Rebirth of the American Tyrant

"Come on, the market is open, the market is open, Brazil is tied for half, is there anyone to bet against me?"

An open-air bar in Lanai, although there are not many people, the atmosphere is still very lively.

Just after Jason Gao finished speaking, several people raised their middle fingers. Nima, when you open the market, you can only buy France. Asshole, a team that doesn't have any forwards, even if Brazil doesn't score a goal, it will lose at most half.

On such favorable terms, the ghost will buy the Gallic rooster.

"Ten thousand, I will win with a Gallic rooster." Just as Jason scratched his head and scratched his head, a lazy voice came over.

Others may be a little surprised, but Jason Gao is familiar with this voice, Nima, boss, why did you slip here again.

"Boss, you are sure to buy the Gaul Roosters. These guys are really weak. And this time, it is almost the strongest Brazil team in history."

William White agreed with Jason Gao's words. This is indeed the case. Four years later, the Samba Legion, whose camp has not changed much, is simply a **** against the gods.

"Give me a beer, thank you." Said to the bartender, William White sat naturally in front of the bar, and said casually: "If you know your strength and you will win or lose, then you don't need to watch the game. Comparing computer data, Brazil will be the champion every year."

Jason Gao is speechless. According to your opinion, it is difficult to win if the data is poor. What kind of **** logic is this.

But he doesn't care, 10,000 yuan is not a big sum for him. Moreover, now that he has a big head, he will not worry about betting deviations. Then, you bastards, if you like to buy Brazil, just Brazil.

On July 12, the beacon of the World Cup burned for nearly a month. With the end of this game, William White’s vacation was basically over.

After receiving the banknote from Xiaohu, William White threw it on the bar casually.

"If you win, I invite you to drink, this meal is all mine." After all, it is not a street bar in Europe. This time is not right. This will stay in Lanai, and it should not be a big fan.

After all, what can stay in Lanai is either rich or expensive. That means knowing who this guy is, otherwise, he would be a little offended if he talked so aggressively.

After all, the rich have a lot of troubles. Why do you say please please, do I have that friendship with you?

Of course, William White has no such scruples. He is the boss of this island. He said to treat him, then treat him. This is an anecdote, and no one feels upset.

William White raised his glass to indicate that the dozen or so men and women in the bar were also considered face. Well, with his position today, if anyone still provokes him, it would be a brain injury.

"Haha, haha, Jason, you are dead, look, Brazil is sleeping, and you don't even show up to warm up."

"Damn, that's to save energy."

William White raised his **** gracefully. "You go to check, in history, the regular matches have not warmed up, are there?"

Although Jason Gao is also a pseudo-fan, he is better than William White. After thinking about it for a long time, this guy was shocked to find that he didn't seem to have it, not even once!

This group of bastards, don't you need to be so big, ten thousand here is nothing, it's just fun. Nima, buddy also bought one hundred thousand peripherals. Forget it, forget it, let's fight left and right, Nima, somehow it's less than 10%.

William White didn't bother seeing this guy out on the phone. It's just hobbies, it doesn't really matter, if you become obsessed, it's boring.

The essence of buying but not selling, this is Henggu unchanged. When it comes to sports betting, this is naturally even more so.

Fake ball?

Perhaps, anyway, in William White's impression, except for Smecta and Japan in 2002. One session counts as one session, and this final in 1998 is definitely the most incomprehensible game.

Of course, I have to talk about it here. Only with strength can we have ideas. If you put Big Rabbit and Asan in, I think God can't solve your problem.

Frankly speaking, this year's Gallic rooster can also be said to be the strongest in history. Not to mention Zidane, this is also the best midfielder in the world.

As for the two forwards, it's not that bad. The combination of Henry and Trezeguet, what club you are in, is a luxurious existence.

Or, Zidane's performance is so good that these two goods won't be able to adapt for a while.

Until the start of the game, Brazil did not see a warm-up. The good news is of course not without, Ronaldo appeared.

In this way, the rumors before the game are just gimmicks.

Well, Jason Gao, who just sat down, seems a little regretful. Gee, shouldn't it, deliberately not to warm up, right?

"Jason, the Gaul Roosters are actually not that bad. I think it's better to play later. As long as you are not eliminated, there must be a chance."

"Boss, if the opponent is not Brazil, I will definitely choose the Gaul Rooster. After all, where the home court advantage is, the referee is a human, not a machine, and there will always be a certain tendency."

William White smiled bitterly to himself, what you said, at the World Cup in Japan and South Korea, there is no place to reason.

Smecta will be the first Asian country to raise the Hercules Cup.

Of course this would be a shame.

Even if you can’t guarantee absolute fairness in sports, at least it’s about the same. Lao Ma’s hand of God, you can say that it’s the hand of God once and a half. If you do it every time, it's not football, it's a Hollywood movie.

Sure enough, 15 minutes into the game, Brazil seemed to be sleepwalking. They seem to have thought about it, we haven't warmed up yet, otherwise, it's time to warm up.

If the opposite is a big rabbit, it doesn't matter if you sleepwalk for a while. Anyway, their team has decided to speak for Durex.

Seeing the ball flying around on the Brazilian's doorframe, Jason Gao's mentality improved a lot. Nima, if there is no hedge, **** it, my private money, is this a one-off rhythm.

"Fuck, did you score a goal?" Jason was stunned, and Zidane took the lead in less than thirty minutes.

William White shook his head and smiled bitterly. The forward of the Gaul Roosters still couldn't see it. I don't understand why two world-class forwards can't score.

"The Samba Legion is showing signs of decline. They must be caught up. How about it, Jason, can you raise it!"

"Damn, don't, next month, I will be miserable. Fortunately, if it doesn't wash away, **** it, what the aliens are up to, no one can see."

"Hey, I don't know what caused the fainting before the game, but you didn't feel a little bit interesting?"

"Fuck it, isn't it?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. However, I just know one thing. If Brazil wins this time, many bookmakers will lose their positions."

"Brother, is that a match-fix?"

"A match-fix is ​​not necessary. The fake is certain. How can the bookmaker make a profit? They draw commissions from both ends. If one end of the bet goes wrong, it will naturally need some means to fix it.

But this time, it seems that I didn't see it. Don't worry, our sources of information are definitely not as good as them. Therefore, I can't understand football, but I can understand the attitude of the bookmaker. "

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