Chapter 1605 How about a small bet?
Xiao Peng had no idea that the domestic internet was already abuzz with criticism, and he was still standing in the middle of the field as punishment.
He now faces a very critical question: who is going to kick off the game!
"Xiao, let me take care of this." Vincent looked proud as he held the football.
Xiao Peng looked at his smug expression and felt unhappy: "I let you tee off? Does that count as the bet you won just now?"
Vincent was stunned. "How can this be considered a football? Xiao, this is a football. How can you kick it off if you don't even know how to hold it?"
Xiao Peng's eyes rolled. "Vincent, in football, does it count as a score if the ball goes into the goal?"
Vincent pointed to one of the goal posts and said, "No, no, no. There are two ways to score in football. One is a touchdown, which is when a player carries the ball into the opponent's end zone, which is the area in front of the goal. The second way is to shoot a field goal. However, there are also rules for shooting a field goal. The ball must first touch the ground. So every team has a dedicated ball handler. They receive the pass from the center and hold the ball on the ground. The kicker's only responsibility is to kick the ball into the goal. American football is such a team-oriented sport that everyone has their own responsibilities."
Xiao Peng was disappointed after hearing this: "I thought I could score by just throwing the ball into the goal!"
"Throw it into the goal from here?" Vincent stomped the ground twice. "This is the center of the field. It's exactly fifty yards from the end zone, and the end zone is sixty yards from the goal! And the longest field goal recorded in the NFL is only 64 yards! You throw the ball in from here? That's impossible!"
"Then let's bet again?" Xiao Peng asked.
Vincent whispered, "What's the bet?"
"Let's keep it simple this time," Xiao Peng said. "Let's just gamble money. Don't bet too much. Small bets are good for the soul, but big bets are harmful. Let's just bet one hundred million dollars!"
"One hundred million?" Vincent almost vomited blood after hearing this. He was told not to gamble too much?
As a billionaire, Vincent felt for the first time how poor he was!
One hundred million is considered a "small bet"? Do you think your money came from the sea?
Well, it seems to be true!
Xiao Peng nodded. "I have a fund in Daxia. If I win, put 100 million into my fund. I also know that WWE has a player health charity fund. If you win, I will put 100 million into your fund! Of course, I can also give you 100 million in cash directly."
Although WWE is a show, it's also incredibly dangerous! For example, during steel cage matches, you often see people falling from the seven-meter-high cage. Injuries are commonplace. Take, for example, The Undertaker, who underwent over a dozen surgeries, major and minor. And then there's Randy Orton, the man so handsome he could make women bleed from the nose. His frequent use of shoulder-heavy moves like the RKO and the Dash led to severe, habitual dislocations, so severe he could even dislocate his arm while throwing trash. And then there's Brock, who nearly broke his neck and was rushed to the hospital. Seth Rollins was nearly pinned to death by the cage. Austin retired after having his neck broken by Owen Hart, who died in the ring the following year. As for those who've become addicted to drugs or even died from injuries, the list is endless.
Because the risk factor is so high, WWE may be a private enterprise with the most stringent medical and insurance systems in the world. It even has a team of psychologists who specialize in adjusting players' psychological problems and a special player health fund to protect those actors who are injured during the game.
Vincent thought for a moment and said, "That's a bit too much cash. I don't have as much cash flow as you do. My assets are mainly real estate. It's not impossible to get a hundred million, but it will take some time. You know, my entire net worth is only a few billion!"
If ordinary people heard Vincent's words, they would really slap Vincent in the face. What do you mean by "only" a few billion? Aren't you too Versailles?
But Vincent was also feeling bitter. There was a gap between billionaires. For Xiao Peng, losing 100 million in a bet was not a problem, but for him, losing 100 million was really a matter of life and death!
After hearing this, Xiao Peng said directly: "Then imagine how it would feel if you won 100 million from me! In cash."
After hearing this, Vincent's mind started to calculate quickly.
He knew Xiao Peng had amazing arm strength, but throwing the ball into the goal from here? That was simply impossible!
The rugby goal is very large, but if a kicker wants to kick the ball into the goal from this position, he has to consider factors such as wind speed, wind direction, kicking position, ball flight path, ball trajectory, strength, etc. Even if a professional kicker kicks the ball from this position, he may only be able to score three or five times out of a hundred times.
No matter how amazing Xiao Peng's arm strength was, could it compare to those professional football players known for their leg strength? If you used the same leg strength that just knocked down the cow to kick a ball, it might be possible, but relying on arm strength? Impossible!
This one hundred million can bet!
But what if you lose?
Vincent thought about it and said, "Xiao, I can bet with you, but what if all my property is real estate?"
Xiao Peng said, "That's easy! Any stock will do. How about this? Since you're old enough and I'll take care of you, I'll offer you a more favorable deal: If you lose, I'll put 50 million worth of stock into my fund. Then, aren't you going to cooperate with my clothing company? After you've negotiated a cooperation agreement, how about giving 20% of your company's commission to my fund for every product sold? Hurry and make a decision! The audience in the stands are already booing!"
The audience was waiting for the two to kick off the match, but instead they stood there and started chatting! We're here to watch the game! You guys can have a barbecue, but you can't stop us from watching the game! So now the arena was filled with boos.
Vincent thought for a moment and gritted his teeth: "I have one last question!"
"Speak!" Xiao Peng said, "There are so many things to do, otherwise I won't gamble anymore!"
Vincent asked, "What does your fund do?"
The relationship between the two countries is so sensitive now, and he is trying to create the image of a "patriotic businessman". If Xiao Peng's fund is used for Daxia's military and national defense construction, then he has really fallen into a trap.
Although he didn't think he would lose, he still had to ask the question.
Xiao Peng explained, "Oh, there are two uses. The first is desert control, and the other is diving technology research and development. You know, I'm in deep-sea salvage, right?"
Huh? Now that I hear that, it's all right!
"Okay, I'll take the bet!"
Xiao Peng took the ball from Vincent, only to have the boos grow even louder. They could accept Vince McMahon kicking off, but letting a layman kick off? What a joke!
Vincent laughed in his heart: Everyone can see that Xiao Peng is a layman. This may be Xiao Peng's first time holding a football, and his ball-holding gestures are not right!
It would be weird... weird... a monster if the ball could be thrown far like this!
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