Good luck in the city

Chapter 55 Bet 20 million!
At this time, Ji Rou took the lead in betting.

"1000 million, 100 times, buy England to win 2:1!"

1000 million, plus 100 times the leverage, that is to say, Ji Rou bet 10 billion to buy England to win.

"It's like the God of Gamblers, isn't it a stupid girl?" Yang Fei muttered, he was a little unbelievable, with England's stinky feet, how could it be possible to score two goals?

While talking, he also noticed that Zhao Yaxin had a lot of expressions on his face, as well as Chen Liu and several rich people around him also had wonderful expressions.

"Is this for real?" Yang Fei touched Zhao Yaxin's arm.

Just as Zhao Yaxin was about to speak, Chen Liu preempted her and said, "I often gamble, and my losses are at least 2000 million. His grandma, this woman is really rich, and she is 1000 million when she makes a move. 100 times leverage, directly billions. It's so awesome, you can't be convinced!"

"So, her bet is real?"

"of course it's true."

Zhao Yaxin managed to interject, and then said with a solemn expression: "Boss, I have several clients who play football, Hong Kong's Marseille, European Cup, Bundesliga, Serie A...

Every year, Huaxia Peripheral Football Lottery has a transaction volume of hundreds of billions. This club is not easy. Since she is so sure that she directly bets a billion, then there must be her credentials. "

Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he suddenly remembered the news circulating on the Internet a while ago, saying that the European Cup was actually controlled by black hands behind the scenes.

So he asked, "You mean she has something to do with those behind-the-scenes masterminds?"

Zhao Yaxin nodded.

The man behind the scenes who can manipulate the European Cup is not something everyone can afford.

At this time, the more Yang Fei looked at Ji Rou, the more he felt that she was not simple.

In the room, the other nineteen rich men whispered to each other, looking at each other, unable to make up their minds.

"Hahaha." Yang Fei's sudden smile successfully attracted everyone's attention, even Ji Rou's eyes were focused on him.

"Then I also mean it, 2000 million, 100 times, bet England 2:1 to win, and win some small money with the beautiful boss to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Yang Fei smiled at Ji Rou as he spoke.

"Interesting, Jiajun, this friend you know is really interesting." Ji Rou smiled and looked at Yang Fei ambiguously.

But Zhao Yaxin was shocked, and hurriedly took Yang Fei's hand and said, "Boss, you have to calm down!"

Yang Fei patted her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

"Brother, you really bet 2000 million, 100 times, that's 20 billion!" Chen Liu looked at Yang Fei in horror.
For him, 20 billion is not something that can be easily obtained.

"It's okay, everyone else has bet one billion first, and I'm not afraid of losing money." Yang Fei said lightly.

When he said this, his eyes were still looking at Ji Rou.

When Ji Rou heard Yang Fei's words, the ambiguity in her eyes became more intense.

"It makes sense, then I will also bet 1000 million and buy England to win." Chen Liu was influenced by Yang Fei and followed suit, but he didn't dare to use 100 times leverage.

Someone started, and other rich people also bet one after another, some bet 1000 million, some bet 500 million, but the most one was only 2000 million.

The rich are very cautious, after all, everyone's money is not blown by the wind, except for Yang Fei.

Seeing this scene, Ji Rou smiled and clapped her hands. Immediately, several beauties in cheongsam poured in from the door. Each of them came in with red wine in their hands, and handed the red wine to every rich man who bet.

"Then let's drink red wine and wait for the results!"

When everyone heard Ji Rou's words, they began to discuss in low voices.

"She is really so sure that England can win this game?"

"The strength of the French team this time is very strong, and they have won three consecutive Champions League championships. On the other hand, the English team has played more and more like the Huaxia team in recent years. How could they win!"

"Things are not as simple as you think. I heard that in recent major European leagues, there are people behind the scenes manipulating the results of the games. Could it be that this club is connected with these behind-the-scenes black hands?"

"Oh, from what you said, I should have ordered a bigger one just now."

"why?"

"Have you forgotten Xue Yuanqing's identity? He is a financial giant. I'm not surprised that he has something to do with the black hand behind the game."

"It makes sense..."

Hearing the voices of everyone's discussion, the corners of Ji Rou's mouth rose, revealing a slight smile.

Xue Yuanqing, who was standing beside him, also had a smile on his face, a confident smile.

Four 10 minutes passed quickly, and there were still 5 minutes left in the game.

The current score is still 1:1, and the guests at the scene became a little restless.

"The game is about to end!"

"England wants to score another goal. I think the difficulty is no different from that of the Huaxia team in the World Cup."

"There are 3 minutes left. Unless a miracle happens, England must not break through the goal of the French team."

To be honest, Yang Fei doesn't think England can win this game unless a miracle happens.

But will miracles really happen?

He turned around and looked at Ji Rou. From the beginning to the end, this woman looked confident and tasted the red wine leisurely.

Yang Fei thought to himself that even if he were himself, he would not be as calm as her.

It can be seen from this that this woman is not simple, and her calmness is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, the time entered stoppage time for one and a half minutes, and when Chen Liu complained: "Damn, I was cheated of another 500 million", a miracle happened.

An England No. [-] charged with the ball, made his way past several defenders, and was about to shoot.

Both Yang Fei and Chen Liu stood up, shouting excitedly: "Shoot! Shoot!"

At the end of the ten-second countdown, England's No. [-] jersey took a shot and the goal was scored! !

Then a line of small words popped up on the screen: England 2: 1 France.

Unexpectedly, in the last ten seconds of the game, England beat the French team by one goal.

"Damn it, I actually won!"

"Hahaha, I can't believe it, England has entered the finals!"

"Yeah, I made a lot of money this time!"

"I really regret it, why didn't I bet more just now."

In the room, the twenty rich men were in an uproar, and everyone stood up one after another, applauding enthusiastically.

While applauding, Yang Fei also checked it on his mobile phone, and it was indeed England who won the goal.

Ji Rou's guess is right.

Yang Fei, Zhao Yaxin, and Chen Liu looked at each other, and they all saw horror in each other's eyes.

At this moment, all eyes are on Ji Rou.

Everyone at the scene was smart. They knew that in the game just now, someone must have pre-designed the result of the game, so that England won the semi-final by one goal at the last minute.

What is certain is that Ji Rou does not have the ability to foretell.

Then there is only one truth, someone manipulated the game.

People in China can control European football matches thousands of miles away. This involves complex forces and confusion of interests, which makes people feel creepy when they think about it.

Suddenly, an organization popped up in everyone's mind - the "Party of Seven".

The Party of Seven originated in Italy and is an evil force that spreads all over the world.

The Party of Seven often appears in film and television dramas. They wear suits, ties, and guns.

Like in the movie "The Godfather", they control countless industries, and all of them are ruthless people.

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