

Moreover, the scene looked very exciting and the fight was very exciting.

People who don’t understand may think that although the overall level of Welsh football is low, they are brave and fighting.

Hold!

As the final whistle sounded, the extremely ironic score in the upper right corner of the TV screen made the middle-aged man so angry that he wanted to vomit blood - 4:3.

The home team, Connors Pier, actually scored four goals in the second half to overtake the score.

And what is the bet between the pretty boy and him?

If the home team wins by one goal, they win all!

What the fuck!

…

"You son of a bitch, you play dirty tricks!"

The middle-aged man already sensed something was wrong. Although he didn't know who the pretty boy was, he was able to influence the scores of the two teams in just ten minutes during halftime. His identity must be extraordinary!

Although the live broadcast on TV is the game of the Welsh team, the place under your feet now is Liverpool!

It’s still some distance from Wales!

…

"You should admit defeat. What? Do you still want to deny your debt?"

The pretty boy was not pleased either. He clapped his hands and asked the lawyer team waiting outside to come in and sign the transfer agreement on the spot.

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched as he looked at the transfer agreement in front of him. He felt unwilling, but he did not dare to cause trouble in this casino.

The two of them had agreed on a new bet in black and white during the half-time break. Now that the pretty boy has won, if he dares to default on his debt, he will not be able to leave the casino today.

He wrote his name on the transfer agreement with great reluctance. Other procedures would need to be followed and the lawyers from the casinos would go with him to handle them.

"Little white face, you are very good! Very good!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he stood up and wanted to open the door of the lounge to go in and vent his anger.

But before he could open the door, it was opened from the inside.

The girl who had been smiling at him all afternoon now had a cold look in her eyes and looked at him with her arms folded.

…

"you……"

Looking at her eyes, I saw the girl walk around him, go behind the pretty boy, and just look at him quietly.

The middle-aged man now felt a little chill in his heart. Is this girl also the other party's?

This is well prepared!

It seems that my good luck this afternoon was just an illusion. There is such a person standing behind me. If she is the insider, this...

Did those people who played cards with him deliberately lose money to him?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at the chips on the table that already belonged to the pretty boy, gritted his teeth and said inwardly: What a calculation!

So many people played with him for an entire afternoon, and it seemed like he won the entire afternoon, but in the end, not only did he have to pay back all his money with interest, he also lost all his shares in Manchester United and a factory!

…

"The room fee is mine. Oh, and that steak you just had is my treat. Thank you for your bet! Remember to go and handle the formalities later. I'm leaving now."

The pretty boy stood up and bent his left arm. The girl next to him consciously held the man's arm. The two of them left in a very casual manner, leaving only the other party's waiter in the private room to collect the chips.

"Hold!"

The middle-aged man could only shout harshly at the pretty boy's back.

…

As soon as the pretty boy walked out of the private room, the person waiting for him outside was the gambler who was pushed out by the middle-aged man before entering the private room in the afternoon.

"Inform the gentleman. It's all done. You stay and, after he leaves, spread the news that he has won a large sum of money."

"OK."

…

"Sir, it's done over there. All that's left for the other party to do is to complete the transfer procedures for the shares."

"Very good, you go down first and arrange for them to return to the United States."

Old Carl stood up, walked to the balcony, picked up his mobile phone and started to make the next arrangements.

Shares are just the first step. This kind of thing is out in the open. If you want to get it at a low price, the easiest way is to use this method.

Throughout history, both in China and abroad, gambling... is the best way to cheat people, no doubt about it!

These shares will eventually end up in the hands of the young master, so you have to be careful when doing things so as not to ruin the young master's reputation and let others say that his methods are dishonorable.

Now, Americans win shares by luck in the casino, and before leaving they sell the shares to someone who is willing to pay a high price. Is this reasonable?

As for the middle-aged man who lost his shares, did he think he was unlucky because he lost his shares?

Or is this the end of the matter?

…

All I can say is that he is too naive. In the first step, after completing all the formalities for getting the shares, he will find out that there are rumors that he won a large sum of money from a wealthy American businessman in the casino.

Step 2…

He would be discovered in an alley somewhere and die miserably.

It was that simple. He was killed by some thugs who were eyeing his wealth. His death was unclear.

In this way, old Carl will use the photo of the middle-aged man's tragic death to scare the other shareholders who hold Manchester United shares.

If they don’t sell their shares at a low price, their fate will be the same as the dead people in the photo!

Even if the middle-aged man's death was discovered, it had nothing to do with old Carl. He didn't kill the man, and no one would suspect the American businessman.

He just wanted to win shares, and he sold them and returned to the United States the next day. He had no motive to kill.

As for the rest, with the ability of the Liverpool police, they can investigate it slowly.

There must be clues to investigate a case, right?

All the people involved in this case will go abroad or disappear one after another, so there is no point in investigating.

Perhaps the only useful evidence is that this matter seems to be related to the current chairman of Manchester United Club, Edwards Jr. Go check it out!

…

By the time they find Edwards Jr., there will be only two options left for him: first, to cooperate with the investigation by being frequently harassed by the Liverpool police; second, to surrender to Earl Allen.

There is no third way. Among the other old shareholders who sold their shares, there are rumors that Edwards Jr. hired someone to kill someone in order to seize the shares in the middle-aged man's hands.

The most "pitiful" person in this incident was the middle-aged man. From the moment he was chosen by old Carl as the monkey to be killed as a warning to others, his fate was doomed.

Before he dies, I can still have a good afternoon and have women to play with, which can be considered as doing him justice.

…

Today is the weekend and the crew is taking a break. It is very hot in Wales in August, and it is a humid hot kind.

He slept until he woke up naturally, opened his eyes, and looked at the thighs resting on his chest. Alan grabbed Monica's ankles and gently threw them away, then threw the small blanket on her casually, sat up and pulled the bell at the head of the bed.

Before the servant came in, Xiao Huang, who was in the doghouse on the ground, heard the noise and poked his head out first.

This little thing is growing very fast. Alan has been feeding it fish fillets or meat strips this week. When he first met it last week, Xiao Huang still had some yellowish-brown fur on his body. Due to food problems in the past few days, his fur has slowly turned gray.

New layers of fur grow out, but they grow unevenly, making the body look fatter. Some places where new fur has not yet grown look bald.

This guy stretched out his two little wings, like an old pervert holding up his pants, and took two short furry legs, staggering to Alan's feet. When he saw Alan, he opened his little mouth.

"Why do you eat as soon as you open your eyes? What else can you do besides eating?"

Whenever Alan saw this little thing, no matter when, the first time he saw him, he would definitely open his mouth and wait to be fed.

I grabbed the little yellow cat. It was furry and felt great. Owls have one advantage: their necks can rotate to an incredible angle, so even if you stroke them hard, you don't have to worry about breaking their necks.

It is a very pet-friendly little pet.

Alan used his thumb to rub the little yellow dog's head as usual. The little yellow dog's head was rubbed by Alan like the joystick of a game controller, and it cried out in anxiety.

The servant pushed the door open and Allen waved his hand and said, "I'm going to take a bath. I won't wash up in the bedroom."

"Okay, Master."

I looked at Monica who was still sleepy. The eyeliner on this girl's face was blurred by tears. Black marks flowed along the bottom of her eyes and all over her face, making her look like a ghost.

"Don't worry about this place. Let's wait until she wakes up."

"Got it, Master!"

…

After taking a bath with Xiao Huang, Alan, who was full of energy again, put on a bathrobe, held Xiao Huang in his left hand, and walked to the study.

Alan had nothing to do today, so he didn't plan to go downstairs at home. It would be cool to wear a bathrobe.

He first fed Xiao Huang with the meat strips. After Xiao Huang was full, he put it on his desk to play as usual, and then he picked up the fork and started eating.

It's already past 11 o'clock and I can't tell whether this is breakfast or lunch.

I picked up a piece of fried cod and felt that the taste was a bit smoky, so I picked up a lemon and squeezed a little lemon juice on the remaining pieces of fried cod.

Alan raised his chin, signaling to Hut next to him that he had something to say.

…

"Karl called back yesterday and said that all the personnel had been sent out and that things over there were almost done, with only a few things left to be done. He would be back in two days."

"Um……"

Alan nodded, not sure whether he was responding to Hut or confirming that the fried cod tasted better with a little lemon juice.

"Master... the Industrial Commission sent a message yesterday saying they have filed a complaint against you."

"Um?"

The fork in his hand paused and Alan blinked, somewhat puzzled.

What have I done that deserves complaints?

"What is the Industrial Committee?"

"Well……"

Hut took the monocle from his shirt pocket, blinked hard, put the monocle on his left eye socket, picked up the notebook, looked at it carefully and said, "Uh... they are an organization under the Ministry of Industry, with responsibilities such as overall planning, responsible for..."

"Wait, just tell me what they complained about me!"

"They're complaining about you for... uh... endangering national security and moving key industries overseas."

"???"

Alan was shocked. He himself hadn't even noticed that his family had any industry that could endanger national security. What the hell was the point of this protest?

Could it be that the Planet Cup was sold abroad by him, affecting the skills practice of the local white ducks in Great Britain?

…

"Master, it's the radio. Aren't you going to transfer all the production lines to China? They received news from the customs, saying that radios play an important role in times of crisis. Although our radio factory is not large in scale, it has a long history. You..."

Does the radio have this function?

This almost made Alan laugh.

"Fuck! Bullshit! Why didn't they come to my rescue when I was short of money? I endangered national security by moving the production line? Who filed the complaint?"

"Uh... the signature is the Industrial Committee."

"Go check. Hmm... How about this? You contact Hughes and ask him to check who complained about me. They have nothing to do all day, right?"

You have to intervene in such a small matter. I'm giving you face, right? Don't you see whose stuff these are?

A bunch of dogs.

Alan stood up, grabbed the little yellow that was still pecking at the pen on the table and said, "Look who complained about me. Let's get him. Let Carmarthen Hospital open a case and say that I was hit hard by this complaint. Let them pay compensation! Whoever complains is responsible!"

After saying that, Alan no longer had the heart to eat the remaining fried cod. He was very angry and planned to go back and vent his anger.

Before leaving the study, Allen paused, and suddenly remembered something and said, "How is the establishment of the film and television company going? We don't have much time left."

"Well... it will be almost done next week, Master. Next week I will inform the guests from the island country in advance and invite them to come over and discuss with you in detail. Is that okay with you?"

"Next week..."

Alan thought about it and decided that although the speed of handling the matter was a bit slow, it involved many areas and was acceptable.

"Okay, then you arrange it. I'll go back and rest for a while!"

"Okay, Master, take care."

Hut picked up his notebook and followed Alan. He would not stay alone in this study when Alan was not around.