Chapter 627 The Temptation of 30% Shares
In the next few days, Colonel Dmytro took Lei Zhen to meet some people who were all involved in this chain of interests.
Everyone sat together singing, dancing, chatting and laughing.
Lei Zhen felt at home as he ate air-freighted delicacies, drank expensive red wine, and watched many special programs.
It seems that underground black boxing matches are popular everywhere in the world.
It’s not that the fighting is fun, it’s more about the fistfights and the handicap, and you can spend money to bet, which makes it the most exciting gambling game.
"My brother, you can buy some." Colonel Dmytro said to Lei Zhen, "My suggestion is to buy red shorts."
There are two boxers on the field, one wearing red shorts and the other wearing black shorts.
Lei Zhen took a glance and knew that the man in black shorts was stronger. Although his body was a little thin, his lower body was very stable.
His eyes were calm, completely devoid of the fierceness in the look of the man in red shorts.
"Red shorts are fierce, but fierce doesn't mean powerful," Lei Zhen said. "I think black shorts can help me win money."
"Haha, my brother, you are a master."
Colonel Dmytro gave a thumbs-up and casually called over the younger brother who opened the market. The boxer who bought red shorts for $10,000 won.
"I'll buy black shorts for 100,000 yuan." Lei Zhen placed a heavy bet.
"Take it easy, I'm afraid you will lose everything." Colonel Dmytro said with a smile.
"My dear brother, since you say so, I have to raise the bet and buy another 500,000!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Colonel Dmytro laughed, patted Lei Zhen's shoulder lightly, and wished him well.
The bet is made and the boxing match begins.
The two boxers fought back and forth in an extremely intense and performative manner.
Lei Zhen smoked a cigarette and stared at the attack of the man in black shorts. He found that he was indeed a master. Every punch and kick was done with ease, and his advance and retreat were orderly.
There was a feeling of Sambo fighting techniques in his punches and kicks. Several times he had already attacked, but then he was abruptly retracted.
While the laymen were watching the fun, Lei Zhen could tell at a glance that this guy was a Sambo master and was now performing.
Sambo fighting is divided into performance techniques and actual combat techniques.
The acting is very cool and very good to look at; the actual combat skills are not good to look at, because the skills of killing have never been about beauty.
This is similar to traditional martial arts in China. No matter how well you fight, you will be beaten to tears once you get on the boxing ring.
Real traditional martial arts either involve stabbing the throat or attacking the crotch. You hit where it's most fatal, and often life or death is decided in one or two moves.
"Black Shorts was defeated within 10 moves." Colonel Dmytro laughed, "Your hundreds of thousands are gone."
"My dear brother, the man in black shorts is very powerful." Lei Zhen said.
"Of course I know, but is it useful? If you want to make money, you have to lose, otherwise you won't even have the chance to make money."
Just as he finished speaking, the man in black shorts was knocked to the ground by a heavy punch, his face covered in blood as he lay on the boxing ring.
"Haha, I told you to buy red shorts a long time ago, but you didn't listen." Colonel Dmytro laughed.
At this time, some people around were ecstatic, while others were angry.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Everyone gave thumbs down, and Black Shorts was killed because they lost money.
On the boxing ring, the man in black shorts with blood all over his face lay there quietly, as if he had already known his fate.
There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, but he did not resist and chose to accept death calmly.
This is a black boxing match. It is basically difficult for the losing party to survive because the person who lost money will let them die without hesitation.
Lei Zhen stood up and walked directly to the boxing ring.
Seeing some audience members going up, the people around them looked puzzled and the shouting gradually disappeared.
"I bought black shorts for $500,000. Is there anyone who bought more than me?" Lei Zhen asked.
No one said anything. Those who won money were gloating, and those who lost money were also gloating.
Although everyone is betting on winning or losing, the bets are not large, only about 10,000 or 20,000 at most - this is from Lei Zhen's perspective.
Ten or twenty thousand dollars is not a lot for him, but for the economy here, it is a lot.
The domestic price of scrap iron is only 1 yuan per kilogram, 1,000 yuan per ton, which is equivalent to more than 100 dollars per ton.
An AK without ammunition weighs about 3 kilograms, and more than 300 AKs can be sold for more than 100 dollars. Even if calculated based on the international purchase price of scrap steel, the difference is not much.
To earn $10,000, you need to sell more than 30,000 AKs. That's a small mountain of AK cages.
Even though Colonel Dmytro owned a shipyard and had a lot of things to sell, tens of thousands of dollars was a big pain for him.
"So this life is mine," Lei Zhen said loudly. "I want to keep him alive. After raising him for a while, I'll have a fight between a man and a Caucasian Shepherd Dog."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone cheered.
I'm tired of watching boxing matches between people, but the fight between people and dogs is interesting.
As for taking the black shorts away, it was not difficult. One reason was his relationship with Colonel Dmytro, and the other was that Lei Zhen had indeed lost 500,000 dollars.
It doesn't matter about the boxing match. He's supposed to be dead anyway, so just consider it as giving Colonel Dmytro some face.
"My good brother, you've lost a lot."
"My dear brother, do you think I'll lose? Since I want to build a gambling ship, don't you know anything about boxing?"
I lost $500,000 just to get these black shorts.
In this economic collapse, talent is the least valuable, but for Lei Zhen, he made a fortune by acquiring a Sambo fighting master for $500,000.
"That's $500,000!"
"A lot?" Lei Zhen laughed. "As long as I manage it well, I can easily make a few million dollars from a boxing match in Hong Kong, haha."
"What?"
Colonel Dmytro was stunned. He couldn't believe that there was so much money to be made there.
"Why do you think I spent so much money on an aircraft carrier? Using an aircraft carrier as a gambling ship is a big gimmick, so of course the facilities and services inside must be first-class."
"My overall budget is $300 million, including searching for beauties, rare animals and plants from all over the world..."
Lei Zhen began to deepen Colonel Dmytro's understanding of aircraft carrier gambling ships.
"My good brother, if the gambling boat starts operating, how much money can it make in a day?" Colonel Dmytro asked anxiously.
He remembered that the other party promised to give him 30% of the shares and wanted to know how much money that was.
"Based on my strength in Hong Kong, as long as the operation is successful, the daily profit will be conservatively around 2 million dollars."
"Two million dollars a day?"
"Yes, $2 million a day, that's a conservative estimate."
Lei Zhen didn't dare to say too much, for fear of scaring this country bumpkin.
"You gave us 30% of the shares, which means we can get $600,000, $600,000 a day?"
Colonel Dmytro was stunned, he never dreamed that he could earn $600,000 a day, so ten days would be $6 million, and 100 would be $60 million!
"Doesn't it feel unrealistic? Why should I give you 30% of the shares?" Lei Zhen said with a smile, "I'm a businessman and I don't do business at a loss. You can indeed get 30% of the shares, but you have to do a lot of things for me."
"for example……"
Captain Dmytro was a little nervous because the money seemed too unreal to him.
"For example, take a trip to Hong Kong and get a feel for it." Lei Zhen suggested: "After all, this is a big business, and you will have to bear a lot of pressure."
“That’s a great idea!”
Colonel Dmytro readily accepted it. He also wanted to see the strength of this big fat sheep and confirm whether the 30% stake was real.
If it is true, I can even send the aircraft carrier over there personally.
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