Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 1712

"Brother! My name is Zhang Anhe. All the brothers on Xianggang Road call me Brother He. I don't know what you call me, brother?"

"Han Guang's family!"

"Brother Han! What would you like to drink?"

Han Guangjia waved his hand: "Thank you Brother He for your kindness, I won't drink anything."

It is the most basic rule for people in the rivers and lakes not to eat or drink things from strangers.

Zhang Anhe didn't force it, and passed cigarettes to Han Guang's family.

"I don't smoke." Han Guang's family refused.

"Haha! Brother, you are too careful, don't worry! My friend Zhang Anhe recognizes, I guarantee that no one will do anything wrong."

It's useless to say.

Everyone is not familiar with it, even if it is said to be a hype, Han Guang's family will not believe it.

It's not that they haven't experienced black hands behind the scenes.

Wan Feng didn't know what was going on outside. When Han Guang's house was fighting with the locals, he followed Lin Ting into the back room and went down the stairs to a basement.

The basement is very spacious, with an area of ​​about [-] square meters, and the decoration is magnificent.

There were as many people in the house as in the living room outside.

These people are all in suits and leather shoes, with oily hair and noodles, and they are either rich or expensive.

These people either stand or sit.

There are also sexy hostesses serving wine to these boys and buddies with plates in their hands from time to time.

Wan Feng never liked wearing a suit, that is, in his last life, he never wore a suit except for the few years of his marriage.

He was only in a casual suit this time, which made him look like a redneck in this basement.

Lin Tingfang led Wan Feng to a corner seat and went to chat with others.

Wan Feng just sat there alone, quietly watching others chatting.

No one paid any attention to him, not even the ladies who delivered the wine looked at him.

The reason why I use watching other people's chatting instead of listening to other people's chatting is because they all speak Cantonese, which he can't understand.

But these people were obviously talking about the game, because he heard Maradona's name.

A good Maradona is not pronounced as Maradona, which makes Wan Feng very contemptuous.

He doesn't know anyone here except Lin Tingfang, and no one else knows him.

Since he couldn't understand what the other party said, Wan Feng simply stopped listening after listening for a while, and began to close his eyes and recall the story of the [-] World Cup.

The 1990 No. 14 World Cup can be said to be a World Cup with the ultimate defense.

This is a World Cup where penalty kicks are flying everywhere. Many games are decided by penalty kicks or through penalty shootouts, including the final.

Watching it as a spectator is extremely boring.

Although this World Cup is boring, there are many miracles born. The biggest one is Uncle Mira from Cameroon.

The 38-year-old veteran bloomed the last brilliance of his football career when he was about to retire. He played like a god every time, helped Cameroon reach the quarter-finals of the World Cup unprecedentedly, and almost pulled Yinggelan off the horse .

Another legend is Italy's Schillaci, a player not known to many people before the game. He became a hit in the World Cup and became the top scorer. After the World Cup, he fell like a meteor and quickly disappeared. Everyone.

As if his football career was born for this World Cup, it's over when it's over.

Another legendary player who cannot but be mentioned is Argengo's goalkeeper Goyechea.

When Agen's No. [-] and No. [-] goalkeepers were both injured, as the No. [-] goalkeeper, he turned out to be Agen's real thigh. One-eighth and one-fourth were his two supplementary points each. Root stopped to advance to the final.

His deterrence in penalty kicks made Matthaus, who won a penalty kick in the final, dare not go to the penalty spot.

Bremer's penalty was almost saved by Goyechea.

If his hand was two inches longer for that penalty kick, it is estimated that the ranking of the World Cup will be rewritten.

Wan Feng sat quietly.

He didn't know when and how to place the bet, Lin Tingfang didn't tell him and he didn't intend to ask.

If it delays his winning, it is impossible for Lin Tingfang to stay out of the matter. If you have no money to pay, Wan Feng is going to sell him to Southeast Asia as a duck.

Lin Tingfang was probably also afraid of being sold to Southeast Asia, so at around eight o'clock, he came with a waiter in an evening gown.

"Mr. Wan! Now it's time to bet. If you want to bet, you can report to this gentleman."

"Is there a limit on the amount?"

"Theoretically, there is no limit, but punters with large bets have to provide proof of bank property. Sir, which party do you want to bet on and how much you want to bet on?" The waiter-like person answered Wan Feng's question politely. question.

"I bought Etaly and beat Yinggelan 2000-[-], [-] million Hong Kong dollars."

Wan Feng spoke in a low voice, but the effect was like thunder, the pen and paper and the mobile phone in the waiter's hand almost fell to the ground.

Lin Tingfang's legs were even weaker, and he almost couldn't stand still.

Of the 2000 million Hong Kong dollars, 500 million was invested by Wan Feng himself, the other [-] million was [-] million from Lin Lairong, and the rest was from Han Guang's family.

With such an opportunity to pick up money, of course brothers and friends followed suit.

The people in the house also began to quiet down.

"Which mainland boy bet 2000 million to buy Italian hotel and win!"

"What a big handwriting!"

There was a lot of discussion in the room.

Even though these sons and brothers are all disciples of wealthy families, they have not reached the level of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars, so Wan Feng's bet naturally surprised them.

"What? Don't pick up too much?" Seeing that the waiter didn't respond, Wan Feng asked.

"Do you want to buy an Italian?" Lin Tingfang asked.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"We all buy Yinggelan to win."

Buy Yingge blue to win?Even if you can't know the result of the game in advance, Idali is at least the host. After losing to Agen, Idali feels suffocated. Will it lose the third place battle?
But when he turned his head, Wan Feng realized that Yinggelan was still the suzerain of Xianggang, so it was understandable that these people would love Yinggelan.

And this year's Yinggelan is really strong, and the stars are shining, Hilton, Beardsley, Gascoigne, Lineker.

You guys like Yinggelan, but I don't like shit sticks.

"I still feel that Idaly can win." Wan Feng said calmly.

His words made the people in this basement look dissatisfied, and some even curled their lips.

"I want to see your property certificate." The waiter didn't show any dissatisfaction.

Wan Feng took out several cashier's checks from Hunan and Hong Kong, and the waiter immediately called and started to inquire.

"Are you really going to buy Yidali to win, and you still want to buy scores?" Lin Tingfang asked again.

"If you want to follow along with the purchase, report it, and if you don't buy it, you will sell it. Why are there so many questions?" Wan Feng replied impatiently.

Wan Feng is not a person who doesn't hold grudges, he has left himself here since he entered the house, it's no wonder he would give him a good face.

(End of this chapter)