mtlumby2d Chapter 283 The World Cup Begins
Chapter 283 The World Cup Begins
"Argentina? What's wrong with Argentina? Will there be an upset?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng indeed became interested.
Evans was overjoyed to see Wang Xiucheng like this.
"It is said that there is some division within Argentina, with a certain gap between players playing in Europe and players playing in Argentina."
As Evans spoke, he got up and took out a few bottles of water from the refrigerator and gave them to Wang Xiucheng, Ma Wei, and the others.
Wang Xiucheng took it, but did not drink it.
Wang Xiucheng would not drink food or water given to him by others outside, unless it was someone he trusted extremely.
Evans knew about these players' affairs, so naturally he didn't care.
"You mean the European faction and the local faction are at odds?" Wang Xiucheng exclaimed. "According to you, Argentina is going to be cold."
Upon hearing this, Evans quickly shifted the blame: "I only collected some news; whether there are any obscure stories or not is up to Mr. Wang to decide."
Wang Xiucheng nodded and continued browsing the team news collected by Evans.
A few minutes later, Wang Xiucheng suddenly said, "It seems like the German team isn't favored either."
Upon hearing Wang Xiucheng's words, Evans immediately replied, "Yes, Germany's performance in this World Cup has also been problematic."
"It seems that playing in the World Cup during the winter has brought a lot of trouble to these strong teams," Wang Xiucheng said, seemingly to himself.
Evans, standing next to him, nodded vigorously, seemingly agreeing with Wang Xiucheng's point of view.
"It seems that our Asian teams still have a better chance." Wang Xiucheng pointed to the news on the computer. "Look at the South Korean team, they brought a lot of kimchi, they're determined to win."
“Yes, yes.” Evans nodded repeatedly.
“Evans.” Wang Xiucheng suddenly turned around. “I’ve decided. I’ll bet on the score. Since it’s the World Cup, which only comes around once every four years, we should go big.”
Upon hearing this, Evans nodded repeatedly, noticing that Wang Xiucheng's head was covered in money symbols.
An hour later, Wang Xiucheng carefully selected three matches, all of which he bet on with a score of "1 to 2".
In the first match, Argentina lost 1-2 to Saudi Arabia, with odds of 90.
In the second match, Germany lost 1-2 to Japan, with odds of 16.
In the third match, Uruguay lost 1-2 to South Korea, with odds of 17.
“Evans, these three games, two games per bet, three bets in total, I'll bet 300 million on each one,”
When Evans heard this, he almost thought he had misheard.
These three orders, each worth 300 million, total 900 million!
Moreover, all three matches that Wang Xiucheng bet on were upsets, and extremely upsets at that.
Let alone three games, in Evans' opinion, not even one of these three games will be played.
Wang Xiucheng insisted on pairing them up, which meant that even if they fought a match, it would be useless.
Wang Xiucheng needs to win at least two games to make money.
But Argentina is considered the most likely champion of this tournament. Can they lose?
They lost 1-2 to Saudi Arabia?
Germany, a long-established powerhouse, even if they don't win the championship, can they really lose 1-2 to Japan in the group stage?
In Evans' view, the last game seemed to offer a sliver of hope.
But even if we win this game, what's the point?
Wang Xiucheng insisted on linking the odds together, making it seem like the odds were higher, but after one game, it was all for naught.
Evans almost burst out laughing, and pinched his thigh hard to suppress it.
Wang Xiucheng seemed to do some calculations, and then said, "If this happens, can Fertitta afford to pay for it?"
"The company usually hedges its losses externally, so Mr. Wang doesn't need to worry about not being able to afford to pay out. Las Vegas has well-established hedging channels and models."
Seemingly afraid that Wang Xiucheng would give up, Evans quickly explained, adding at the end, "Spending money in Las Vegas is protected by law."
"Let's vote together, what are we waiting for?" Wang Xiucheng said.
So, following Wang Xiucheng's habits and requirements, Evans found two accounting firms to witness the transaction and did not set an upper limit on the receipt. After Wang Xiucheng transferred 900 million, Evans issued a receipt to Wang Xiucheng.
When the 900 million yuan worth of receipts were handed to Wang Xiucheng, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the ticket verification center, numerous staff members of the BRICS Hotel couldn't hide their smiles when they saw Wang Xiucheng holding the tickets.
Evans smiled too.
For a moment, the guests gathered nearby had no idea what was going on.
Many people were taking photos or videos of Wang Xiucheng with their mobile phones.
Some of the bolder people, who seemed to be fans of Wang Xiucheng, came over to greet him.
"Wang, are you also interested in the World Cup?"
"of course."
Wang Xiucheng also showed him his receipts.
The man took out his phone and took a picture of the receipt.
"Wang, you've been betting on underdogs, the odds of them winning are very low," the fan kindly advised.
Evans remained silent this time; Wang Xiucheng had already made the purchase, and there was no way he could back out now.
Although it's not the 1000 million that Wang Xiucheng mentioned before, 900 million is still more than enough.
“You guys don’t understand football.” Wang Xiucheng shook his head: “Teams like Argentina and Germany are fighting amongst themselves. If not now, when?”
It took Wang Xiucheng several minutes to finish expressing his views.
Before they knew it, a large crowd had gathered around.
It was only then that everyone realized that Wang Xiucheng had actually bet on an unpopular stock, and that he had spent $900 million on it.
Is this Chinese man a fool?
"Alright, I should go now."
After putting the receipts away, Wang Xiucheng looked at Evans and said, "Take me to my room."
"Okay, Mr. Wang."
Some people left in full view of everyone.
A group of people began to huddle together and whisper among themselves.
"Should we buy some less popular items too?"
"Stop joking. Argentina can lose to Japan? Germany can lose to South Korea? I'd rather believe China can win the World Cup."
"China didn't make it to the World Cup either."
"So the probability is zero!"
"But that Nets' Wang really bought 900 million."
"Any Chinese person who understands football? Don't be ridiculous. He only spends money like this because he just signed a big contract and has Chinese sponsors paying him."
"makes sense."
After talking for a while, the group went back to their research.
Soon, news of Wang Xiucheng spending 900 million in Las Vegas appeared in news reports in both the United States and China.
Just like before, Wang Xiucheng's news disappeared from China within minutes.
Furthermore, several accounts that reposted this news were permanently banned.
After arriving at their room on the top floor of the BRICS Hotel and putting down their belongings, Wang Xiucheng, wearing a hat and mask, borrowed a car from the hotel along with Ma Wei, Wu Di, and Wu Jia, and left the hotel.
After arriving at a nearby bank, Wang Xiucheng deposited the 900 million yuan worth of bills and the mobile phone that recorded the entire process into the bank's safe deposit box, only then did he feel relieved.
Wang Xiucheng had been planning for this day for a whole year.
It's impossible to say I'm not nervous.
This is the United States; danger lurks everywhere.
Just as Wang Xiucheng left the bank, his phone rang.
"Hey, I've arrived in Las Vegas."
Jennie's voice came through the phone.