After divorce, I can hear the voice of the future

Chapter 677 Little Wang's Performance Time

The two talked until late at night, and finally had their respective assistants come over to consolidate the matters discussed that night into a written contract that could be formally signed the next day.

At midnight, Lu Liang left the Hilton Hotel and headed to Nancheng Road in the city center, arriving at the bar that Xiao Wang claimed to have invested 1.2 million yuan in.

Downstairs, the music was deafening, and countless handsome men and beautiful women were dancing on the dance floor, freely venting their emotions. Upstairs, the private rooms, however, were as quiet as a paradise.

"Why did you come all alone?"

Xiao Wang smiled broadly, with a woman on each arm around him, while the pretty girls around him looked at Lu Liang with delight.

He glanced at her and said with a smile, "The girls here are really enamored with you. They just heard you were coming, and there was a long line in the restroom. They were all rushing to touch up their makeup. I don't even get that kind of treatment."

Lu Liang chuckled. A beautiful woman, who was being held in Xiao Wang's arms, rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Who said that? I always present my best self to you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang burst into laughter, lifting his chin where the artificial traces were slightly obvious: "Otherwise, why would I like you the most?"

Lu Liang smiled, took a bottle of beer from the ice bucket, and as soon as he sat down, a pretty woman approached him and said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, let me pour you some beer."

Lu Liang bowed slightly, not bothering to be formal, and put his arm around Xiao Wang's slender waist, saying, "Come over tomorrow at noon, and find a proper reason so I can take you with me."

Xiao Wang, sipping his drink, replied with a smile, "Panda plans to raise $500 million from the market to build cloud warehouses and expand its e-commerce business. Wouldn't that be a legitimate reason?"

With the company listed in the US, it couldn't be easier for him, as the founder and chairman, to find a legitimate reason to go to America.

"The rest is up to you. I've already transferred the funds to you by Mr. Tang."

Lu Liang insisted on bringing Xiao Wang along, mainly to avoid others denying their bets after they were placed.

Although there is currently a high degree of consensus in the market that France will win this tournament, Croatia is not without hope.

As can be seen from the odds for the two teams, France is 1.4 to win and Croatia is 3.4 to win.

If you bet 100, you lose 140 including the principal. 10 billion is 14 billion. 4 million is not a small amount.

Even a bet placed by the son of the former richest man in Dongda University could easily be reneged on, but Lu Liang is different.

Because several online gambling companies have gone public, if they dare to default on their debts, Lu Liang will short-sell them, making them suffer the consequences.

"Wow, so much money! To be honest, I'm a little excited." Xiao Wang smiled, his eyes crinkling.

The title of "gamble of the century" has already been reserved, and he, as the person involved, is destined to be remembered in history.

"Take it easy, don't get too cocky." After finishing his beer, Lu Liang didn't linger and planned to leave.

Xiao Wang shouted, "Aren't you going to play a little longer?"

"As you get older, it's time to start taking care of your health."

Lu Liang glanced at the top of Xiao Wang's head, and Xiao Wang's face darkened. He waved his hand to shoo him away, saying, "Get out of here, I hate seeing you."

The hair loss wasn't really his fault; it was mainly Lao Wang's. He considered himself to be very disciplined in his lifestyle, but he couldn't withstand the power of genetics.

The following morning, Flannery led his team to the company to sign formal cooperation documents.

When he learned that Xiao Wang was going with them, he wasn't particularly surprised.

Because of Lu Liang's network of contacts, everyone on Wall Street already had a copy. Xiao Wang was one of the core members, and his presence was seen at almost every key point in Lu Liang's development.

Although he can't keep up with Lu Liang's pace of development now, he hasn't abandoned Lu Liang, and the two still have a good relationship.

After signing the contract in the morning and having lunch, at 2:30 pm, the group boarded Lu Liang's private plane and set off for the United States.

Departing from Shanghai Pudong New Airport, the flight to New York takes a total of 12 and a half hours, following the sun's trajectory, and landing at 2 pm on the 14th.

Upon boarding, everyone rested or handled their business.

I woke up to find I still had six hours before landing.

So, Xiao Wang began his performance, taking the initiative to strike up a conversation with Franneri, claiming to be a seasoned fan, praising the French team immensely, and belittling Croatia to nothing.

Flannery initially didn't want to deal with this guy and even started pretending to be asleep, but he couldn't resist Xiao Wang's persistent annoyance, which was like a fly.

With a dark face, he said irritably, "West Africa, since you're so optimistic about France, then go all in. Anyway, there's still a 40% profit margin. You can make 40 million from 100 million, and 400 million from 1 billion. The more you bet, the more you make."

Flanari's intention was to discourage Wang from winning, even though the market overwhelmingly believed that the French team would win the championship, the odds don't lie.

The odds are now 1 to 1.4, not 1 to 1.01. Even at 1 to 1.01, there's still a 1% chance that France won't win the championship.

He didn't believe that Xiao Wang would dare to play such a big game.

However, Xiao Wang acted like a naive fool, sighing and saying, "I also want to make a fortune, but which betting company can handle such a large bet?"

Flannery sneered, pulling out two business cards of general managers from gambling companies: "William Hill is backed by the British Royal Family, as well as Vanguard and BlackRock. Liebo belongs to the Hilton Group and is indirectly controlled by Blackstone Group. Any one of them could devour all your chips."

His temper flared up too. He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly encountered Xiao Wang, this pretentious jerk.

He's already provided the betting channels; if you have the guts, go ahead and place your bets. If not, just shut up. Xiao Wang seemed to be provoked as well, turning to look at Lu Liang, who was flirting with the flight attendant: "Liangzi, are these two companies really that powerful?"

“William Hill doesn’t know. As for Libo, you should ask him yourself. Don’t bother me.”

Lu Liang, looking impatient, took out a satellite phone and Su Shimin's business card from the drawer and threw them at Xiao Wang.

Then he led Lin Yan to the lounge, and you could vaguely hear him say, "You said there's a heart-shaped birthmark on the sole of my foot? Why didn't I see it?"

Lin Yan blushed and muttered softly, "You only like doggy style... of course you wouldn't notice..."

"Then we'll have to observe this carefully this time."

Lu Liang laughed heartily, and the two went to the lounge.

“Mr. Lu, this is called ‘unconventional and free-spirited,’ right?” Franali smiled knowingly, too lazy to provoke Xiao Wang any further.

After all, Xiao Wang and Lu Liang have such a good relationship. If Xiao Wang really falls into a trap, it will inevitably make Lu Liang wonder if he is deliberately trying to harm Xiao Wang.

However, Xiao Wang called Schwarzman to inquire and learned that Libo was indeed a subsidiary group of theirs.

Then, citing Flannery's introduction, he bet one billion dollars on the French team to win the championship...

Upon hearing this, not only was the general manager of Libo on the other end of the phone stunned, but even Frannery was dumbfounded.

"Why are the odds only 0.37 now?"

Xiao Wang looked displeased, then said, "Alright then, provide an account and I'll have my assistant transfer the chips to you."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Flannery, his arrogant demeanor radiating overbearing arrogance: "Mr. Flannery, I'm sorry to trouble you, but he insists on speaking with you to confirm something. It's just a little money, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Flannery paused, then blankly took the phone: "It's me, but we're still on the plane. Let's talk after we land."

Several years ago, the horrific dismemberment of Alston, involving more than $800 billion, was almost entirely orchestrated by him.

But that was in the name of a company. For an individual to throw around a billion dollars and bet on a football match, I doubt even the King of Saudi Arabia would dare to do that.

He was still worried about being held accountable by Lu Liang, so he intentionally asked Xiao Wang to stop and gave him some time to consider.

Xiao Wang was completely unimpressed and said irritably, "No way, why bother? Just confirm it for me now."

Flannery glanced at him and sighed helplessly, "Then let's confirm it. Once the money is in your account, you can process the invoice for him."

Having just ended the call, Schwarzman received the message and immediately called back: "Mr. Wang, why go to such lengths? Does Mr. Lu know about this?"

"Is a billion dollars a lot? Does he need to know?" Xiao Wang remained arrogant, suddenly feeling a surge of arrogance.

After all, the chairman of General Motors and the chairman of Blackstone Group both came to persuade him; such respect is not something everyone can command.

Stephen Schwarzman smiled calmly: "In that case, I wish Mr. Wang good luck. We'll take this bet."

"Mr. Schwarzman, you should have said that earlier." Xiao Wang's hand trembled slightly, but he still stubbornly insisted.

"Where is Mr. Lu? Is he nearby?"

"Unfortunately, he just went to work."

"Give him my regards."

"OK, all right."

Then, in front of Flannery, Xiao Wang called the private banking manager and directly transferred $10 billion to Liberty's account.

"Mr. Wang, what courage!" Frannery gave a thumbs up and apologized for his earlier disrespect towards Xiao Wang.

Even if he was a hothead, a foolish son of a landlord, his courage to do this, regardless of winning or losing, is already worthy of respect.

"Mr. Flannery, you're too kind."

Xiao Wang tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, looking calmly at the boundless blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

Now all the bigwigs know about this bet.