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Chapter 15 Trouble is coming
Snapped!
A beer bottle smashed to pieces on the ground, and Guan Zaisen started cursing immediately afterwards: "Tiao, these British guys are such losers! They actually lost!"

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Sen, can you please have some public morality?"

Wu Feng, who was sitting nearby, watching the live football game on TV, said unhappily, "This is a public place!"

"What's the point of talking about public or not? I've lost a lot this time!"

Guan Zai Sen ultimately didn't attack the TV broadcasting the post-match news. He angrily said, "That was my income for most of the past six months, and now I've lost it all!"

"Who told you to play so big?"

Wu Feng showed no sympathy at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't be so blind!"

"Pick, you kid can't make a lot of money this time, right?"

Guan Zaisen calmed down and said enviously, "I should have listened to you earlier!"

"Haha, Brother Sen, you promised me that you would lead Ying to victory!"

Wu Feng smiled and said, "How can I listen to other people's opinions?"

At this time, the World Cup has entered the second half.

Guan Zaisen has a serious gambling addiction. Not only did he spend a lot of money in Macau, he also spent a lot of money on reputable underground bookmakers. It is estimated that he may have earned half a year's income.

After Wu Feng knew about it, he could only say: What a lunatic!
With this guy's status and the income from the places he manages, he can still make around 100,000 yuan a month.

The profit for the past six months is almost one million, and even if it is placed among the many large deposits of first-class societies, not much can be directly taken out and wasted.

He naturally invested some money himself, so not much was revealed.

Even if everything turns out to be profitable in the end, the maximum profit will be only 500,000 or 600,000 yuan.

Although it may arouse envy, no one will be so blind as to come and pick a fight.

Of course, there is no need to publicize the secret investment and possible benefits.

After all, he is creating a football atmosphere in the place he manages, so he must have some common language with the drinkers who like this kind of thing, otherwise how can he get them to come again next time?
The fame of Shanghai Street nightclubs is still somewhat inferior to that of Bowl Lane in Mong Kok.

In fact, he also revealed his unique views on the World Cup.

There was even money invested as evidence, which ultimately proved that his choice was correct.

The profit of hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars is nothing, but it is a real reflection of one's ability.

Not to mention ordinary drinkers, even the off-duty policemen who were attracted here highly recognized Wu Feng's ability in this area.

At this time, whenever he showed up in a nightclub, he would be grabbed to talk about his views on the subsequent games.

It's not just about chatting and gossiping, it also involves the real money investment of many drinkers. How can we not take it seriously?
Speaking of which, Guan Zaisen is a very obvious negative example!

This guy is not only willing to invest, but also likes to publicize it in a big way.

Every time a game starts, he would speak loudly in the football salon area of ​​the nightclub, saying that he values ​​a certain team and has invested so much in them.

The most bizarre thing is that he also encouraged many fellow golfers to invest with him, saying that they would definitely make a lot of money.

As a result, this guy was like being possessed by the god of bad luck. Basically, all his guesses were wrong. Naturally, all the huge amount of Hong Kong dollars he invested was wasted. He almost became a laughing stock in the salon circle.

This time, Guan Zaisen's investment was once again wasted, so he was naturally depressed and angry.

As a guest, Wu Feng did not give him any face at all. He ridiculed him and mocked him. Who told this guy to be so self-righteous?
"Brother Feng, please come over and talk to the guest below!"

At this moment, a younger brother came over and said, "We all want to hear Brother Feng's analysis of the next game!"

"What a bunch of guys!" Wu Feng could only stand up and muttered unhappily, "Didn't I already say that before? Why do you still want to continue?"

"Hehe, I guess he wants to boost his confidence!"

The messenger chuckled and said, "Actually, brothers, I want to hear it too!"

"Listen to that bullshit, do you have so much money to spend?"

Wu Feng laughed and scolded, "Behave yourself, everyone! If you don't have the capital, don't mess around!"

"Brother Sen, have a good rest. I'm going down to work!"

Before leaving, he waved to Guan Zaisen, who looked embarrassed, and didn't care about his complicated mood at the moment, and walked downstairs slowly.

"This kid, why does it seem like he's getting better and better?"

Watching Wu Feng's figure disappear, Guan Zaisen pinched his chin and felt very strange.

"Brother Sen, he made hundreds of thousands in a short period of time, and his whole spirit and energy are different!"

The trusted younger brother next to him muttered, "If it were me, I would have been so proud of myself!"

"go away!"

Guan Zai Sen said angrily: "With your miserable appearance, you still want to become rich overnight? Dream on!"

"Brother Sen, you can't cross the river and destroy the bridge!"

The trusted younger brother said with a sad face: "I listened to Brother Sen's advice and didn't even save money for food. I invested everything and lost everything. From now on, I can only eat and drink for free!"

"You guy..."

Guan Zaisen was so angry that his liver hurt. Could you please stop rubbing salt into my wounds?

On the other side, Wu Feng went downstairs to the lobby on the first floor of the sauna hall.

"Brother Feng is here, tell me what you think about the next game?"

There were several bathing pools in the lobby, all of which were now full of guests. When they saw Wu Feng, their eyes lit up and they shouted loudly, making the already lively atmosphere even more boisterous.

"Didn't I say it a long time ago? I'm optimistic about the South American team winning the championship!"

Wu Feng sat down on his chair and said unhappily, "This World Cup is being held in the Americas. Their football prowess is no worse than Europe's. The Samba Army and the Pampas Eagles are both top-tier teams!"

"Economically, both the Samba Army and the Pampas Eagles are in pretty good shape. They don't need to give face to the European football powers and can fully demonstrate their own strengths!"

"Even with the home advantage, unless the European powerhouses are incredibly strong and lucky, there's not much chance they'll win the championship. Anyway, I don't think they'll win!"

Just kidding, in a world where Su Xiong exists, the South American countries are living quite well.

Especially the country where the Pampas Eagle is located, it has become an economically developed country just by selling beef!

The country itself is strong and its economic strength is also okay. At least it does not need to look at the faces of European powers, and naturally there is no need to be polite when meeting them on the court.

Moreover, the 1980s and 1990s were a time when football talents in both countries were booming. World-class superstars emerged one after another, and their fighting power was quite astonishing.

"Don't move, police raid!"

Just as Wu Feng was talking, a team of police suddenly rushed in.

(End of this chapter)