The Shen Minglang family was very wealthy, no less than that of Jiang Wanzhou.
Shen Minglang, as the son of a wealthy family, opened a small bar and simply invested over 2 million. He buys football bets five thousand by five thousand, which, in his circle, is considered little.
A little gambling does the spirit good.
Around him, some bettors spend hundreds of thousands on a single match, or even more! They seek the thrill.
This Cheng Zhu was a friend of his cousin, Jiang Wanzhou. Shen Minglang didn't know his background, but by his way of speaking and his relaxed and carefree attitude, he instinctively felt that this "new cousin", dressed simply, must come from a family with certain resources.
When people interact, presence is something very evident.
Although Cheng Zhu calls him cousin in every sentence, when everyone converses, it really seems they are talking like friends.
The sons of wealthy families, recently graduated from high school and admitted to university, have probably received many red envelopes. Taking out more than 10,000 to have fun is not surprising.
But, spending twelve thousand betting on an exact score, and on top of that betting only on a scoreline, and that scoreline being 0:0, changes the situation completely.
People like them, if they bet on a scoreline, wouldn't bet on only one. After all, with such high odds, betting on several scorelines ensures that if they hit one, they win.
Betting the way Cheng Zhu did is very risky.
If he had bet 12,000 that Germany would win, Shen Minglang wouldn't have been surprised at all.
But betting 12,000 on a 0:0, even Shen Minglang couldn't help confirming again with this waiting university student.
"Yes, I'm only betting 12,000," said Cheng Zhu.
To be honest, he only regrets not having more money.
Damn it, a few days ago he spent over 1000 buying couple sneakers for Li Xinyue.
Did he spend over 1000? No!
With a probability of 7.5, that meant he spent close to 10,000.
In Cheng Zhu's memory, the 2014 World Cup final ended 1:0. But Germany scored in extra time, and when betting, only the regular time score counts, which was 0:0.
That is to say, he couldn't bet on 1:0, he had to bet on 0:0, otherwise he would lose.
That year, it could be said that the bettors lost everything. Almost everyone who bet on a scoreline lost money.
By the way, in 2014 he hadn't started watching the World Cup yet, but he watched all subsequent World Cups.
This made it so of the 2014 World Cup he only remembered two matches with score impressions.
One of those matches had already ended: Germany vs Brazil. That match was so exaggerated it ended 7:1.
That year there was a very famous news story about a drunkard in Holland who, after getting drunk, bet 200 euros on a 7:1, with a probability of 6500 times.
Incredible!
Cheng Zhu doesn't know if the news is true.
In his country there are no such exaggerated odds.
He only knows that this time he returned a few days late. If he had returned before that match, even with an initial capital of only 12,000, and although the odds of a 7:1 in his country weren't so exaggerated, he would have been able to take off and become a small millionaire immediately.
With sufficient capital, many things become easier to do.
Unfortunately, now he only reaches the World Cup final.
"It doesn't matter, little by little, there are many opportunities," thought Cheng Zhu.
For him, who has been reborn, he already knows the result. This cannot be considered a bet, he is just winning extra money.
He wanted to bet more money on the scoreline, but the time was very tight.
Jiang Wanzhou surely has his piggy bank full.
But Cheng Zhu knows him well.
He would definitely lend him money, but first he would make sure what he needs it for and watch him while he spends it.
This has to do with each person's personality. Cheng Zhu knows it, and understands that Jiang Wanzhou acts this way out of concern.
That was why he waited for Jiang Wanzhou to go to the bathroom to ask Shen Minglang to help him bet. He couldn't do it in front of him.
Shen Minglang doesn't know Cheng Zhu's family situation, but Jiang Wanzhou does.
If he heard that Cheng Zhu bet 12,000 on a scoreline, his first reaction would be to shout:
"Cheng Zhu, you are crazy!"
Jiang Wanzhou would definitely stop him, and then give him a few soft pats.
So Cheng Zhu had to arrange everything while he was in the bathroom.
"All this is because Shen Minglang's odds are high, and he is the most suitable person to help me bet, otherwise, I wouldn't even have to come to the bar," thought Cheng Zhu.
As for Jiang Wanzhou's reaction when he finds out, he will think of a solution later. He has a lie prepared.
He is sure he can deceive his friend.
At this moment, Shen Minglang also acted quickly and soon helped Cheng Zhu bet.
During the process, he also tried to persuade Cheng Zhu to diversify his bet and not bet only on one scoreline, but Cheng Zhu didn't listen.
Shen Qingning was sitting on the side, without saying a word.
She observed the young man in front of her, with his naturally raised eyebrows, wondering if he was doing this because he was provoked by the boy at the table next door.
Did he bet 2000 on winning or losing, and you bet 12,000 on the scoreline?
"Immature," thought Shen Qingning.
But she, by nature, is cold. If it were Jiang Wanzhou doing this, she might say something. But since it is Cheng Zhu, she just watches him and her impression of him begins to worsen.
He bets a lot, is reckless, and his behavior is immature.
In fact, boys of this age only have romance, jealousy, and rivalry on their minds.
In her impression, her brother Shen Minglang is the same. She has heard that when Shen Minglang meets a rival in a nightclub, if the other orders a bottle of Ace of Spades, he will order three.
Shen Qingning looked at Cheng Zhu once more, feeling that this visit to the bar was really boring.
In the bar, Shen Minglang spoke loudly. After all, this is his place, so every word he said was clearly audible to Li Xinyue and her group.
On the other hand, Cheng Zhu spoke with a normal tone, so what they said was heard more confusedly from their side.
Therefore, Li Xinyue and the others only heard that Shen Minglang helped Cheng Zhu bet 12,000, but didn't understand exactly on what.
However, the sole number of 12,000 was already enough.
This made Li Rui suddenly feel that his 2000 were a bit insignificant.
"Is Cheng Zhu showing off? Did he really bet 12,000?" murmured Chen Rongrong in a low voice.
"He must be crazy, where did he get so much money?" frowned Li Xinyue.
Knowing Cheng Zhu, she thought he wouldn't do something like that.
She felt that she probably hadn't heard well, that information was missing.
On the other hand, Li Rui, upon hearing this, felt that he had to show his purchasing power again. Cheng Zhu can't, but I can.
He quickly sent a message to his cousin to help him bet.
After making the bet, he said:
"I talked to my cousin and we think Argentina will definitely win, so I bet another 10,000"
"Huh?" Chen Rongrong was surprised, and Li Xinyue raised her head to look at Li Rui.
Li Rui really didn't understand football, he almost never followed it.
And, in fact, knowing or not knowing about this isn't always important.
What World Cup hasn't had surprises?
Like the Germany vs Brazil match, who would have thought it would end in a surprising 7:1?
Li Rui said solemnely:
"Argentina has Messi, it's safe." Actually, he only knew Messi.
"Do you want to bet a little too?" suggested Li Rui.
Chen Rongrong showed a lot of interest and said she would bet 500, urging Li Xinyue to join too.
Li Xinyue had no interest in football, but she couldn't resist her friend's insistence, and besides, she didn't know what was happening with Cheng Zhu, so she decided to bet 500 that Argentina would win.
Li Rui had already planned that if Argentina won, he would give the money to Li Xinyue, and if they lost, he would say there was a communication error with his cousin and the bet wasn't made.
"Anyway, I won't let Xinyue lose money, nor ruin her mood while she is with me"
Even the bootlickers would bark in surprise:
"How warm, he is really naive!"