"Hey Xiaoqiang, do you have good odds for betting on the World Cup?"
"Brother Ze, the odds for betting on the World Cup and Mark Six with me are the highest in the surrounding villages. How much are you planning to bet?"
How many ways are there to place bets where you live?
"Brother Ze, I only have three types here. The first type is betting on whether the game will win or lose. The odds for this type are relatively low, usually around 0.78% to 1.79%. The second type is guessing the score. The odds are 20 times. If you win, we will take a 5% cut. The third type is betting on a draw. The odds are 8 times. We also take a 5% cut."
"Okay, I got it. I'll go place my bet later." Chen Ze wasn't worried about the bookmaker cheating him out of his money at all, because to such a big shady bookmaker, his small amount of money was like a mosquito bite.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Ze was looking forward to quickly making his first pot of gold. In 2010, an era where gold was everywhere, as long as you had capital, you could make countless fortunes with any investment. In addition, with the memories of his rebirth, it would be an injustice if he didn't get rich.
"..."
On the fifth floor, Chen Qiang put down his phone, shook his head with a smile, and said, "This cousin of mine is hopeless. He just borrowed money and he's already thinking about gambling to get rich."
Chen Zhensheng sneered, "Human nature is greedy. Everyone wants to get something for nothing. If gambling can make you rich, who in the world will farm or work in a factory?"
"I thought he was very smart because he got such a high score on the college entrance exam, but now it seems he's just a bookworm with a blockhead."
"..."
In apartment 301 of Mingzhu Residential Complex, Chen Wei plucked a grape and fed it to his mother. "Mom, your plan was brilliant! No one will be competing with me for this apartment anymore. I'm so happy now."
"Keep your voice down, don't let your dad hear. By the way, where are you planning to go to college?"
"I haven't decided yet. Both Sun Yat-sen University and Shenzhen University are top-tier universities. Which one do you think is better?"
"I'm from out of town, so I don't know. You can ask your dad after he finishes showering."
Before he knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening. Chen Ze carried the money into his uncle's house. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw that the mahjong table was full of people, and the whole hall was filled with smoke and various noises.
Chen Qiang, who was standing behind, noticed him and immediately waved to him, saying, "Brother, come to the back."
Chen Ze walked up to him and asked, "Want to place a bet here?"
"No, brother, come with me."
Chen Qiang led him to the second-floor lobby, where more than twenty people were sitting. Some were drinking tea and chatting, some were watching yesterday's World Cup match, and a few were placing bets.
Behind the hall, Chen Zhensheng sat at his desk, issuing betting slips to customers.
"Dad, my brother Ze is here."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhengang looked up and smiled warmly, "Xiao Ze, wait a moment. After I finish processing the bills for these two uncles, I'll process yours."
Chen Ze smiled slightly, "Uncle, I'm not in a hurry, you go ahead with your work."
An old man standing in front of Chen Ze saw him and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Isn't this Chen Ze, the son of Zhensheng? It's been a long time since we've seen you back in the village."
"Second Uncle, hello! It's me. I came back to see Grandma today since I had some time."
My second uncle chuckled and asked, "Which national team are you planning to bet on tonight?"
"I wonder which countries will be playing in tonight's three matches?"
Second Uncle pointed to the sign on the table and said, "Look, it's all written here. Take a look for yourself."
Chen Ze glanced at the first match: "Germany vs. Argentina", the second match: "Netherlands vs. Brazil", and the third match: "Uruguay vs. Ghana".
After Chen Zegang finished reading, it was his second uncle's turn to place his bet. He took out a stack of brand-new banknotes from his pocket and placed them in front of Chen Zhengang. "I'm betting 10,000 yuan on Germany to win."
"Second Uncle, the odds for betting on Germany to win are only 0.78, but if you guess the score, the odds are 20 times," Chen Zhengang tempted.
The shrewd second uncle shook his head. "Although the odds for guessing the score are high, it's just as difficult as guessing one out of 49 in the Mark Six lottery. I'd rather choose one-to-one."
"Are you betting on other countries? Spain is also a good team in the second match."
"No, thank you."
Chen Zhengang quickly filled out the form and handed it to him, reminding him, "Second Uncle, please keep it safe and don't lose it. Even if you guessed right, you won't get the money without the form."
"Next, Chen Ze, it's your turn. Which country will you be going to be next?"
"Uncle, I'm just as optimistic about the German team as my second great-uncle. I'm betting 40,000 yuan on Germany to win."
"Since you're so confident in the German team, Xiaoze, you should guess the score. The odds are high. Just think, if you win 40,000 yuan, you'll win 800,000 yuan," Chen Zhensheng tempted.
"If I actually win, will I be able to get the money immediately?"
Second Uncle patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, kid. Your uncles don't even care about this little bit of money. Besides, he's a partner in the village, along with the village chief and the richest man in the village. Are you worried about not getting this little bit of money?"
Chen Ze was secretly delighted; to him, the stronger the dealer, the better. But on the surface, he feigned shock. "Uncle, the village chief and the richest man in the village both have shares here?"
"Of course, you can bet with confidence. Buy everything under ten million," Chen Zhengang said proudly.
"Okay, I'm betting on Germany to beat Argentina 4-0."
A glint flashed in Chen Zhengang's eyes as he thought to himself: Germany may be strong, but Argentina is not weak either, especially Messi, who has always been a star in the football world. A 4-0 victory is simply impossible.
Without saying a word, Chen Zhengang quickly put the 40,000 yuan on the table into the drawer, as if afraid that Chen Ze would change his mind.
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