Chen Youfu picked up his teacup, drank the tea in one gulp, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it to Chen Ze, asking, "Xiao Ze, which country do you think has the best chance of winning the championship: Germany, Spain, the Netherlands, or Uruguay?"
Chen Ze wondered why this guy had invited him to his house. Was it because he had won more than two million from him and was unhappy? But judging from his manner of conversation, he seemed more like a gambler trying to find out what was going on.
After thinking for a moment, he replied ambiguously, "I think the Netherlands and Spain have a better chance."
Although Chen Youfu was not well-educated, he was an extremely shrewd man, and he saw through Chen Ze's hesitation at a glance.
So he laid it all out and said, "Xiao Ze, the main reason I asked you to come here is to have you analyze the match for me. Today is the semi-final, Netherlands vs. Uruguay. Can you help me analyze which country has a better chance of winning?"
"Uncle Youfu, aren't you the bookmaker? Are you going to place a bet?"
He wondered if Chen Youfu was planning to frame the village chief and his uncle.
After taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Chen Youfu explained, "The wealthy people from several nearby villages have all placed bets here, and we've only collected a little over six million in total. You won two and a half million, so there's not much money left, and we still have to split it among the three of us."
"Then why did you ask me to analyze football?" Chen Ze asked, puzzled.
"I'm planning to place a big bet in Europe. My wife's brother is there, so I can ask him to help me place the bet."
"Uncle Youfu, I'm happy to help you analyze this, but what's in it for me?"
Chen Youfu held up one finger and laughed, "I know you'll definitely want something in return if you agree, so if you win, I'll give you a million; if you lose, you won't get a penny."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Ze said, "I can agree to help you, but I have one condition."
"you say."
"The condition is that you have to help me place the bets; I currently have two million on hand."
Chen Youfu scoffed upon hearing this, "I thought you wanted a deposit of one or two hundred thousand. It turns out your gambling addiction is just as bad as mine. Alright, I'll cover the two hundred first. If you lose, I'm sure you won't renege on your debt."
"Uncle, what are you saying? In Chenjia Village, does anyone dare to renege on their debt to you, the richest man in the village?"
"You're a smart guy, I like that. By the way, have you figured out how many points we should bet on?"
"Analysis complete, bet on the Netherlands to win 3-2 against Uruguay."
Upon receiving the answer, Chen Youfu immediately called his brother-in-law, who was in Germany, and asked, "Hey, bro, what are you up to?"
"Brother-in-law, I'm minding the store at our family's supermarket. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"It's a small matter. I'm planning to spend some money on World Cup betting. Could you check the odds for the Netherlands to beat Uruguay 3-2?"
On the other end of the phone, "Brother-in-law, the odds for both the Netherlands winning 3-1 and 3-2 are 13."
“Thirteen times is good. Help me place a bet on the Netherlands to win 3-2 against Uruguay, betting 750,000 euros.”
“Brother-in-law, you’re betting so high, I’ll bet 50,000 euros to round it up.”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Ze said, "Uncle Youfu, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and rest for a while. I'm a little tired after shopping all day."
Chen Youfu nodded, then called out to the second floor, "Chen Juan, come down and see your brother Ze out."
"Tap, tap, tap," came the sound of high heels from the stairs.
Chen Juan, with her graceful figure, walked down the steps with light steps. She wore a light blue dress, high heels, and had long hair flowing over her shoulders, with a sweet smile.
"Dad, are you two done talking?"
"Now that we've finished talking, I need to go to the study to check the bills and see your brother Ze off."
"oh."
The two arrived at the door, and Chen Juan asked, "What did you talk to my dad about?"
"It's nothing, just some minor business matters," Chen Ze replied casually, unwilling to elaborate, before leaving the villa.
"..."
In apartment 302 of Mingzhu Residential Complex, Huang Xinyi was forcefully punching a rag doll in her hand with her small pink fist.
At the same time, he kept cursing, "Damn Chen Ze, you bad Chen Ze, you didn't send me a message, I'll beat you to death, beat you to death."
Throughout her three years of high school, Chen Ze would send her a message almost every morning around seven o'clock to ask if she had eaten breakfast. As long as she said no, Chen Ze would immediately bring her breakfast from outside.
Since she rejected his confession last time, he had stopped texting her and bringing her breakfast. Having gotten used to Chen Ze's persistent attention, she felt particularly annoyed when it suddenly stopped.
He doesn't even say goodnight to her before going to bed every night anymore. What's even more infuriating is that he doesn't reply to a message she sends him.
Just then, her phone beeped with a message notification from Tencent QQ, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "I told you not to pretend, and to stop playing hard to get. You finally couldn't resist contacting me, huh?"
When I opened QQ to check the messages, I found that it was a message from Chen Wei. The message read: "Xinyi, I bought two movie tickets. Let's go see a movie together. There's a really popular movie called Under the Hawthorn Tree coming out tomorrow."
Huang Xinyi sent him a message asking in return: Is your brother Chen Ze at home?
Chen Wei: My dad sent him to live in Chenjia Village.
Huang Xinyi: You should go see the movie with someone else. I'm busy tomorrow.
"..."
Exhausted from running around buying houses all day, Chen Ze went home and immediately collapsed into bed.
He was woken up by an urgent phone call at 2 a.m., and sat up cursing, "Who is so inconsiderate to call in the middle of the night? They have no sense of public morality at all."
He groggily grabbed his phone from the bedside table and yelled, "Hello, who is it?"
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