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Chapter 30 You can’t lose this!
What did Zhang Yuan predict?

Just the ratings!

Before, Zhao Decai was full of confidence and felt that the film would definitely achieve good results, but Zhang Yuan poured cold water on him.

However, Fatty Zhao, who was immersed in the joy of "the first time a movie was broadcast" at that time, obviously did not take his words seriously.

But after he received the ratings report this morning, he felt as if he had been poured with a bucket of ice water. Only then did he remember what Zhang Yuan said.

"It's less than 1%. We're dead." Fatty Zhao said in a depressed tone.

Human desires will continue to expand as events change.

At first, Fatty Zhao thought that everything would be fine if he could buy a TV series that could be broadcast, but when he really got the film, he hoped that it would have good ratings, at least to make his money back.

After making back his investment, he will definitely want to make a fortune from the film. It would be even better if he could become famous in the film and television investment circle in the imperial capital.

It is a common human problem to be greedy for more after getting something.

But at the second step he was beaten back to his original form.

This film has a very good reputation among the crew members of "The Story of a Noble Family", but those actors and staff are all insiders, while the audience are just ordinary people.

Considering that the show was broadcast at the worst late-night slot, it’s not surprising that the results were poor.

Zhang Yuan had anticipated this situation and had already made a plan.

"Zhang Yuan, I can't lose money, right?" Fatty Zhao asked cautiously.

"Of course not." Zhang Yuan comforted.

"No matter how I look at this ratings, it won't make up for the cost!"

Zhang Yuan understood that the most important thing at this moment was to rebuild Fatty Zhao's trust in him, because there would be many things that would require his financial support in the future.

The personal relationship with Zhao Decai is very important to Zhang Yuan's plan.

"First, find a few local TV stations to broadcast it. Even a little bit counts. And you can also wait in line for the provincial TV stations to schedule it. Once our film is broadcast, it will definitely be a hit."

After hearing this, Zhao Decai seemed to be possessed by Lu Yu: "Really? I don't believe it."

Zhang Yuan knew that it was useless to say more, so he had to find another way to regain trust.

What major events happened in 2002?

a lot of.

The Dalyan Shipyard welcomed a giant ship named "Varyag".

South-to-North Water Diversion Project, West-to-East Gas Transmission Project, Qinghai-Tibet Railway, Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River... Countless major events are happening quietly and will completely change the future of this ancient civilization.

But for ordinary people, especially football fans, a grand ceremony has arrived.

2002 World Cup!
"Mr. Zhao, are you watching the game?"

"Of course I watch it. I'm an old fan!" When talking about football, Zhao Decai's previous gloom was immediately put aside and he became excited like a child.

"I will not miss any World Cup match. This is the first time that our Chinese team has entered the World Cup. I am excited just thinking about it. With this start, maybe in a dozen years, our country will have a chance to lift the World Cup!"

You are overthinking it... Zhang Yuan didn't know how to complain. Back then, everyone thought the 02 World Cup was just the beginning, but who knew it would be the peak.

At that time, General Fan’s “National Football Team Classic” had not yet been published, so everyone was very optimistic.

When entertaining guests at a dinner a few days ago, Zhang Yuan realized that it was already mid-June and the World Cup group stage was in progress.

"Mr. Zhao, what do you think about Portugal's match against South Korea tonight in the group stage?" Zhang Yuan started the topic.

"I'll lie down and watch!" Zhao Decai was full of confidence, just like when a TV series was about to be broadcast a few days ago: "What level is the Korean team? Do they play the same football as Portugal?"

"Pinto, Costa, Couto, Xavier, and the real god Figo!" Fatty Zhao counted them all.

"With this lineup, kicking a stick is like kicking a grandson, just play it casually!"

How can you lose when a dragon hits your face?

"Oh, I think Portugal is going to lose." Zhang Yuan's tone was very calm.

Indeed, on paper, that generation of Portugal was called the golden generation.

But later...

"What? Are you crazy? Even kids who don't watch football know how powerful Portuguese football is!"

After hearing Zhang Yuan's words, Fatty Zhao felt contemptuous.

Originally, he felt that although Zhang Yuan was young, he was full of courage. Not only did he speak and act appropriately, but he also had a convincing confidence.

But now he felt that Zhang Yuan was just a poor boy who had never seen the world. "Boss Zhao, how about we make a bet?"

"How to bet?" Zhao Decai was already involved in football betting, and he made a small profit in the past few days based on his experience, which made him more confident.

"Bet a million!"

"Do you have that much money?"

"One million, but not in cash." Zhang Yuan said, "Boss Zhao, there are many investment opportunities in the film and television industry. If I win the bet, how about you give me a one million yuan share next time I ask you for investment?"

Since he didn't have to pay cash and he was sure to win, Zhao Decai of course agreed.

"If you lose, you have to work for me in movies to pay off your debts."

"A word is settled!"

Zhang Yuan hung up the phone. Li Dawei, who was standing by, overheard a few words about Zhang Yuan's bet with someone and was quite frightened.

"Zhang Yuan, you are crazy. I know Portugal will win even without watching the game."

Zhang Yuan smiled but did not respond.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Li Dawei knocked on Zhang Yuan's door.

"What do you want from me?"

"Let's watch the game together. Aren't you going to make a bet with others?" Li Dawei was holding chicken feet, beer and peanuts, as if he had robbed a convenience store.

"Don't look at it, the victory or defeat is not in the ball."

At the same time, Zhao Decai also turned on the TV, holding a wine glass in one hand and hugging his secretary with the other.

"Zhang Yuan is a very confident kid. Just wait and see how I mock him after the game is over!" Zhao Decai had even started thinking of words.

The whistle blew and the Group D group match began.

In the 22nd minute, Beto made a tackle in the midfield and received a yellow card.

Zhao Decai's heart trembled.

A few minutes later, Kim Tae-young also made a tackle and received a yellow card.

"Well, it's the World Cup after all, so it's fair."

In the 27th minute, Pinto tackled Park Ji-sung and was sent off with a red card because of his excessive and fierce action!
Zhao Decai's heart was beating so fast that he didn't even have the heart to touch his secretary's thigh.

A minute later, South Korea scored from a corner kick, but the goal was ruled invalid because Choi Jin-cheol collided with the Portuguese goalkeeper.

Huh... Zhao Decai gasped several times and was very scared.

The first half ended quickly, and the one-sided situation that Zhao Decai had imagined did not occur.

And in the second half, the big one is about to come!
In the 12th minute, Seol Ki-hyun tackled Petit from behind and received a yellow card.

"Why!"

"Pinto got a red card for the same action just now!" Even Mr. Zhao in front of the TV noticed that something was wrong.

In the 20th minute, Beto made a steal and Lee Yong-pyo fell to the ground in the air. The referee took out a yellow card, and then combined the two cards into one, and Beto was sent off with a red card.

"This, this, this..." Zhao Decai was dumbfounded: "This is obviously a fake fall!"

The game had only been going on for more than 60 minutes and two Portuguese players had been sent off, making it 9 against 11... Oh, no, it should be 9 against 12, after all, the referee is also a Korean.

A few minutes later, Park Ji-sung scored and the score became 1:0.

Zhao Decai was dumbfounded.

After that, Portugal made several attacks but to no avail. Even Figo, who had just won the World Footballer of the Year, was able to successfully save his national team.

"Portugal... lost?"

Zhao Decai tilted his head, no longer having the confidence and high spirits he had before the game started.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. Zhao Decai picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID.

【Zhang Yuan】

After answering the call, Zhang Yuan's extremely calm voice came from the other end.

"one million."

(End of this chapter)