The Shen family was very wealthy, no worse than Jiang Wanzhou's family.
As a rich second generation, Shen Minglang casually opening a small bar invested over two million.
Him betting fifty thousand at a time on games was actually considered betting little in his circle.
Small gambling for pleasure.
Around him, there were some gambling addicts betting hundreds of thousands per match, some even more!
It was all about the thrill!
This Cheng Zhu was little cousin Jiang Wanzhou's friend. Shen Minglang didn't know his background, but hearing his manner of speaking and seeing his relaxed casual demeanor, he instinctively felt this "new little cousin" dressed plainly but his family should have some substance.
When people interact, presence is very obvious.
Don't look at how Cheng Zhu kept calling him cousin—when they chatted, it really was like friends chatting.
Rich families' kids, just graduated high school, passed university entrance exams, probably received quite a few red envelope gifts. Taking out over ten thousand to play with wasn't strange.
But spending twelve thousand to bet on a score, and only betting on one score, and betting on 0-0 at that—the nature was completely different!
People like them, if betting on scores, wouldn't only bet on one score.
After all with such high odds here, bet on several scores—as long as one hits, that's profit!
Like Cheng Zhu doing this, the risk was too high.
Betting twelve thousand on Germany winning, Shen Minglang wouldn't be surprised at all.
But betting twelve thousand on 0-0, Shen Minglang couldn't help but reconfirm with this prospective university student.
"Yeah, betting twelve thousand." Cheng Zhu said.
Honestly, he only regretted having so little money on him.
Fucking hell, a few days ago he spent over a thousand buying couple shoes for Li Xinyue.
Was that over a thousand he spent? No! At 7.5 odds, that was nearly ten thousand he spent!
In Cheng Zhu's memory, the 2014 World Cup finals ended with a score of 1-0.
But Germany scored in overtime. When betting on games, you only looked at the regular time score. In regular time, the score was 0-0.
That meant he couldn't bet on 1-0, he should bet on 0-0, otherwise it would count as losing money.
This year, gambling addicts could be said to have lost everything! People betting on scores almost all lost money.
Speaking of which, he hadn't started watching the World Cup in 2014. He watched all the later World Cups though.
This meant for the 2014 World Cup, he only had score impressions of two matches.
For these two matches, the commentators in later World Cups often mentioned them, bringing them up frequently.
One of them was the already-finished Germany vs Brazil.
That match was outrageous, actually ending 7-1!
That year, there was a very famous news story about a drunk Dutch man who, after getting drunk, spent 200 euros betting on 7-1, with odds of 6500 times!
Wuhu, taking off!
Whether the news was real or fake, Cheng Zhu couldn't figure out.
There was no way domestic odds would be that exaggerated.
He only knew he'd regressed a few days too late. If he'd regressed before this match, even if his capital was only twelve thousand, even if domestic 7-1 odds weren't that exaggerated, he could still take off on the spot, instantly becoming a little rich man.
With sufficient capital, many things afterward would be much more convenient!
Too bad now he could only catch the World Cup finals.
"Doesn't matter, take it slow, there are plenty of opportunities." Cheng Zhu thought.
For him as a regressor, he already knew the result. This couldn't even be called gambling, could only be said to be collecting windfall profits.
Speaking of which, he'd wanted to bet more capital on the score.
But time was too tight.
This guy Jiang Wanzhou definitely had a full piggy bank.
But Cheng Zhu understood this guy.
He'd definitely lend Cheng Zhu money, but the prerequisite was he'd definitely find out what Cheng Zhu was borrowing money for, might even watch him spend the money.
This related to each person's personality. Cheng Zhu was clear in his heart that Jiang Wanzhou doing this was actually a form of caring.
And the reason he only asked Shen Minglang to help place bets when Jiang Wanzhou went to the bathroom was because it wasn't convenient to do it in front of him.
Shen Minglang didn't know Cheng Zhu's family situation, but Jiang Wanzhou did.
If he heard Cheng Zhu spending twelve thousand betting on a score, his first reaction would definitely be to delicately scold: "Cheng Zhu, have you gone crazy!"
Jiang Wanzhou would definitely try to stop him, then give him a few Bone-Softening Palms.
TL: Forgot to go over this. Bone-Softening Palm is a theoretical martial technique of soft external damage, heavy internal damage. It's describing how soft Jiang Wanzhou's punches/slaps are when he smacks Cheng Zhu.
Therefore, Cheng Zhu had to get everything done during his bathroom break.
"Speaking of which, it's also because Shen Minglang's betting odds here are high, and he's currently the most suitable person I can think of to place bets through. Otherwise there'd be no need to come to the bar together." Cheng Zhu thought.
As for Jiang Wanzhou's reaction after learning about this, he'd find a way to handle it. He'd already prepared his lie!
Deceiving brothers—he was very confident!
At this moment, Shen Minglang's operation was also very fast. Before long he'd helped Cheng Zhu place the bet.
During this process, he also advised Cheng Zhu a couple times to diversify a bit, not just bet on one score, but Cheng Zhu didn't listen.
Shen Qingning sat to the side, not saying a single word from start to finish.
She looked at this young man before her whose eyebrow corners naturally tilted slightly upward, thinking whether he was doing this because he was stimulated by that boy at the next table?
He bets 2000 on win/loss, so you bet twelve thousand on the score?
"Childish." Shen Qingning thought.
But this person was naturally aloof by nature. If it were Jiang Wanzhou doing this, she might say a few words. But since it was Cheng Zhu doing it, she would only watch from the side, and her impression of this person started becoming not particularly good.
Heavy gambling nature, and unwise, his methods also childish.
As expected, boys this age had their heads full of romance, jealously competing.
In her impression, her brother Shen Minglang was the same. She'd heard people say that when Shen Minglang ran into a romantic rival at a nightclub and the other side ordered a set of Ace of Spades, he'd directly order three sets.
Shen Qingning glanced at Cheng Zhu, increasingly feeling this bar trip today was really quite boring.
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In Wine Hidden, Shen Minglang spoke with a rather loud voice. After all this was his own bar, so his every sentence could be heard clearly on Li Xinyue's side.
But Cheng Zhu spoke at normal volume, so they heard it more vaguely.
Therefore, Li Xinyue and the others only heard clearly that Shen Minglang helped Cheng Zhu place a bet of twelve thousand, but didn't catch what he bet on.
However, just the number twelve thousand was enough.
This suddenly made Li Rui feel his two thousand was a bit embarrassing.
"Is Cheng Zhu bluffing? Really betting twelve thousand?" Chen Rongrong said quietly.
"He's crazy, where would he get that much money?" Li Xinyue frowned.
Based on her understanding of Cheng Zhu, he shouldn't do this kind of thing.
She felt they probably didn't hear the content clearly, missed some information.
But Li Rui, upon hearing this, felt he needed to display his financial power again. Cheng Zhu couldn't do it, but he could.
He directly messaged his cousin on WeChat, having him help place a bet on his end.
After placing it, he said: "I just analyzed with my cousin and feel Argentina will definitely win, so I bet another ten thousand."
"Ah?" Chen Rongrong was shocked, and Li Xinyue also looked up at Li Rui.
Li Rui actually didn't understand soccer. He basically never paid attention to soccer normally.
And actually, understanding it wasn't necessarily important.
Which World Cup didn't have several upsets?
Like that Germany versus Brazil match—who would have thought beforehand it would end with an absurd 7-1?
Li Rui said in a serious tone: "Argentina has Messi, it's stable."
More accurately, he actually only recognized Messi.
"Do you two want to bet a bit for fun too?" Li Rui said.
Chen Rongrong was quite interested, saying she wanted to bet 500, and told Li Xinyue to join too.
Li Xinyue had absolutely no interest in soccer, but couldn't withstand her best friend's nagging. Plus she didn't know what the situation was on Cheng Zhu's side, making her inexplicably also bet 500 on Argentina winning.
Li Rui had already planned in his heart—if Argentina won, he'd transfer money to Li Xinyue. If Argentina lost, he'd say he and his cousin miscommunicated during the operation, failed to place the bet.
"Can't let Xinyue lose money and affect her mood playing with me."
Dogs hearing this would have to bark a few times: "Warm, he's really warm!"