Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

The expressions on the faces of the players at Istanbul Stadium, Liverpool and Milan are very different.

Leading by three goals in the first half, they were equalized in less than 10 minutes in the second half. Milan players looked a little confused and kept asking philosophical questions "Who am I and where am I?"; behind by three goals, it was now dragged into overtime. Victory

Before our eyes, the morale of the Liverpool players was high.

The Nerazzurri fans were also a little confused, and their shouts weakened a bit; the Red Army fans kept singing "You Never Have to Walk Alone" at the top of their lungs.

"An illusion, it must be an illusion!" Dong Qiu murmured to himself, looking at Sun Buqi's smile, he felt a little dazzling, especially the beautiful female companion Xiaoniao, who was full of the resentment of a single dog.

After more than 90 minutes of fierce fighting, the players were exhausted and collapsed on the court. But now is not the time to enjoy it. After 5 minutes, everyone will continue to stand up for the decisive overtime!

The score published by the betting website only counts the regular time of the game, including stoppage time, but not overtime.

The score is 3:3, and the 250,000 draw bet has been pocketed!

According to the odds of 100 times, it would be 25 million, right?! Sun Buqi couldn't contain his happiness, and had an extended wet kiss with Li Yunxin.

Isn’t this dog abuse?!

"Young man, there is no soul in watching football like this!" Dong Qiu couldn't help but sneered, and taught him a lesson as a veteran.

Sun Buqi shrugged, "Brother, I'm not a fanatical fan, just a general fan."

Li Yunxin took Sun Buqi's shoulder and whispered softly, "Just now, the big screen showed that Gerald and Alonso were kissing... I wonder how it feels when men kiss each other."

The soul of the rotten girl began to burn, and her eyes roamed up and down Sun Buqi's body.

"Humph!" Sun Buqi snorted coldly, glaring at his girlfriend who was pretending to be cute.

"Oh my, you are a master of calculus!" Dong Qiu gave two thumbs up, which immediately turned into a smiling face. He came over and asked softly, "Brother, beacon, show me a clear path for my brother, and enjoy the feeling of flying!"

The national football team did not perform well in international competitions, and bookmakers did not dare to set too high a multiplier in every major competition. When Dong asked for a house within the Second Ring Road, his parents sponsored 80% of the purchase price.

Being arrogant at first and respectful at the end, Sun Buqi twitched the corner of his mouth, looked around, and said mysteriously: "There is a team in England called Leicester City. If you buy him to win the championship, he will definitely reach the top of his life!"

In later generations, or in previous generations, the odds of Leicester City winning the championship were symbolically set at 1:5,000 by a betting company; a die-hard local fan bet 500 pounds out of love for the team...

Among the 20 teams in the Premier League, there seems to be no team named "Leicester", but "Ming Lan" has spoken, and Dong Qiu secretly remembered it in his heart,

One sentence revealed the secret and also created a 30-year-old Leicester fan in the mysterious East!

In overtime, the players from both teams performed mediocrely and neither scored a goal.

In the penalty shootout, Liverpool defeated Milan and stood on top of Europe.

The referee blew his whistle and the stadium turned into a sea of ​​red;

The duck that reached its mouth flew away. Many Nerazzurri fans covered their faces and cried, unwilling to leave for a long time.

…

Kuala Lumpur

A TV was hung on the wall, constantly playing highlights of the game, and fans toasting each other in celebration; the noise in the bar exceeded 100 decibels, which was more terrifying than the sound of airplanes taking off and landing, but in one corner, there was an eerie silence.

"Liverpool actually won the championship? Really achieved a huge comeback? Really, really unbelievable..." Zheng Hua was stunned and kept mumbling to himself, suddenly lying on his lap, "This is really over!"

"Cousin, stop playing riddles? You can tell me what's going on." Zheng Yue couldn't see her cousin being cryptic, "Mr. Sun's bets all won. The total bonus must be at least 50 million US dollars!"

50 million US dollars?! How much RMB is that?

Zheng Yue and Wen Polu looked at each other, their faces flushed, and they fell into madness.

Zheng Hua regained his consciousness and said with confidence, "It's more than that! According to the odds, it's almost 100 million U.S. dollars." He pursed his lips and said word by word, "It's just because there are too many, it's hard to handle.

!If it’s a few million, the casino won’t care too much; if it’s tens of millions, it can kill people!”

Zheng Yue had little experience and did not understand these words; Wen Polu had done business in an electrical appliance city and understood the details. He whispered a few words to his wife and explained the reasons in detail.

"How could they do this?" Zheng Yue blushed and said angrily: "Is it true that when you open a casino, you can only win but not lose? If the customer wins, he will default on the bill. Is there any royal law?"

She is really a flower in the greenhouse. Zheng Hua shook his head and smiled bitterly, then cooed at Wen Polu, indicating that he did not want to be a life mentor.

"Can't Miss Feng do the same?" Zheng Yue ignited hope, clenched her fists, and said hurriedly: "Her family, Genting boss, and Successful boss are all family friends, and the backstage is so big..."

"A strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake!" Zheng Hua spread his palms and said, "Our bets are not recognized by the casino, what can we do? They have many excuses, just to name a few: the most bachelor approach, slandering the order taker and us internally and externally

collude and issue false orders;

To be kind and righteous, I placed the order for us on the pretext that my brother had drunk too much, but did not report it to the headquarters. In the end, he broke his arm to apologize and return our gambling money. What is even more annoying is that he just closed the door and ran away, waiting for you to leave.

Yes, they will reopen!"

There are so many dark sides, and the real world is not as black and white as in the book. Zheng Yue felt that her outlook on life had been hit, and she looked helplessly at Wen Polu.

Taking a long breath, Wen Polu forced out a smile and said, "Brother-in-law, you are scaring yourself! Mr. Sun had already predicted it and arranged for us to place bets with several companies to share the risk of default... The family that runs the casino has a big business and won't

You can’t afford to pay this little money, right?”

Unwilling to go to the Yellow River, Zheng Hua shrugged, "The bet you placed is small, but the odds are high. Casinos of all sizes, with so much glamor on the surface, may only make a few million US dollars in profits a year. They will all be paid to you, I think.

It’s so beautiful.”

Since it was not his own money, he could stay out of the matter. He had a calm mind and analyzed the two of them one by one. If they were not related, he would have wished Wen Polu had hit his head with blood.

"That's real money!" Zheng Yue was unwilling to give in. She clasped her hands and begged her cousin for mercy. "The three of us will redeem the prize. Maybe the other party is not prepared, and there is just a time difference."

Feng Tingting was woken up by the doorbell again. She couldn't help getting up and yelled, "I'm not letting anyone sleep!"

Without listening to anyone's explanation, he threw the lottery ticket into Wen Polu's arms and warned loudly, "Take it, take it all! Just like the boss, there are the same employees. It's really annoying!"

Half an hour later, Wen Polu covered his head and dragged his legs slowly into the hotel lobby.

"How could my cousin do this, how could he abandon us..." Zheng Yue's eyes were red, her hair was disheveled, and she kept blaming, "You are the same, if we can't agree, let's leave. It's not your money, so we can afford to do so.

Heart?"

Half of Wen Polu's face was bruised, toilet paper was stuffed in his nostrils, and there were faint red marks on the front of his white shirt.

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