don't call me singer

Chapter 1659 The Voice of Money (ask for a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month)
The results of Gu Xiaobai and Fu Wenyao's match were announced, and there were cheers from the audience, but at the same time, a group of people on the Internet were crying.

"Huh? How did Gu Xiaobai win?"

"How could Gu Xiaobai win? Wasn't he banned?"

"Who the hell voted for Gu Xiaobai? What are these people doing!"

"It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion!"

"Shadow, there is shady here!"

"Can Fu Wenyao do it!

"It's just a little bit short, how did you win?"

"It's definitely just shit luck, he can't win again."

"Damn it, pay me back!"

Who is the most serious person watching the game?

Are you a fan of the school song contest?
No.

It was these people who bet Gu Xiaobai on the Internet through the gambling app.

They mobilized their family and friends to frantically vote for Gu Xiaobai's opponent, while cursing desperately.

Why is it so difficult to make a little money?

However, because Gu Xiaobai and Fu Wenyao had similar scores, they all felt that it must be Gu Xiaobai's luck.

At the beginning, the odds offered by the major gaming companies to Gu Xiaobai were about 2, that is, the probability of Gu Xiaobai winning was about half and half.

However, thanks to Alisher's relentless publicity and Wang Yida and Wang Yuxin's reverse operations, Gu Xiaobai's odds have further increased, and now they are close to 3.

That is the so-called bet 1 pay 3.

Gu Xiaobai's winning rate is only one-third.

England, London, City of Finance.

On the nineteenth floor of an office building, in a hall similar to a trading hall, dozens of operators are nervously staring at various data in front of them.

This is the headquarters of William Hill, one of the largest betting companies in the UK and the world.

At this moment, through websites, mobile apps, gaming brokers, lotteries...

Hundreds of millions of people all over the world have pooled their pocket money, cigarette money, private money, and small coffers into the accounts of gaming companies, waiting for a small surprise, or even getting rich overnight.

In an office next to the hall, two people were arguing fiercely.

"How are these odds set? Gu Xiaobai, how could he lose!" It was a woman in her 30s who spoke, her name was Trini Tracy, and she was a senior of William Hill President Urik Bent. Assistant, "Have you ever seen Gu Xiaobai's performance?"

"However, whether it is the voting intentions of netizens shown in the previous rounds of online surveys, or the professional analysis conducted by our professionals, as well as my own analysis and calculations, it is believed that Gu Xiaobai is more likely to lose." Another brown The man with the skin said.

His name is Durs Duncan, and he is a first-class actuary and chief analyst at William Hill.

"That means your data is wrong, your analysis is wrong!"

"My analysis can't be wrong. Humans lie, but numbers don't."

"Don't always believe in cold numbers. You just need to open your eyes and watch Gu Xiaobai's performance, and you will know..."

"Enough!" Trish hadn't finished speaking when a voice interrupted her.

Urik Bent interrupted the debate between his two competent subordinates, and turned to look at the live TV next to him.

They spent the countless days before like this.

While watching the live game, adjust strategies at any time, monitor the flow of funds, and adjust risks in a timely manner...

But actually.

Once a game starts, there's not much they can really do, and most of the time, they can only make minor adjustments.

"However, the outcome of a game is not yet the time to stop the loss." Urik Bent waved his hand and said to his assistant Trish: "Let Durs do his own job..."

"Now it's no longer a matter of a competition. The competition between the Riding the Wind and the Waves Choir and the Asperger's Orchestra, judging from the scores publicly available on the Internet, the Asperger's Orchestra will also lose..." Tracy added.

"Okay!" Urik Bent interrupted her and asked Durs: "What are Gu Xiaobai's odds for the next match?"

"The current odds are 3.2."

According to the data collected by William Hill, Gu Xiaobai's winning percentage against Yan Xuexin was not as high as that against Fu Wenyao.

"So tall?" Urik Bent frowned.

"Yes, after our analysis, the song "Fairytale" has a suitable musical instrument, and the winning rate is very high. We have also conducted a detailed inspection of Yan Xuexin's violin skills. His violin skills are not even inferior to For the principals of many big orchestras. Among the instruments that Gu Xiaobai has mastered, there are no related instruments..." Durs explained a lot.

In fact, he was also a little guilty.

The competition system of the school song competition is different from the X-Sonic, Europe's "Good Voice" and even Eurovision's competition system that they have operated before. After all, he is a little uncertain.

"I said, Gu Xiaobai won't lose!" said Tracy next to him.

She still sticks to her point of view.

The problem came to Urik Bent again.

Urik Bent stood up, walked to the window, and looked out the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the nineteenth floor, the City of London is brightly lit.

For nearly a century, this former empire on which the sun never sets has lost its former glory.

In most places, the United States and other countries have taken the limelight.

There are not many industries that can be taken out.

But only finance remains strong.

Although the City of London is not as well-known as Wall Street in the United States, its influence in the financial market is comparable to, and even surpasses, to some extent, Wall Street.

Some even say that the City of Finance is the real heart of Britain.

The whole of London is a supporting facility serving the Financial City.And the whole of the UK is a satellite city serving London.

Finance is the only remaining core industry in the UK.

Here is the center of the world's money.

Because so far, the entire world still operates on the economic framework created by the City of London.

But money never pity the weak, never favor the timid.

Urik Bent's eyes turned, and he was making a quick decision.

Finally, he said: "Keep the original odds, I believe in our employees, our investigation capabilities, and our analysts!"

Urik Bent chooses to believe in data, not blindly.

After all, it is with the help of this mature analysis team and data model that they can guarantee profitability and even make a lot of money.

It's not that they didn't think that someone was interfering with their data, causing them to be wrong.

They are just confident.

At the same time, in Southeast Asia, Wang Yuxin gently shook the wine glass in his hand.

Crystal clear ice cubes collided lightly in the wine glass.

"Listen, this is the sound of money."

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