Chapter 138 A Great Harvest
The thrilling battle lasted for two hours. Song Ci and Liu Shishi clashed with each other several times. In the end, Miss Liu was too weak to surrender and begged for mercy, and was defeated first.
After finishing, Song Ci hugged his girlfriend, caressed her gently, and after a short rest, he said, "Shishi, go wash up!"
Liu Shishi was held in her lover's arms, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and murmured softly: "I am exhausted, I don't want to move a finger."
Song Ci kissed Miss Liu's forehead distressedly: "Hey! But you'll give in this time!"
Liu Shishi frowned in protest and argued unyieldingly: "No, I'm practicing yoga. When my physical strength increases, I won't be afraid of you anymore."
"Practicing yoga? Can your knees touch your shoulders now?" Song Ci immediately became interested, and various flexible yoga postures emerged in his mind.
Liu Shishi was stunned when she heard this and looked at her boyfriend in confusion: "What kind of weird position is this? The teacher never taught us this."
Song Ci had a sly smile on his face, as if he remembered something interesting, and said mysteriously: "I can do yoga too, but the teacher hasn't taught me this pose. I'll teach you next time."
"You know yoga?" Liu Shishi was skeptical at first, but then she saw her boyfriend's smirk and knew he was up to no good. She punched him angrily and turned away, ignoring him. "Humph, bad guy."
Song Ci patted his girlfriend's hips and said with concern: "You are all sweaty, don't catch a cold, I will carry you to take a shower."
Liu Shishi yawned and said jokingly, "Well, Xiao Songzi, help me bathe."
After the second bath, the two put on light pajamas and walked to the window hand in hand. It was dark, but the lights of Berlin were still bright, like stars falling into the world, showing in front of their eyes.
Song Ci opened the window slightly, and the breeze passed through the half-open window, gently brushing their cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness and comfort.
Liu Shishi's hair danced in the wind, emitting a faint bath fragrance, which blended with the freshness of the night breeze, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Looking through the layers of lights, I looked out at the night view of Berlin. The outlines of high-rise buildings loomed in the night, and the streets under the neon lights were still bustling. The occasional laughter and music added endless vitality and charm to the city.
Liu Shishi sighed softly: "Berlin's night is really unique."
Song Ci smiled slightly: "Yes, every time I stand here, I can feel the different faces of this city. The busyness during the day and the tranquility at night are very unique.
In a few years, the development of China's first-tier cities will not be inferior to that of ancient European cities such as Berlin and Paris, and the night views of Beijing and Donghai will be equally fascinating. "
Song Ci reached out and touched his girlfriend's hair, and found that it was no longer wet, so he said, "Shishi, it's getting late. Let's rest after our hair is dry. Director Zhang will pick us up early tomorrow morning." After that, he closed the window and pulled his girlfriend to bed.
"Let me make it clear first, just go to sleep and don't touch anything with your hands!"
"No problem, I'm very well behaved!"
After a good night's dream, the morning light is just beginning to appear. The summer morning in Berlin is like a vivid oil painting, slowly unfolding in the morning light.
The air is filled with the faint scent of flowers and plants, intertwined with the baking aroma wafting from the distant bakery, awakening the sleeping streets, and the whole city begins to bustle and become busy.
The sunlight shines into the guest room through the glass. At this moment, Liu Shishi is putting on makeup. Song Ci got up very early and had already washed and packed up. He stood in front of the window and looked downstairs.
On the streets, people doing morning exercises are becoming active. Some are jogging on the green park paths, while others are riding bicycles through the quiet alleys, enjoying the coolness and tranquility of the early morning.
The cafes and breakfast shops on the street in front of the hotel have opened their doors to welcome customers one after another. Under the morning light, the owners are busy preparing various breakfasts. Although the types of food are different, it is full of the flavor of life just like in China.
"Let's go, Yi Yi, I've packed everything." Liu Shishi walked out of the bathroom after putting on her makeup. Her long hair like a waterfall was tied into a refreshing high ponytail. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. Her little face was lightly made up, and she looked simple, youthful, and energetic.
Song Ci was also dressed in cool summer clothes, carrying a travel bag and wearing a pair of sunglasses, looking handsome and cool.
The two of them left the guest room. Tang Yue was standing at the door waiting diligently. When he saw the boss coming out, he hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Song, Ms. Liu, good morning."
Song Ci was in a happy mood, as if in the spring breeze: "Old Tang has worked hard, let's go down."
When the three arrived at the meeting point, the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the guide Zhang Cheng was already waiting there. Song Xueying and Jiang Yuanyuan were standing beside him with smiles on their faces, holding a map of Berlin in their hands, and talking happily about something.
Seeing Song Ci and the other two coming, Zhang Cheng enthusiastically handed over a carefully planned itinerary: "Mr. Song, this is today's itinerary. If you have no objection, we will set off according to my plan."
Song Ci glanced down and saw several famous attractions in Berlin on the list, including the Brandenburg Gate and Kurfürstendamm. He nodded with satisfaction and agreed, "Director Zhang, you are a professional, so let's follow your schedule. But we have plenty of time, so we don't need to rush, just relax."
With the approval of the sponsor, Zhang Cheng was full of energy: "Then let's go!"
At the first stop, Zhang Cheng brought the five energetic people to the symbol of Berlin - the Brandenburg Gate.
In the morning light, this historic building looks particularly majestic. The guide is very knowledgeable and explained in detail its historical background and its important significance in the process of German unification.
Song Ci listened with great interest and asked questions from time to time, which helped him gain a deeper understanding of the building.
The itinerary was arranged from near to far, and everyone then walked to the nearby Berlin Cathedral.
This church is one of the largest churches in Berlin. It has gorgeous interior decoration and many exquisite murals and statues for tourists to appreciate and experience the unique charm of European religious culture.
At lunch time, everyone chose a local specialty restaurant and tasted traditional German sausages, beer and sauerkraut, which tasted unique and delicious. During the meal, Zhang Cheng also introduced the German table etiquette in a unique way.
In the afternoon, we followed the guide to visit the remains of the Berlin Wall, a symbol of the division between East and West Germany, and the Berlin Museum. In the evening, we arrived at the last stop of the day, Kurfürstendamm.
This is one of the most prosperous commercial streets in Berlin, gathering various fashion brands and specialty shops. Here you can move freely, go shopping, taste snacks, and feel the modern urban atmosphere of Berlin.
The three ladies were so happy shopping here that they didn't want to leave. Song Ci even bought a luxury bag for each of the three girls. The three girls were all smiling and praised Boss Song for being generous.
"I'm so tired!" As soon as she returned to the hotel room, Liu Shishi walked straight to the bed, sat down and gently rubbed her sore calves. She was exhausted after walking all day.
Song Ci closed the curtains and said gently, "Are you tired? Can I give you a massage?"
Liu Shishi smiled and nodded, then asked shyly, "Mr. Song, do you provide a proper massage?"
"There are both serious and casual ones, it just depends on what kind of service the lady needs."
Miss Liu lowered her eyes, her pretty face flushed: "Then I want to experience both, but now I want to experience the serious one first."
"Okay, whatever you say." Song Ci smiled and sat next to his girlfriend, and began to gently massage her shoulders and back. Although his technique was not professional, it was full of love and care.
Liu Shishi closed her eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility and relaxation, and a happy smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of her mouth.
A few days passed in a flash. Song Ci, Liu Shishi and others followed the guide to visit German cities such as Hamburg, Frankfurt and Munich. They also went to the Berlin Olympic Stadium to watch the first game of the World Cup quarter-finals, Germany vs. Argentina, and experienced the grand occasion of the World Cup in advance.
On July 9th local time, the 2006 World Cup final was undoubtedly a feast for football fans around the world. Song Ci and Liu Shishi came to the game site and were fortunate to be in the sea of carnival and personally feel the shocking enthusiasm and passion.
At seven o'clock in the evening, as night fell, the Berlin Olympic Stadium was brightly lit and bustling with people, as if the eyes of the whole world were focused on this green field.
In the stands, the colorful national flags and the fans' costumes intertwined into a gorgeous picture. Cheers, shouts, and singing rose and fell one after another, merging into a passionate symphony that shook everyone's heartstrings.
Song Ci and Liu Shishi clasped hands tightly, blending into the crowd, and were deeply infected by the indescribable warm atmosphere. Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation, and their eyes were shining with infinite longing for the upcoming peak showdown.
All around, fans from all over the world expressed their love for football in their own ways. Some waved national flags, some painted their faces with the colors of their country, and some held high portraits of the players. Every detail revealed their importance and enthusiasm for the game.
With the referee's whistle, the game officially began, and the whole stadium instantly became boiling. Every wonderful pass and shot could trigger overwhelming cheers and applause from the audience.
Liu Shishi looked up and saw that the entire stadium stands were filled with fans wearing blue and white jerseys, supporting France and Italy. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "What a lively scene! Honey, which team do you think will win?"
Song Ci was immersed in the football feast as if he were there, cheering, marveling, or staring with bated breath as the game progressed.
"Italy!" Song Ci blurted out "Italy!" When he heard Miss Liu's question, he was betting on the Blue Army.
A young man nearby protested: "Hey, brother, Zidane's artistic football is unmatched. I think the champion this time is the French team."
As if to confirm the young man's words, Zidane scored a powerful penalty kick on the field, giving France a one-to-zero lead.
The supporters of the Gallic Rooster stood up one after another, and suddenly thunderous cheers floated over the stadium.
The young man was very proud: "What do you think, brother? I was right. It's right to support the French team."
Song Ci looked sideways and found that he knew the person who was speaking. Wasn't it Wang Sicong, Principal Wang? It was such a coincidence that he met him here.
But it seems normal. It seems that Wang Sicong is currently studying in the UK. It is normal for these rich young men to come to the World Cup finals to join in the fun.
At this time, Principal Wang had a childish look on his face, still a young boy. Because the French team was leading, he held his head high and was very proud of himself.
"The field is changing rapidly, and one goal ahead does not necessarily mean victory. Italy has Pirlo and Toni, and they are not a weak team. I think they may go into overtime."
"Wait, are you Song Ci?" Because Song Ci slightly turned sideways when he spoke, Wang Sicong saw his face clearly and said in surprise.
Song Ci asked in surprise: "Do you know me?"
"Mr. Song, you are my idol! My name is Wang Sicong." Wang Sicong was a little excited and stretched out his hand to Song Ci. The man in front of him was a super rich man whose net worth was higher than his father. The key point was that he was too young. He was a role model for them, the second generation of rich people.
Song Ci smiled and shook his hand: "We are all of similar age. It is fate that we met in a foreign country. There is no need to be so polite."
Wang Sicong is an extrovert and a bit familiar: "I was born in 1988, and I remember you were born in 1987, one year older than me. It's ok for me to call you Brother Song, and you can just call me Sicong."
"You know me well, don't you?"
Wang Sicong explained: "I have read your information. My old man asked me to learn more from you every day. I didn't expect to meet Brother Song here today. This game is worth watching! Brother, can I add your contact information?"
Song Ci nodded, he also wanted to make friends: "Of course no problem, after the game is over, we can have a meal together."
"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner." Wang Sicong happily took out his cell phone and added Song Ci's cell phone number.
When he heard that Song Ci wanted to treat him to a meal, he rushed to offer to treat him. Although he, Young Master Wang, was poor and had only 5 million pounds in pocket money a year, he could still afford a meal.
The game continued, the players fought bravely, it was thrilling to watch, and with Zidane being sent off with a red card, it was a classic scene of him missing out on the World Cup trophy.
After 90 minutes of fierce battle, the two teams were still tied after entering the extra time. After a brutal penalty shootout, the Italian team finally won the final victory and lifted the World Cup.
When the final whistle sounded, no matter what the result of the game was, the atmosphere on the field reached its climax. The fans were either happy or sad, but more importantly, they had endless love and respect for the sport of football.
"Great!" Song Ci in the stands also pumped his fists excitedly. The results of all the games were the same as what he bet on. He could make a fortune in this World Cup.
As for whether the profits will be affected by the dealer's manipulation, Song Ci is not worried at all. The quadrennial World Cup is the hottest time for the world's gambling industry, with more than 150 billion US dollars of huge funds rolling in it.
The 60 million U.S. dollars that I invested can only be considered a small fish or shrimp, and no matter whether the bettor wins or loses money, the dealer will never lose money.
The day after the game ended, the gambling profits began to arrive in the accounts, and even the initial concerns that the online gambling companies would default on their payments did not happen.
"US$ 284 million!" This is the total profit from World Cup betting after deducting the principal and gambling tax. With this money, Song Ci can start preparing for the three major research centers that he has always thought about.
On July 13, Song Ci and his entourage boarded a flight to Peking and began their journey home.
(End of this chapter)
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