The day before April Fools' Day, the day before the game.
Liu Chuanxiong flew to Los Angeles from Wangting and met Huang Youfeng and his 82-year-old father Huang Shixun.
Huang Youfeng's wife is Yang Wei and his daughter Huang Yang. Their main business is operating black casinos, underground casinos, and franchised casinos.
There are gambling properties in places like Solomon, Thousand Islands, and Phuket.
In the villa south of the abandoned track, next door to the mansion of a famous female host in District D, Liu Chuanxiong and Huang Shixun shook hands.
"Brother Huang," 79-year-old Liu Chuanxiong said with a painful expression, "You must save me!"
"What's wrong?" Huang Shixun, who looks like an eighty-year-old v. Hu Moumou, asked with concern.
"I was cheated so badly by Zhang Jing..." Liu Chuanxiong spent five minutes introducing his tragic experience.
Of course, it is filled with oil and vinegar, and the taste completely changes, as if Zhang Jing is really heinous.
Granddaughter Liu Ya and assistant Liu Lehua were listening. Even though they were very upright, they couldn't agree because Zhang Jing said that he would win if he bought Milika.
Even so, they chose to shut up and support Liu Chuanxiong from the bottom of their hearts.
"Listen to this, Zhang Jing is indeed hateful," the conversation changed, and the clever Huang Shixun spoke quickly, "The situation is similar to ours. In the past two years, we have been unlucky and suffered heavy losses."
Hearing the implication of Huang Shixun's words, Liu Chuanxiong still wanted to speak, "Brother Huang, can you give me a hand and help me tide over the difficulties?"
"Brother Liu," 82-year-old Huang Shixun said earnestly, "It's not that I won't help you, and we just recently bought Zhang Jing and lost 200 million yuan, so we really have no money to help you."
"But I can't let you run away in vain," Huang Shixun promised, "I am willing to help you with 20 million yuan, with an annual interest of two cents, and a term of one year."
Liu Chuanxiong nodded, something is better than nothing.
Also, unlike a bank, it is a favor to borrow money privately with an annual interest rate of two cents.
Next it was time to write IOUs and transfer money, and Liu Chuanxiong left an hour later.
"Dad," Huang Youfeng asked his father in confusion as he watched the guests drive away, "Liu Chuanxiong has a bunch of online loan licenses in District D, and he has good relations with fried chickens and Westerners;
The accumulation of four generations is said to be very rich. How could it be reduced to borrowing money from us? "
“There are rumors that something went wrong with their gloves and that the money saved by the ancestors and his generation was lost;
He is still struggling with lithium resources," Huang Shixun, who looks like an elderly Hu Moumou, said lightly, "Look, he is only 79 years old, he looks older than me. "
"It's better to keep the money in your own hands," Huang Youfeng said immediately, "If you don't want to be slaughtered like a pig, you can leave Area D."
"Their family is fried chicken and Western gloves," Huang Shixun chuckled. "The nationality cannot leave Area D, otherwise it will not be able to cause damage from within and can only use gloves to hold cash."
Huang Youfeng understood thoughtfully.
The father and son chatted a lot, but Yang Wei was not mentioned. It seemed that they were treating the tragedy as a happy event.
Liu Chuanxiong didn't know the content of the chat between Huang Shixun and Huang Youfeng. He wanted to borrow more money before the game between Zhang Jing and Nigel started, and bet that Zhang Jing would lose!
That's right.
After reading Nigel Freikson's information, Liu Chuanxiong firmly believed that Zhang Jing would lose and had no chance of winning! ! !
For the same thing, Zhang Jing met Yuan Hong at Manor No. 1550.
She also has long black slightly wavy hair, her skin looks elastic, her big eyes, and her nose are small, and she looks like the internet celebrity Eleanorli, Li Kaixin.
Enter the living room.
Looking around the interior space curiously, Yuan Hong praised, "Your life is better than that of most emperors."
"That's right," Zhang Jing said sarcastically, "The emperor needs to maintain his power at all times, and also thinks about how to make a lot of money. I don't have that much thought."
Yuan Hong didn't seem to understand Zhang Jing's backlash and went straight to the point and asked, "What do you think about fighting and betting against Nigel Freikson?"
"Do you suspect that I have been friends with the Norwegian pirate god for a long time?"
"This is what I can't figure out," Yuan Hong wondered, "Although you have all kinds of bad things, you have many girlfriends and like to go to nightclubs;
But he has a noble character and will not join the ranks of Norwegian pirates. "
Having many girlfriends + loving nightclubs = having high moral character? ? ?
"Please sit down," Silk brought black tea and coke, "You guys chat slowly, stay for lunch, I'll prepare it."
Yuan Hong did not refuse, but looked at Eleanorli without any trace.
Li Kaixin felt like she was being electrocuted. She reacted in three seconds and said, "I'll help you. I can fry poached eggs and cook instant noodles."
in the living room.
Sitting face to face with the guests, Zhang Jing said seriously, "The reason why I dare to bet with pirates is because I think I will definitely win."
"It's like buying a stock randomly and thinking it will rise," Yuan Hong asked, "just buying a lottery ticket thinking it will win the jackpot?"
"That's pretty much what I mean," Zhang Jing nodded seriously, "I firmly believe that I won't lose."
It was obvious that Zhang Jing was extremely confident. Yuan Hong asked, "Have you checked Nigel Freikson's information?"
"I haven't checked."
Yuan Hong was confused. Zhang Jing seemed like a lunatic, but he had always been crazy and successful.
But all the facts show that Nigel Freikson is stronger.
How to choose?
After lunch, after careful consideration, Yuan Hong, as a think tank, gave her boss the advice - do nothing.
As if there is no such thing.
However, President Shan Maxi not only has Yuan Hong as his think tank, but others all suggest buying Zhang Jingshu. How to choose?
Bao Guo Quenching Division, Taocang Group, Tu'ao Second Minerals, Jiangjun Gong, Sheep Tail Oil, Su Su...etc., people Zhang Jing knew and didn't know concentrated their bets before the market was closed.
....
City of Santa Clara.
In a residential area about 5 kilometers away from the mat headquarters, in an ordinary two-story villa.
Wang Sisi looked at her mother who had closed the computer and asked, "Mom, how much do you win by buying Brother Zhang?"
"Win?" Su Su asked Wang Sisi.
"Of course I win," Wang Sisi said furiously, "Why don't you think you'll lose!"
"Buy to win, buy to win," Su Su rolled her eyes, "I'll invest all of our parents' capital, with a small target of 20 meters, through Qisheng Bank."
"20 meters??" Wang Sisi's eyes widened.
"Yes," Su Su nodded seriously, "If you win this time, I will buy you a big house in San Francisco."
Wang Sisi felt her mother's determination,
They also believed that Zhang Jing would win, and all three groups including Silk, Jennifer, Liu Xiaolu, and Liang Jieyang participated in the bet.
You cannot buy the gambling agreement sold by Big Coconut Money Bank. The banker bets on Zhang Jing to win, and the buyer can only buy and lose.
Gambling//bookmaking companies are not good, they guarantee income during droughts and floods, and are suitable for small players.
You can only buy from Western banks. The bank will open a betting market, match them, and charge an intermediary fee.
In the midst of much anticipation, the time came to eight o'clock in the evening on April Fool's Day.
The game will be held at the Rose Bowl Stadium and tickets will be sold.
An octagonal cage is set up in the middle of the huge gymnasium, and cameras are hung on the surrounding columns to project live broadcasts to the Internet and big screens.
These are arranged by professional fighting companies, and both Zhang Jing and his opponents make money.
Zhang Jing was the first to appear, and Youduo Xiyao sang a war song, "Red Dust Rolling" in non-standard Mandarin.
This surprised the approximately 40,000 spectators at the scene.
In particular, many of the Asians sounded very emotional. Unfortunately, many of them lost out on Zhang Jing's music.
