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

All the company employees were busy, but Zhang San was free. He took He Meitian back to her home in Guangzhou.

He himself was very free, he had never been so free before. Hearing that the European Cup was being held, he decided to go and watch. He remembered that celebrities would take a plane to London to see pigeons, and he was also bored so he decided to watch the European Cup final.

He doesn't watch the European Championship much. The last World Cup he watched was after the Chinese national team qualified, but he hasn't watched it since. He's not a gambler.

His plane landed in Lisbon; he was there to watch the final match, though it would be a few days from now.

Zhang San strolled through the streets of Lisbon, sunlight dappling the ancient stone pavement with light and shadow.

With a few days left, he wanted to explore the place, so he wandered through the narrow streets lined with colorful houses, red-tiled roofs, white walls, and balconies overflowing with flowers. Zhang San would occasionally stop to gaze at the street art and soak in the city's unique atmosphere.

He walked on and arrived at the Lisbon seaside. The waves gently lapped against the shore, and seagulls soared in the air.

In the distance, the magnificent Lisbon Bridge spans the blue sea, creating a picturesque scene against the city skyline. Zhang San strolls along the coastline, breathing in the salty sea breeze, feeling exceptionally relaxed.

Stepping into Lisbon's old town, Zhang San felt as if he had traveled back in time. Ancient churches and castles bore witness to the city's history, while cobblestone streets led him into alleyways brimming with stories. Along the way, he admired the exquisite architecture and decorations, feeling the weight of time.

On a street corner, Zhang San discovered a small café, sat down, and savored the local coffee. Through the window, he watched passersby hurry by, observing the myriad aspects of life unfold before him. At that moment, he felt at one with the rhythm of Lisbon, enjoying the city's tranquility and beauty.

He wouldn't dare to act so recklessly here if he were alone, mainly because he has bodyguards in front of and behind him, just like a tour group.

"Hi, Chinese?"

Zhang San pointed to himself, as if to ask if it was him.

"Yes, you Chinese kid, I'm talking about you. You're not going to see anything by just following the group like this. And judging from your appearance, you only dare to walk in the middle of the group; you must be a coward. Haha..."

Zhang San doesn't get into conflicts with people; he's not going to bother with this person.

His bodyguards were all dressed casually, and they walked in pairs or groups of three or five, while he was the only one being protected in the middle.

"Hey, young Chinese guy, wanna grab a drink?"

"No, no need, we have other things to do."

After saying that, he left without looking back. As he walked towards the hotel, he ran into that person again at the intersection. Only then did Zhang San take a serious look at the other person. He had an arrogant look on his face and spoke English with a heavy accent.

"You're here to bet on the game too? Hey, kid, which one are you betting on? Want to have a match?"

Zhang San waved his hand and said, "No, I was just passing by."

The man continued, "Heh... coward, let's have a contest. If I win, I'll pay you back whatever I win; if you win, I'll pay you back whatever you win."

"No, I don't play these games. Please move aside and let us leave."

At this moment, a man next to Zhang San leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words. After listening, Zhang San was even less willing to bet with the man. He was just a merchant, not a desperado. The man was from a family from the Three Kingdoms period. Although he didn't know which family it was, he could tell from the accent and the tattoos on the man's body; he smelled strongly of curry.

"Hey, you coward, too scared to compete, so you just say sorry and admit you can't do it, haha..."

"We're not competing over money. If you lose, just apologize for what you just said." Zhang San felt that the other party was too difficult to deal with, but it was the European Cup, and at this time, all sorts of people could appear here.

"Hehe... You don't have money, huh? That's fine too; if I win, you have to take off your clothes and say you're no good, and you have to say it very loudly."

"OK, you also need to take off all your clothes and loudly say sorry."

"We need a witness." The man saw a reporter hosting a program nearby and called out to him.

"Hey girl, are you live streaming now?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Be our witness, I'm going to have a bet with this young Chinese guy. If he wins more than me, he'll strip naked and say he's no good." He laughed smugly, "If I lose, I'll strip naked and apologize to him for my behavior."

The beautiful host was shocked. This... such a thing really happened? Isn't this big news? Just then, her phone rang, and the station director's voice came through the receiver: Let them compete, and the ratings suddenly went up.

"Okay, gentlemen, may I ask your names?"

"Of course, my name is Tario, and I am the next ruler of the Indian state of Tauri. Moreover, for every amount the winner wins, the loser will have to pay the winner the same amount."

The beautiful reporter asked Zhang San again, and Zhang San said helplessly, "My name is Steve. I don't have that much money, but I can borrow money from my friends. However, since that's the case, I have no choice but to gamble." Zhang San shrugged, looking like he had been forced into a corner.

Seeing Zhang San's appearance, the beautiful reporter said, "Your name reminds me of another Chinese man, the father of NT-MS in North America."

"It's me. I don't have any money. I don't want to gamble with him, really." His distressed expression evoked sympathy from viewers watching on television.

But Tario shouted, "You cowardly Chinese kid, you don't dare? If you don't want to gamble, then take off your clothes and say you're no good."

"A man can't say no, let's see who loses."

The beautiful reporter took the microphone to her side and said, "We have already hired a lawyer to provide notarization for them free of charge."

The lawyer arrived quickly and said, "Whoever wins the most rounds wins the competition, right?"

Tario said, "Yes, that's it. The loser has to take off all their clothes..."

Zhang San nodded and recounted what had happened, saying, "I don't like gambling. If I win, I will donate all the money to the charitable foundation I manage."

"I understand the situation. Please wait a moment while I draft the contract. Once it's ready, you two can sign it."

The lawyer was really something; he got it done quickly, printed it out at a nearby convenience store, and then had the two of them sign the contract.