British 1986

Huth's suggestion was so important that he had not thought of it for a moment.

"What about that side?"

Although this can be purchased in China, Allen thought that it would be difficult to buy if it is used in large quantities?

You always have to prepare a few more purchasing channels for yourself, right?

"Noodles? Can't we just get the wheat directly from India?"

Huth was even more vocal about this. India is a major exporter of grain.

Never mind how many people they starve to death in the country every year, they are just low-caste two-legged sheep.

Whether before or after their independence, Great Britain has always been purchasing Indian food through mature channels.

"???"

Is it that simple?

Several major issues were explained extremely simply by Hu Te in a few words, and Allen no longer felt a sense of accomplishment.

Then he thought, if he were to make braised beef-flavored instant noodles, wouldn’t he also need beef?

but.

Just buying a cow should be enough, right?

A cow can be used into the fucking 21st century.

Isn’t this enough? If you want to keep the price down, why do you want beef?

"very good!"

When he was happy, Allen easily grabbed Xiao Huang, who was playing with his pen, and scratched its little head with his thumb twice.

"twitter!"

The weather in Liverpool in early August was a bit dry.

There is a building in the suburbs that occupies a very large area. There is a parking lot surrounded by a small courtyard on the outside. It is a large three-story flat building. The walls are painted with seductive pictures of beauties and chip spinners.

This is an old casino that has been in operation for decades and has an excellent reputation. Even old gamblers from other cities come here to "check in."

In the lobby on the second floor, a middle-aged man wearing a thin suit with a cigarette in his mouth laughed loudly at the gamblers opposite who looked like their dead parents.

"Hahaha, I won again! Are you here to play? Come on with something more powerful! Let me lose!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he held a cigarette and flicked the ashes. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the girl who had been accompanying him all afternoon to him. He reached out with his arrogant left hand into the girl's skirt that covered her buttocks. He rubbed it hard twice, picked up a few chips and stuffed them into the clothes on the girl's chest.

"Baby, this is for you!"

"Thank you, sir."

"I'll play with you!"

The middle-aged man who was teasing the girl next to him saw a handsome young man passing by his table, stopped and said.

"just you?"

Looking at the pretty boy in front of him, especially his nondescript wide suit and sneakers, the middle-aged man looked with some contempt in his eyes.

"Are all British people like you? No eggs?"

The pretty boy looked at the middle-aged man's contemptuous expression and was not angry. He raised his right hand and hooked his fingers. The waiter behind him stood silently behind him holding a tray.

Pointing to the chips in the tray, the young man smiled and said, "Is it enough?!"

"Enough! Haha, enough!"

When the middle-aged man saw these chips, his expression changed instantly, and he stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, inviting the pretty boy to sit down.

"Hey country bumpkin, if you dare, open a private room and I'll play with you alone!"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked at the pretty boy with some confusion. He was not a fool. As a small businessman himself, he was quite wealthy. Not only did he invest in several factories, he also had shares in a football team in the next city, Manchester!

He had seen too many little gangsters like this who approached him with other intentions at first glance!

Before the middle-aged man could question, the pretty boy looked at him, gave him a contemptuous look, turned around and left without any hesitation!

But he left without hesitation, which made the middle-aged man hesitate.

"Hey wait!"

Seeing that the pretty boy with a small fortune was almost out of sight, the middle-aged man started to call someone, but the pretty boy didn't seem to hear him and ignored him, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But the middle-aged man felt even more itchy now.

A gambler.

When luck goes well, no one would consider quitting as soon as possible.

Although every time before I come to the casino, the biggest thought in my mind is to just win a handful and quit when it’s good!

But this kind of nonsense is just what you think before entering the casino every time, but it changes after you enter!

He is very lucky today and has already won all afternoon. Now is a good time to pursue the victory. Plus, the pretty boy has so many chips, and he is itching for it!

After thinking for a while, he stood up, asked someone to put away his chips, and then chased the pretty boy in front of him.

After walking through the long hall, I still didn't see the pretty boy. When the middle-aged man was about to give up, he saw the pretty boy leading the waiter into a private room, followed by others.

"Fake! Why are you running so fast? You! Go aside, we made an appointment first, and all his chips are mine!"

The middle-aged man arrogantly chased to the door of the private room, pushed aside the "third party" who was following the pretty boy, and spoke first.

"Hehe, you're here after me. Let's wait until I finish the bet with him!"

The pretty boy looked down on the middle-aged man now, and no longer cared about his chips. He shouted at the man behind him not to let him go.

How does this work?

What if we lose?

Wouldn’t that bargaining chip be taken away by someone else!

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "What are you waiting for? Your chips are not enough for me to win. Let's play big! Do you dare?!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the pretty boy folded his arms and said with disdain: "The big one? How to play?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked around, looking at the environment of this private room. There was a large oval card table in the middle, with a row of sofas, wine tables and rest areas on both sides. There was also a lounge and toilet inside.

Very well equipped.

Even if the gambler is impatient and wants to try his luck here, there is room for him!

Suddenly the sound of the TV in the corner came to my ears.

The commentator was shouting the name of every player who played passionately. Every time a player was called, the audience stood up and cheered.

Football is as important to the British as drinking tea!

Even if there is no home team's game, under normal circumstances, football games will be shown on TV. It doesn't matter which team the game is, what you want is the atmosphere!

The middle-aged man was watching the game on TV. The uniforms of the two teams didn't look familiar. He glanced at the logo in the upper right corner and thought, oh.

The Welsh team is playing, what a bunch of losers!

The away team is Modern City, a team that is considered "strong" in Wales, while the home team is a Conners Quay team that looks like a weak team at first glance.

Although it is known as the Welsh First Division,

In the eyes of middle-aged men, these two teams are not even as good as some youth teams in League One.

Now that there is a competition, let's bet on the competition. This is more random and more exciting!

And it’s live broadcast!

Pointing to the TV, the middle-aged man said, "Would you like to bet on this?"

"oh?"

The young boy watched the TV, maybe because of his poor eyesight. He took a few steps closer and saw clearly the two teams entering the field on the TV. The expression on his face suddenly seemed hesitant.

"Hey, don't you dare to say a word?"

The middle-aged man hesitated when he saw the pretty face, then returned to his arrogant look and opened his mouth to get angry.

"Play! Tell me how to play! I don't know these two teams."

The middle-aged man suppressed his laughter. Since he didn't know each other, it would be easy to deal with it. He pretended to be generous and said: "You choose first, guess the winner or loser, guess the score!"

With his left hand, he pulled the girl who was following him into his arms. The middle-aged man directed the waiter to pile all his chips on the card table, and then used his eyes to signal another gambler who had been standing at the door.

The gambler glared at the middle-aged man, closed the door and left without saying a word.

The young boy looked at the middle-aged man's actions from the corner of his eye, but said nothing. After hesitating for a long time, the members of both teams had finished taking a group photo, and the referee had already asked the captains of both teams to stand in the middle and start guessing.

"This is it, this Connors Quay team, I bet on them to win!"

This Connors Quay player generally looks tall and strong, and he looks very reliable at first glance.

The middle-aged man was secretly happy when he heard the pretty boy's words. Although this game was the home court of Connors Quay, and they seemed to be very impressive, there was still a big gap between them and the other visiting team, Modern City. It’s almost a sure win!

"Okay! I won't bully you, so I'll bet on the Modern City team to win. Do you see these chips?! I'll go all-in!"

Seeing the man's momentum this year, the pretty boy seemed to regret it again, his momentum became weaker, and he even hesitated.

"Don't you want to play anymore? If you don't want to play, get out, hahaha!"

The middle-aged man continued to stimulate the pretty boy.

"Play! I'll go all-in too!"

As if the pretty boy couldn't stand the excitement, he also asked his waiter to put all the chips on the card table.

"Hahaha! Okay! Very good! I'll let you take a break! I'll go in and take a rest first!"

The middle-aged man's face was flushed and he was very excited. He held the girl in his arms and walked to the lounge inside, preparing to have an in-depth communication with the girl on the spot.

As for the chips on the table?

The waiter will watch. The casino collects commissions and no one dares to sneak away with the chips.

It was said that the pretty boy would be given half a game, but by the time the middle-aged man came out of the back room with his pants lifted, less than ten minutes had passed since the kick-off time.

The pretty boy sat opposite the card table, folding his arms and looking a little gloomy. When he saw the middle-aged man coming out so quickly, he sneered.

This laughter made the middle-aged man who had just come out a little confused. Just when he was about to retort, the noisy sound on the TV suddenly stopped, and then, the neat boos came out again.

The visiting team scored!

The team chosen by the middle-aged man is ahead!

Ignoring the sneer just now, the middle-aged man became cheerful again, sat next to the pretty boy, crossed his legs, and stared at him while swaying.

"What does this mean? In a football match, anything can happen until the last minute!"

The pretty boy didn't panic at all, and didn't care about the middle-aged man's remarks.

But as time passed, the visiting team's second goal came. Until the halftime break, the visiting team led by three goals!

Anyone who has played football knows that it is easy to be behind by one goal, but it is still possible to fight hard after being behind by two goals.

But being behind by three goals, the average team doesn't have that spirit!

This is the face of Welsh football. The team is not very good to begin with. I hope they can catch up.

It's better to pray that a meteorite will fall and destroy the stadium.

During the intermission, the middle-aged man ordered a steak. While eating, he waved his left hand and deliberately provoked: "There is only one hour left. All your chips are mine. Order whatever you want. I'll buy it." you!"

"snort!"

The pretty boy's face turned even paler this time, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Guess the score! I'll raise the bet!"

"Oh? How to add it?"

"I also have a printing shop in Liverpool, and I'll bet the whole factory on it!"

After thinking about it, the pretty boy added another sentence: "Win or lose is determined by one decision! Do you dare?"

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the pretty boy next to him. Was he desperate?

Putting down his fork, taking off his napkin, and wiping his mouth, the middle-aged man became more interested and said, "You were already about to lose, but now it's not enough to add these chips to determine the outcome!"

"I!"

The boy's face turned red, he thought about it and gritted his teeth and said, "My father has an ice hockey club in the United States! I'll add this club too! Is it enough this time?"

Enough is definitely enough!

An ice hockey club, including the venue, would cost at least hundreds of thousands or nearly a million pounds. This is not only enough, but it is far more than the sum of all the chips on the table.

The middle-aged man was in a bit of a dilemma this time. It was his turn to raise the bet.

If you want to gain something, you need to invest first!

"I happen to own shares in a football club, so I'll play with you!" The middle-aged man has not lost his mind yet. He also owns a factory, but

These factories were his escape route, and he didn't dare to place a bet easily. Fortunately, he also had shares in a team, so he simply used them as bargaining chips!

"Okay! Then I'll bet a goal that Connors Quay team will beat Modern City team by one goal!"

When the middle-aged man confirmed that he had taken out his shares to raise the bet, what the pretty boy said shocked the middle-aged man. Bet that the Connors Quay team would beat the Modern City team by one goal?

In the first half, the visiting team was already 3-0 down!

In the second half, the home team had to score four goals while trying to keep a clean sheet.

If their Conners Quay team had this strength, what would they have done in the first half?

Isn't this crazy?

"Hahaha, I want to raise my bet!"

The middle-aged man kept doing nothing, and for the sake of stability, he chose a conservative plan in which the visiting team won two goals. However, the two agreed that if neither guess was right, it would still depend on the outcome!

But then, the middle-aged man became bolder and took out another factory as an additional bet!

The two waiters called the casino staff to sign the agreement on the spot.

This is because they are afraid that gamblers will not admit it later. They have a full set of agreements and notaries here, and they can even help solve customers' worries about lawyers!

At this time, it was in a hotel not far from the casino.

Old Karl was sitting leisurely on the deck chair on the balcony smoking a cigarette. A young man next to him bowed beside him and said, "Sir, everything has been arranged. News came from over there and he took the bait."

"Yeah, I understand."

This time, more than 30 people, including a dozen or so outsiders, were used to play the game, just to defraud some shares. In the opinion of old Karl, it was still too gentle.

but.

He can't do it. This is England, not Wales. For the sake of the young master's reputation, he has to restrain himself a little bit.