Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

"Hey boss, why aren't you watching the World Cup?"

Wang Shengyi came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate in her hand and saw Zhang San looking through documents. The documents included traditional Chinese characters, simplified Chinese characters, English, Japanese, and some she didn't understand. There were a lot of documents.

Some were delivered yesterday, and some were delivered today. Judging from how busy he was, you could tell they were very important.

"What's so interesting to see? Does it make you uncomfortable?" Zhang San didn't even look up as he flipped through the documents. Some of them were from North America, showing sales figures for iMP3 players in the first five months of this year, as well as data on music store sales and downloads.

There are a lot of financial reports from Hong Kong Lihua Group and data from overseas financial groups, as well as some cooperation and negotiation decisions that he needs to make.

In addition, there is the profit situation of Tokyo Financial Company.

Although island nations have lost ten, twenty, or thirty years, their stock market performance is still stronger than that of the A-shares market.

Wang Shengyi served him tea and water, adding fragrance to his life; she watched the man working there with a touch of admiration, indeed, serious men are the most handsome.

"China qualified for the World Cup this time, what's there to be sad about?"

Can Zhang San say he's seen it? Besides, on the day they qualified, he was outside the stadium in his previous life.

In his past life, he was a fake football fan. He loved watching the European Cup, which he found quite exciting. But when he watched the national football team, he found them to be playing listlessly, which made him very angry.

However, he was curious to see if that fan would utter that classic line during the next interview: "F*** you..."

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Want to bet on the game?"

Wang Shengyi wasn't into gambling and said, "I don't know how to gamble."

"It's okay, we're just having some fun."

Zhang San had a wicked idea, so he posted a message online.

"Qualifying for the World Cup should be a good thing, so why am I so sad? Is it because of the three losses in the first round, or because I'll never see them again for the next twenty years?"

As soon as Zhang San posted his post, it immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, who ridiculed and insulted him in the comments. However, Zhang San didn't care; it was just a prediction post.

"Why did you post this? So many people are cursing you!" Wang Shengyi looked at him with a strange expression. Did this person have some kind of weird hobby?

Zhang San said with a touch of compassion, "I'm just giving some people a chance to turn their lives around. Those who bet on football will definitely not lose money if they bet according to my advice."

This game has a handicap, so you can't bet based on the score. Not for any other reason than... as a certain guy from the "Little Umbrella" fan club said: they'll never score...

"Starting tomorrow, we'll gamble a little for fun."

There's a small bar in the villa where you can watch the game; Zhang San had barbecue and drinks prepared, and then had the place rearranged to create a better atmosphere.

"Tell me, should I laugh or feel sad when the time comes?" Zhang San had already placed the order in advance.

Because of the World Cup, all three of them finished their scheduled appearances and came specifically to watch the game, yes, to watch the game.

For women, what can make more money than winning or losing?

When the game started, none of the four were watching the ball. Zhang San was barbecuing, and the three women surrounded him like three hungry little sparrows.

"Aren't you guys watching the game?" Zhang San brushed oil onto the grilled meat, turning it over as he went, worried about it burning or not being cooked through. Once it was golden brown, he sprinkled on cumin and spices, and soon the aroma filled the air.

"I'll just watch the result." Fang Xiaobing didn't care about the game at all; she was more interested in watching the barbecue.

"Yeah, the ball game doesn't smell as good as barbecue, hehe..."

"If a billionaire gives me barbecue, even if it's not good, I'll still eat it all."

"Here you go, Zhang's BBQ, super fatty beef, melts in your mouth, fresh and delicious."

The dozen or so skewers of grilled beef that Zhang San had in his hand were quickly snatched up. While they were eating, Zhang San was still grilling the next batch.

"Boss, even if you go bankrupt, you can still make a comeback with this skill."

"Boss, you need to hurry, there's not enough for us to eat."

"The barbecue is really good, how about the grilled fish?"

When Zhang San heard that they wanted grilled fish, there happened to be some available, but he didn't pay much attention and just had the servant prepare it.

"Well, since you're customers, I'll start grilling."

Before we knew it, the game was coming to an end, and sure enough, they lost by two goals.

"Hey, Guozu really lost. Boss, how much did you bet?"

"Yeah, how much did we win?"

"Boss, you lost?"

Zhang San calmly gestured for them to be quiet before saying, "I'm betting on the fruit to win, $1."

"Tch~"

The three women looked down on him, but he didn't care. He calmly said, "I bet on the other side to win. Not only that, I also bet on the score. We won $500 million, after tax."

"Wow, boss, we've struck it rich!"

Five million US dollars, which is about forty million RMB, isn't that a fortune?

Actually, he bought tickets for quite a few teams. He watched this World Cup back then. Although he can't remember the scores, he can still remember the wins and losses, and they left a deep impression on him.

If he gets all the answers right, he will receive a bonus of one billion US dollars after taxes.

How much is this bonus?

However, such a global event is basically worth tens of billions of US dollars, and in mainland China alone it is worth tens of billions of RMB.

However, he didn't mention that he placed bets in several different places.

He specifically arranged for several teams to handle this betting; these people were Wall Street elites, so naturally there were no problems.

Five million US dollars! Not only Fang Xiaobing exclaimed in surprise, but Wang Shengyi was also surprised, and then Gao Yuanyuan. She didn't expect to earn so much money.

"This makes way more money than making movies!"

"You don't need to do anything, just put in the money." Wang Shengyi's words made Zhang San turn his attention to her. He really wanted to say, "Beautiful lady, I suspect you're making a suggestive joke, but I have no proof."

His gaze made Wang Sheng blush, wondering why her boss was looking at her; and her blush was probably because of the five million dollars just now.

"Boss, how much will we get?"

We asked you to invest money, but you wouldn't. Now that we're making money, you're coming to claim your share?

"No rush, there are still two games left."

The thought of two more games made the three pairs of beautiful eyes light up. If the remaining two games were the same, then... each person would get an average of nearly $4 million. Even if the boss took the lion's share, they would still get $1 million.

That's eight million. That's easy money.

Legend has it that there are matchmakers in Hong Kong who specialize in connecting celebrities. Even the most prestigious match, with gold trim, wouldn't cost more than eight million.

Hehe... How about we sneak up on the boss tonight? And then... The three women suddenly looked at each other in tacit understanding, then snorted and turned their heads away.

The three women were thinking, "We won't let you two get away with this. I'm going over there first tonight."