After Mo Zhexuan used the key to open his new home, he found a thin steel wire from the kitchen.
After gently wrapping around it, he went to the next room and pried open the door while bragging and chatting with Guan Jiahui.
"Big star! Haven't you been filming recently?"
"How do you know me?"
Guan Jiahui was surprised. Although she had appeared in TV and movies, they were all insignificant small roles. She didn't expect to be recognized.
"Are you Lin from the movie 'Headhunters' released in March this year?"
"I didn't expect you to have such sharp eyes that you discovered my identity so quickly."
Guan Jiahui smiled when she heard this, then blinked her big eyes and asked expectantly:
"By the way! What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a worker at Hung Hom Village Pier."
Mo Zhexuan pondered for a while, then prepared to test the other party.
Let’s see if this “popular beauty” who is regarded as a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh by all the wealthy wives in Hong Kong is really so materialistic and worldly.
As expected, after the answer was a worker, Guan Jiahui lost interest in the conversation, like a frosted eggplant.
But this is understandable, after all, it is still the same in the 21st century.
When a man and a woman get married, it is never based on feelings, but on whether the man has a wealthy family. As for whether he is handsome or not, it is secondary. Is Liu Cixin handsome?
As long as he has money, he will still be surrounded by beauties. Today it's Li Jiaxin, tomorrow it's Guan Jiahui, the day after tomorrow it's Hong Xin, and then it's Cai Shaofen. There are more than a dozen beauties. No wonder his kidneys are damaged.
"Miss Guan! The door is open. Won't you treat me to a cup of tea?"
As soon as the door was pried open with wire, Guan Jiahui quickly pushed the door open and walked in, then turned around and closed the door. This made Mo Zhexuan slightly stunned. This was too heartless!
"Poor bastard! You still want to seduce me? Why don't you take a piss and see how much you weigh." Guan Jiahui touched the shiny gold necklace around her neck and glanced at Mo Zhexuan outside the door with disdain, her face full of disgust.
Mo Zhexuan's hands were sore from trying to pry the door open that he couldn't even get a cup of tea. He felt a little angry, but he was also very curious about how Guan Jiahui ended up in Hong Kong.
According to the news he learned in his previous life, this beauty met a wealthy businessman who was sixteen years older than her this year, and they got married in June in a flash. At that time, Guan Jiahui's old father strongly opposed it.
But none of them could stop Guan Jiahui's determination to join a wealthy family, unfortunately.
The wealthy businessman named Wang Guosheng only treated her as a canary. After keeping her for a while, he continued to live a life of debauchery and indulge in other women.
It seems that they divorced in less than half a year. As a veteran in the business world, Wang Guosheng signed a prenuptial agreement before getting married.
In the end, Miss Guan didn't get the money. Instead, she was played with by the old man for half a year and then abandoned. It was sad and pitiful.
Mo Zhexuan then returned to his new home and used his mobile phone to call the landline in the store, telling Li Xiaomei that he would not be going back today and asked her to be in charge of the store.
Then I started to tidy up the new house. After putting all the bags I bought into order, I took a shower and prepared to go out for dinner.
After a hearty meal at a Chinese restaurant in Harbour City, I went to a bar called Deep Love to get drunk. I was so tired these days and just wanted to have a good drink.
The bar was brightly lit, with pairs of young men and women dancing passionately. The jazz music was long and profound, and the dim light was particularly fascinating.
As soon as I found a place to sit down, I was deeply attracted by the people from the two camps inside.
One group wore Prussian jerseys, the other wore French jerseys, and both groups were cheering for their respective teams.
"Today's final will definitely be won by Prussia."
"I think Francis won."
“........................”
Mo Zhexuan slowly drank the bright yellow pure brandy in the glass while recalling the memories of the 1982 Matador World Cup.
Although it has been a long time, the scores of some key matches are still fresh in my memory, and I can't help but want to make a fortune from the World Cup.
Currently, shorting the Jianing Group has been carried out through stockbroker Wang Pengfei, but it will take at least three months before the crisis of the Jianing Group breaks out.
We can't just sit and wait for death for such a long time. You know, the four major Chinese families are now taking advantage of the Hong Kong economic downturn to buy up real estate at bargain prices.
If we don’t accumulate capital quickly, how can we compete with these top bosses in the future?
Hong Kong is a very small country with limited resources. If they are all taken up by these people, how can we have fun there?
"Sir! The World Cup has started, don't you want to place a bet?" A young man dressed as a bar boy came over to the bar and immediately asked quietly.
"What rules?"
"You can buy the win, draw or loss of the game between the two teams. The odds are very low. You can also guess the score and number of goals..." The young man said with a happy look on his face and hurriedly began to introduce.
"How do we make the deal then?" What Mo Zhexuan was really worried about was how the other party would cash in if he won, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of money?
“Cash transactions.”
"Okay! I'll just play!"
Mo Zhexuan knew that gambling on football was controlled by underworld gangs, and it was extremely difficult to make money from these desperate criminals, but he still wanted to give it a try.
He reached out from the jacket compartment and took out a leather wallet, pulled out ten five-hundred-Hong Kong-dollar bills and handed them over, then said seriously:
"Give me a score of 3:3 between Azerbaijan and France."
"Okay, sir! The odds are 32. I'll get you a ticket. Please wait a moment."
The young man immediately smiled happily. He could get a 5% commission for each order, which meant he earned HK$250 for this order.
Naturally, he was very happy, and then he took the money and quickly went to a secret place in the bar to get the ticket.
"Sir! Here's your ticket. Once the results come out, if you win, I can cash it out for you."
"OK!"
Mo Zhexuan took the ticket and looked at it carefully. It was obviously the work of a private stall.
What we need to consider now is whether the other party will honor the prize if we really win.
You have to know that if it is 32 times, that is 160,000 Hong Kong dollars. Will he take it away easily?
Time passed minute by minute, and when it was twelve o'clock in the evening, the World Cup semi-final officially kicked off, and the match between Prussia and France was about to begin.
Fans from both teams gathered in the bar, singing and dancing, and everyone cheered for the team they supported.
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