Not far from the school, in front of a lottery shop, Chu Yang parked his bicycle and went inside.
A World Cup football betting poster hangs on the wall of the store, with detailed rules for the game.
After looking around for a while, Chu Yang went to the counter.
The lottery shop owner was a beautiful young woman, divorced with a three-year-old daughter, and was known as the beautiful and gentle widow by many boys at school.
Chu Yang had a complete makeover, sporting a neat and clean hairstyle and standing at 1.8 meters tall.
Tall, handsome, and sunny young men are very attractive to young married women.
The proprietress's beautiful eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly and said, "Handsome, you want to buy football betting tickets? Let me see... You can bet on the second and third rounds of the group stage, and also guess the top four and their rankings. How would you like to place your bets? Randomly or manually?"
Chu Yang said, "Autonomy, I'll read it. The second round of the group stage is 0, 3, 3, 0..."
"The third round of the group stage is 3, 0, 0, 0..."
In the group stage matches, a 3-1-0 win-draw-lose betting format will be used, with a home team win recording 3, a draw recording 1, and a home team loss recording 0.
Each round selects 13 matches from each group stage for prediction.
To win the first prize, you must correctly predict the win, loss, or draw of all 13 teams in the current round.
The second prize is for correctly predicting the win, loss, or draw of the 12 teams in the current round.
The amount of the bonus will depend on the total sales volume; half of the total sales volume will be used as bonuses.
Then they would determine how many bets were selected, and the prize money would be divided equally among the bets.
Hearing Chu Yang casually pronounce the sign, the proprietress looked up in surprise and said, "You just said it like that?"
Chu Yang chuckled: "Just muttering it randomly, taking a chance."
The proprietress immediately understood; this wasn't independent at all, it was no different from following the rules.
She quickly and efficiently printed out the lottery ticket.
"What about the top four?" she asked again.
"Brazil won the championship, Germany won the runner-up, Türkiye won the third place, and Han Zi came in fourth," Chu Yang said casually.
The proprietress was taken aback: "Little Han can make it to the semi-finals? Italy, France, and Argentina are all favorites... Wait, that's not right. According to your betting on the group stage, France and Argentina won't even make it out of the group stage. How is that possible!"
"Everyone says it was just a random throw," Chu Yang said with a smile.
Now the proprietress was completely convinced that although this handsome young man was good-looking, he really didn't know anything about football.
It's already outrageous that Han Zi made it to the semifinals, but it's even more outrageous that France and Argentina didn't even make it out of the group stage!
If this method of selection actually works, it's only possible if this World Cup goes completely wrong.
"Alright, here are your tickets," the proprietress said with a gentle smile.
Chu Yang checked the lottery ticket and, after confirming that it was correct, turned and left.
Han Dachun rode his bicycle past the entrance.
"Chu Yang, what are you doing?" He slammed on the brakes.
As he spoke, he glanced into the shop, probably wanting to catch a glimpse of the widowed proprietress.
"I'll buy a football betting ticket for fun," Chu Yang said casually.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a luxury car slowly pulling up to the side of the road.
Good heavens, a Rolls-Royce Silver Angel!
Anyone who can afford such a luxury car is definitely at the pinnacle of wealth.
Han Dachun was also drawn in, his face filled with shock: "This car is awesome! It has a birdman with wings, what brand is it again?"
At that moment, the car door opened, and a middle-aged man got out.
He was dressed in a neat suit, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and the song "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was playing in the car.
"I roam freely, commanding respect from all; I never need to look back, commanding respect from all..."
An aura of a powerful figure swept over us.
Da Chun was completely stunned.
Just then, the middle-aged man was about to enter the lottery shop. He glanced at the lottery ticket in Chu Yang's hand and suddenly said, "Young man, let me see what you bought!"
Chu Yang smiled and said, "It's just something I was playing around with, not worth taking seriously."
"Take a look, it might give you some new ideas." The middle-aged man chuckled and took the three lottery tickets to examine them.
"Hey, this is interesting."
Then he laughed again: "You little rascal, you really don't give the national football team any support, this is our first time entering the World Cup."
"I don't think it'll work," Chu Yang said succinctly.
It's not just that they don't think it's going well; it's downright disastrous.
That's right, this is the Chinese national football team's first World Cup, but also their only one in history.
The next twenty years will be even more cringeworthy than the last.
"Oh?" the middle-aged man asked curiously, "So, do you think the national football team will be able to score this time?"
Chu Yang shook his head: "There's a high probability that we won't even be able to find the opponent's goal."
When it comes to the ability to hold one's tongue for an extended period, the Chinese national football team undoubtedly deserves the title of world's best.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily: "You're quite an interesting kid!"
"Let me see... France, Argentina, and Portugal won't even make it out of the group stage? Han Guo and Turkey are in the semi-finals? Ridiculous, outrageous, impossible!"
The biggest favorites failed to make it into the round of 16, while the upsets made it into the semifinals, and two of them were upsets.
If things really go according to Chu Yang's football betting script, this World Cup will drive fans and betting companies crazy.
He also confirmed that Chu Yang had made the purchase blindly.
He had just decided to find a new approach, but Chu Yang almost completely blocked his way.
It has absolutely no reference value!
However, he still asked curiously, "Tell me, why was Xiao Hanzi able to make it into the top four?"
“The organizers are using biased refereeing,” Chu Yang said.
If it were anyone else, Chu Yang might not have revealed much, but the person in front of him was clearly a top-tier tycoon with immense status and wealth.
It's worth leaving an impression.
"The organizers are corrupt..." The middle-aged man felt there was some truth to it, after all, he knew a little about Xiao Hanzi's shamelessness.
Then he pondered for a moment and said, "What about Turkey? They've only qualified for the World Cup twice, and they lost to Brazil in their last match without any suspense!"
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