England 1986

Chapter 132 Sued again?
On the TV in the casino, as the intermission ended, the two teams switched places, and the second half of the game began.

The middle-aged man looked at the lineups of the two teams in the second half and felt something was wrong.

Theoretically speaking, the visiting team had a three-goal lead in the first half. In the second half, in order to seek stability, it is not impossible to change the formation and play defensive counterattacks.

But this kind of tactics is gradual, how can there be a direct substitution during the intermission?
And did you replace the entire central axis player of the visiting team?
The Hyundai City team replaced the main striker who scored two goals in the first half, the winger was also replaced, and a tall and strong center forward was replaced.

The main midfielder was also replaced, and the replacement became a central defender.

From the traditional four-four-two formation in the first half, it has changed to five-three-one.

The home team, Conners Wharf, also replaced three new players during the intermission.

Two strikers pulled wide, another striker was replaced, the midfielder replaced one and added one, and the defender removed one.

This extremely weird performance, as the whistle sounded in the second half, brought more and more uneasiness to the middle-aged man.

On average, every 10 minutes, the home team Conners Wharf scored a goal without any hassle. With each goal, the cheers from thousands of fans at the scene made the middle-aged man look even more gloomy. point.

The game on TV, it looks like there is no problem.

But no problem is the biggest problem. The two teams are like a turn-based game. In the first half, the away team attacked with all their strength, and the home team defended in a panic. In the second half, the home team attacked with all their strength, and the visiting team defended in a panic.

This kind of routine, anyone who understands football can feel that it is abnormal, but they just play it like this!
And the scene seemed to be full of passion, and the fight was very exciting.

People who don't understand look at it and think that although the overall level of football in Wales is low, they dare to play and fight hard.

Fuck!
As the final whistle sounded, the extremely ironic score in the upper right corner of the TV screen made the angry middle-aged man want to vomit blood—4:3.

The home team Conners Wharf team really chased four goals in the second half and overtook the score.

And what is the bet between the boy and him?
If the home team wins a goal, it takes all!

The fuck!

"You son-of-a-bitch bitch, you fucker!"

The middle-aged man already felt that something was wrong. Although he didn't know who the little boy was, but he was able to influence the scores of the two teams in such a short period of ten minutes at halftime. This identity is definitely not easy!
Although the game of the Welsh team was broadcast live on TV, but now, the place under his feet is Liverpool!
There is still a certain distance from Wales!

"Will you bet and admit defeat, why? You still want to renege on your debt?"

The little boy was also unhappy, clapped his hands, let the team of lawyers waiting outside come in, and signed the transfer agreement on the spot.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth trembled, looking at the transfer agreement in front of him, he felt unwilling, but he didn't dare to make trouble in this casino.

The new bet made in black and white during the halftime between the two, and now the boy has won, if he dares to renege, he will not be able to leave this casino today.

He was extremely unwilling to write his name on the transfer agreement. After that, other procedures were needed, and the lawyers of these casinos would follow him to go through it later.

"Little boy, you are fine! Very fine!"

The middle-aged man stood up while talking, trying to open the door of the lounge and go in to vent the fire.

But before he could open the door, the door was opened from the inside.

The girl who had been laughing at him all afternoon, now her eyes became cold and she looked at him with her arms folded.

"You"

Look at her eyes, and then look at the girl who walks around him, walks behind the little boy, and just looks at him quietly.

The middle-aged man feels a little chilly now, is this girl also the other party's person?

This is prepared!
It seems that my luck this afternoon is also an illusion. There is such a person standing behind me.
Those people who played cards with me also deliberately lost money to him?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked at the bargaining chips on the table that already belonged to the boy, and gritted his teeth and said to himself: It's a good plan!
So many people played with him for an afternoon, it seemed that he won for an afternoon, and in the end he returned all the capital and profits to the other party, not to mention all the Manchester United shares in his hand, and a factory!
"The cost of the private room is mine. That's right. The steak you ate just now is my treat. Thank you for your bet! Remember to go through the formalities later, and I'll be leaving first."

The little boy stood up, bent his left arm, and the girl next to him consciously took the man's arm, and the two left in a chic manner, leaving only the other party's waiter packing up the chips in the private room.

"Hold!"

The middle-aged man could only yell fiercely at the back of the little boy.

The little boy had just left the door of the private room, and the one waiting for him outside was the gambler who was pushed out by the middle-aged man before entering the private room in the afternoon.

"Notify Mr., it's all over, you stay, and after he leaves, spread the news that he won a large sum of money."

"Ok."

"Sir, it's done over there, and the shares are left to the other party to complete the transfer procedures."

"Very well, you go down first and arrange for them to return to the United States."

Old Karl stood up, walked to the balcony, picked up the big phone and started the next step.

Shares are only the first step. This kind of thing is something on the surface. If you want to get it at a low price, the easiest way is to rely on this method.

In ancient and modern China and abroad, gambling is the best way to deceive people, there is no one!

These shares will all go to the young master in the end, so when doing things, you have to be careful not to damage the young master's reputation and let others say that his methods are disgraceful.

Now, it is reasonable for Americans to resell the shares they won by luck in casinos to those who are willing to pay a high price before leaving?
As for the middle-aged man who lost his shares, he thought he was unlucky to lose his shares?

Or is this the end of the matter?

It can only be said that he is too naive. The first step is that after all the procedures for the shares are completed, he will find out that there are rumors that he has won a large sum of money from a wealthy American businessman in a casino.

second step.
He would be found in a certain alley and die tragically.

It's as simple as that, he was killed by some gangsters who were spying on his wealth, and his death was unclear.

In this way, Old Karl will take the photo of the middle-aged man when he died tragically to scare the other shareholders who have shares in Manchester United.

Don't sell the shares in your hand at a low price, and meet their fate, just like the dead people in the photo!
And even if the death of the middle-aged man is discovered, it has nothing to do with him, old Karl. He didn't kill him, and no one would suspect that rich American businessman.

He just wanted to win the shares. After winning the shares, he disposed of the shares and returned to the United States the next day. He had no motive for killing.

As for the others, with the ability of the Liverpool police, let's investigate slowly.

There are always clues in the investigation, right?

All the people involved in this case will go abroad or disappear one after another, so why not investigate.

The only useful evidence may be that this matter seems to be related to the current chairman of the Manchester United Club, Edwards Jr., go check it out!

When the time comes when they find little Edwards, there are only two ways left for little Edwards. First, he is often harassed by the Liverpool police to cooperate with the investigation. Second, he takes refuge in Earl Allen.

There is no third way. Among the other old shareholders who sold their shares, there will be rumors that Little Edwards bought murderers to plot the shares held by middle-aged men.

In this incident, the most "poor" man was the middle-aged man. His fate was already doomed from the moment he was selected by Old Carl as the monkey to scare others.

Before he died, he could still win a good afternoon, and there were still women to play with, so he was worthy of him.

Today is the weekend, and the crew is resting. Wales is very hot in August, and it is still hot and humid.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, he opened his eyes and looked at the thighs on his chest. Allen grabbed Monica's ankles and gently threw them away, then threw the blanket on her at will, sat up and pulled it Pull the rattle by the bed.

Before the servant came in, Xiao Huang, who was in the kennel on the ground, poked his head out when he heard the noise.

This little thing grows very fast. Allen has been feeding it with fish fillets or meat sticks this week. When we first met last week, Xiao Huang still had a little yellow-brown fluff on his body. Due to food problems, the color of his fur has faded over the past few days. Slowly developing towards the gray direction.

A new layer of fluff grows out, but the growth is not uniform, and the body looks like a circle of fat, and some places that have not yet grown new fluff look like they are bald.

This guy stretched out his two small wings, like an old pervert holding his trousers, and ran to Alan's feet with two short, fluffy-looking legs. After seeing Alan, Small mouth.

"How can you eat as soon as you open your eyes? What else can you do besides eating?"

When Allen sees this little thing, no matter when he sees him for the first time, he must open his mouth and wait to be fed.

Grabbing Xiaohuang, the fluffy feel is very good, and there is an advantage of owls, their necks can be rotated at an exaggerated angle, even if they are rubbed hard, there is no need to worry about breaking their necks.

It's a very cute little pet.

Allen still patted its head with his thumb, and Xiao Huang's head was rubbed by Allen like a joystick of a gamepad, chattering anxiously.

The servant opened the door and came in, Allen waved his hand and said, "I'm going to take a bath, I won't wash in the bedroom anymore."

"Okay sir."

Looking at Monica, who was still asleep, the eyeliner on this little girl's face was blurred by tears, and the black traces were everywhere along the face that flowed under the eyes, like a ghost.

"Don't worry about it here, let's talk about it when she wakes up."

"I know, Master!"

After taking a bath with Xiao Huang, Alan, who was full of energy again, was wearing a bathrobe, holding Xiao Huang in his left hand, and walked to the study.

There is nothing to do today, and Alan who is at home is not going to go downstairs, and he is cool in a bathrobe.

He took the meat strips and fed Xiao Huang first, and after Xiao Huang was full, he put it on his desk to play with as usual, and then picked up the fork to start eating.

Now it's past 11 o'clock, and I can't tell whether this meal is breakfast or lunch.

Picking up a piece of fried cod, I felt that the taste was a bit heavy, and I picked up a lemon and squeezed a little lemon juice on the remaining pieces of fried cod.

Allen raised his chin, indicating that Huth next to him had something to say.

"Yesterday Carl called back and said that all the personnel have been sent out. The affairs over there are almost done, and there is only a little to be finished. He will be back in two days."

"Um"

Allen nodded, not sure if he was responding to Huth, or whether the fried cod with a little lemon juice was more delicious.

"Master. The Industrial Committee sent a message yesterday that they have complained about you."

"Ok?"

The fork in his hand paused, and Allen blinked, a little inexplicably.

What is Lao Tzu doing that is worth complaining about?
"What is an industrial committee?"

"Uh"

Huth picked up the spectacles in his shirt pocket, blinked vigorously, put the spectacles on his left eye socket, picked up his notebook, looked carefully, and said, "Well, they are an organization under the Ministry of Industry. Responsibilities such as overall planning, responsible.”

"Wait, just say what they complained about me!"

"What they're complaining about is uh... endangering national security and transferring pillar industries abroad."

"???"

Allen was shocked. He didn't find out that his family had any industries that could endanger national security. What does this fucking protest mean?
Could it be that the Star Cup was sold abroad by him, which affected the practice skills of the white ducks in Great Britain?

"Young master, it's radios. Don't you want to transfer all the production lines to Huaguo? They received news from the customs. They said that radios play an important role in critical times. Although our radio factory is small in scale, it has a long history. you"

Does the radio still have this function?
This almost made Allen laugh angrily.

"Fack! Fucking bullshit! Then why didn't I see them come out to help me when I was short of money, and if I moved the production line, it would endanger national security? Who complained?"

"Uh, the signature is the Industrial Committee."

"Go and check, um, so, you go to contact Hughes and ask him to check and see who complained about me. They have nothing to do all day, right?"

I have to jump out and take care of me for such a small matter. I'm giving you face, right? Don't you want to see whose stuff it is?

A bunch of dog stuff.

Allen stood up, grabbed the little Huang who was still pecking at the pen on the table, and said: "Look who complained about me, get him, let Carmarthen Hospital open a case, and say that I was hit hard by this complaint." , Let them lose money! Whoever complains will be responsible!"

After finishing speaking, Allen didn't want to eat the leftover fried cod anymore. He was very angry, and he was going to go back to vent.

When he was about to leave the study door, Allen paused, and suddenly remembered something: "How is the film and television company set up? We don't have much time left."

"It's almost done next week, young master. Next week, I will inform the guests from the island country in advance and invite them to come over and have a detailed talk with you. Do you think it's okay?"

"next week"

Allen thought about it. Although the speed of this work is a bit slow, it involves a lot of areas and is acceptable.

"Okay, then you can arrange it, I'll go back and rest for a while!"

"Okay, master, you go slowly."

Huth picked up his notebook and followed Allen. When Allen was away, he would not stay alone in this study.

(End of this chapter)