"Brother! My name is Zhang Anhe. The brothers on Xianggang Road all call me Brother He. I wonder what your name is, brother?"
"Han Guang's family!"
"Brother Han! What would you like to drink?"
Han Guangjia waved his hand: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother He, I don't want to drink anything."
The most basic rule when you are in the underworld is not to eat or drink from strangers.
Zhang Anhe didn't force it and handed Han Guangjia a cigarette.
"I don't smoke." Han Guangjia refused.
"Haha! Brother, you're too cautious. Don't worry! I, Zhang Anhe, am a friend that I recognize, so I guarantee that no one will do anything despicable."
It's useless to say.
No one is familiar with it, so even if you talk about it in a grandiose way, Han Guangjia and his family won't believe it.
It's not like they haven't experienced people doing dirty work behind their backs.
Wan Feng didn't know what was happening outside. When Han Guang and the others were fighting with the locals at his house, he followed Lin Ting into the inner room and then went down the stairs to a basement.
The basement is very spacious, with an area of about 200 square meters, and is decorated magnificently.
Just like in the living room outside, many people had arrived earlier in the house.
These people were all dressed in suits and had slicked-back hair and powdered faces. It was obvious that they were either rich or noble.
These people are either standing or sitting.
There were also sexy waitresses who would hold plates in their hands and serve wine to these young men from time to time.
Wan Feng has never liked wearing suits. Even in his previous life, he had never worn a suit except for the few years after he got married.
He came this time wearing only casual clothes, which made him look like a country bumpkin in this basement.
After Lin Tingfang led Wan Feng to a seat in a corner, he went to chat with others.
Wan Feng just sat there alone, watching others chat quietly.
No one paid any attention to him, not even the ladies serving wine looked at him.
The reason why he watched others chatting instead of listening to them was because they all spoke Cantonese, which he could not understand.
But these people were obviously talking about the game, because he heard the name of Maradona.
The good Maradona was pronounced as Maradona, which made Wan Feng very contemptuous.
He doesn't know anyone here except Lin Tingfang, and no one else knows him.
Since he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, Wan Feng simply stopped listening after a while and began to recall the story of the 1990 World Cup with his eyes closed.
The 14th World Cup in 1990 can be said to be a World Cup that took defense to the extreme.
This was a World Cup where penalties were rampant. Many matches were decided by penalties or penalty shootouts, including the final.
It's extremely boring to watch as a spectator.
Although this World Cup is boring, many miracles have happened, the biggest of which is Uncle Milla from Cameroon.
The 38-year-old veteran showed the last glory of his football career when he was about to retire. He often performed like a god, helping Cameroon to reach the World Cup quarterfinals unprecedentedly and almost bringing down Ingelson.
Another legendary figure is Italy's Schillaci. This player, who was not well-known before the game, became an instant hit in the World Cup and became the top scorer. However, after the World Cup, he fell like a meteor and soon became forgotten by everyone.
It was as if his football career was born for this World Cup, and now it’s over.
Another legendary player who cannot be ignored is the Argentine goalkeeper Goyechea.
When Argentina's number one and two goalkeepers were injured, he, as the number three goalkeeper, became Argentina's real pillar. His two penalties, one eighth and one quarter each, helped Argentina advance to the finals.
His deterrent effect on penalties was so strong that Matthäus, who got a penalty in the final, did not dare to step onto the penalty spot.
Bremer's penalty was almost saved by Goyechea.
If his hand had been two inches longer during that penalty kick, the ranking of that World Cup would probably have been rewritten.
Wan Feng sat quietly.
He didn't know when and how to place the bet. Lin Tingfang didn't tell him and he didn't plan to ask.
If you delay him from making money, it will be impossible for Lin Tingfang to stay out of it. If you don't have the money to compensate, Wan Feng is going to sell him to Southeast Asia as a duck.
Lin Tingfang was probably also afraid of being sold to Southeast Asia, so around eight o'clock, he came over with a man in a tuxedo who looked like a waiter.
"Mr. Wan! It's betting time now. If you want to place a bet, you can tell this gentleman the number."
“Is there a limit on the amount?”
"In theory, there is no limit, but bettors who bet larger amounts must provide proof of assets from the bank. Sir, which side do you want to bet on, what project, and how much do you want to bet on?" The man who looked like a waiter answered Wan Feng's question politely.
"I bet on Italy to win Ingleside 2-1 for HK$120 million."
Wan Feng spoke in a low voice, but the effect was like thunder. The waiter almost dropped the pen, paper and mobile phone in his hand.
Lin Tingfang's legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand.
Of the 120 million Hong Kong dollars, 100 million was invested by Wan Feng himself, the remaining 20 million included 5 million from Lin Lairong, and the rest came from Han Guang's family.
Of course, brothers and friends all picked up some money when there was such an opportunity to pick up some.
The people in the room also began to quiet down.
"Which mainlander would bet 120 million on Italy to win?"
“What a grand gesture!”
There was a lot of discussion in the room.
Even though these young masters were disciples of wealthy families, they were not willing to spend tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. Naturally, Wan Feng's bet surprised them.
"What? You think it's too much and you don't want to take it?" Wan Feng asked when he saw that the waiter didn't respond.
"Do you want to buy Italian food?" Lin Tingfang asked.
"What? Is there a problem?"
"We all bet on Yinggelan to win."
Bet on Ingleside to win? Even if the result of the match cannot be known in advance, Italy is at least the host country. Losing to Argentina made Italy feel suffocated. Will it lose the battle for third place?
But Wan Feng figured it out as soon as he turned around. Yinggelan is still the sovereign state of Xianggang, so it is understandable that these people are inclined towards Yinggelan.
Moreover, this year's Ingram team is indeed very strong, with many shining stars, including Hilton, Beardsley, Gascoigne and Lineker.
You like Yinggelan, but I don’t like troublemakers.
"I still feel that Italy can win." Wan Feng said calmly.
His words made the people in the basement look dissatisfied, and some even curled their lips.
"I want to see your proof of property." The waiter did not show any dissatisfaction.
Wan Feng took out several bank drafts from Xianggang, and the waiter immediately called to check.
"Do you really want to bet on Italy to win, and on the score?" Lin Tingfang asked again.
"If you want to buy, just state the number. If you don't want to buy, forget it. Why so many questions?" Wan Feng answered impatiently.
He was left alone the moment he entered the house. Wan Feng is not a man who doesn't hold grudges, so it would be strange if he would treat him well.
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