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

"Boss, it's the World Cup! Are you going to watch?"

Fang Xiaobing, who was playing with her child, saw the news on TV talking about this year's World Cup. She had been living in North America for almost a year, so she asked Zhang San curiously why he didn't go to watch the World Cup.

Zhang San rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I go watch it? Watching TV is the same." He was holding a tablet and browsing some information. This tablet was the latest research result of the Da Sima Foundation. When he heard Fang Xiaobing's question, he answered her casually, which was already giving her a lot of face.

"You're a millionaire! Why don't you go see it? You're a millionaire! Shouldn't you have some class? While ordinary people are watching TV, shouldn't you be there in person?"

Zhang San rolled his eyes and said, "Why bother with all that? That's other people's style, not mine. I feel fine doing whatever I want. Why should I copy what other rich people do? I've taken out loans of hundreds of billions of dollars, why don't they do the same? Is it because they can't get loans, or because they're afraid to? I had nothing back then, and I still have nothing now, why don't they learn from me?"

Fang Xiaobing stared in disbelief, then said, "You...you..." She couldn't speak. What she was thinking was, you have nothing, you have nothing, but now you have the right to use it, which others can't get even if they risk their lives.

Look at the whole forest, the supplies delivered every day are enough for those... never mind, I won't say anymore.

"Pshaw, watching it on TV, does it have the same atmosphere as being there live?"

"Oh, you're right, but I already know the outcome, so what's the point of looking at it now?"

Fang Xiaobing was a little surprised and said, "You know the result? That's so insightful? You're just bragging..." She made a sarcastic remark, and after a while, she put the child in the cradle and gestured to the servants and bodyguards next to her to watch over him.

These servants and bodyguards were all women. Zhang San wasn't comfortable with other men seeing his privacy, especially not strangers. These women were all brought from mainland China, and they didn't speak English.

Zhang San and Fang Xiaobing's conversation was in English; although Fang Xiaobing's English wasn't very good...

As Zhang San was looking at the documents, a pair of fair arms hugged him from behind, and a sweet voice asked, "Boss~"

"Speak your mind, I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Hmph!" Fang Xiaobing gave a slightly arrogant snort before speaking in a normal voice, "Boss, you said you know the outcome, so... how about you help me make a fortune?"

"You're already a female billionaire with a net worth of over 100 million, you're only interested in this kind of money?"

"Wow! This is different! Unexpected windfalls always feel great!"

"Oh my god, I'm not going to let you have your fun?" Zhang San teased her, his words laced with explicit sexual content.

"Hmph, you old scoundrel, I'm serious, you're going to make me rich~ I heard you like ****, I can unlock that~"

Zhang San immediately put on a serious face and said in a stern tone, "How could you say that? You should have said so earlier. It's not like we can't talk!"

"Tch, what a jerk~" Fang Xiaobing felt bored, then stood up and said, "I've called my best friend over, we'll share the good times and the bad."

Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Shengyi were yawning. They had been disturbed all night by the two crybabies and decided not to let the children sleep during the day, otherwise they wouldn't get any sleep either.

"What's wrong? Why did you call us over? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

The two women, disregarding their appearance, yawned, their faces unwashed, their hair messy, looking very languid, but much prettier than usual.

"Hey, let me tell you, do you want to win the lottery? The grand prize, like hundreds of millions of dollars."

"Pshaw, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Do you even have the numbers for the North American Lotto?"

"Xiao Bing, stop daydreaming. I need to go back to sleep. I feel like I'm getting old..."

"The World Cup is coming soon! The boss said he knows the outcome. I called you guys over. Do you want to invest?" Fang Xiaobing was very excited, looking just like a gambler.

"Pshaw! He didn't host the World Cup, and those teams aren't his. Why should he get to do whatever he wants?"

"That's what he said. Anyway, that's what he said. We'll just put in a little money and participate. If we win, we'll get rich; if we lose... well, we lose."

Gao Yuanyuan, true to her word, asked, "Xiao Bing, how much are you contributing?"

"Sister Yuan Yuan, I'll take out ten million US dollars..."

"How much? Ten million US dollars? You have that much cash?" Gao Yuanyuan looked at her with some surprise, and she was no longer sleepy. Wang Shengyi on the other side was also looking at her with a dumbfounded look, feeling that he should go to Qingshan Hospital and reserve a place for her.

Castle Peak Hospital, a specialized mental health hospital in Hong Kong.

"I don't have that much money, but the boss does. If I lose, I'll give him his son as collateral. Hehe..."

"That's a good idea, count me in."

"Count me in too. If that's not enough, then I'll pay with my body."

Zhang San, who was next to him, stopped looking at the data, leaned back on the ergonomic sofa, and stared at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so sarcastic? He had watched several World Cups and knew the general results, but he didn't know if history would change.

Moreover, these mothers are so brazenly exploiting him, even accusing him of trying to get something for nothing. Is that polite? Is that appropriate?

"Hey boss, did you hear that?"

After a while, Fang Xiaobing didn't hear a reply, so she ran over, nudged Zhang San, and said, "Boss, stop playing dead, say something!"

"Squeak~"

"whee……"

"Ha ha……"

A different kind of laughter came from Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Shengyi, making Fang Xiaobing a little embarrassed. She said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Boss~"

"Alright, alright, I got it. I'll check which teams are selected next. I'll cover the cost for now."

He used his tablet to access the data and began to look at it carefully. He saw that the selected teams were still the same ones, and the draw had not changed.

Seeing this lineup, he narrowed his eyes. He felt that he didn't know. Many things in history had changed, but the groupings for this game hadn't changed. What was the reason for this?

Ha ha……

Zhang San believes that this thing is either a god or a human being...

"Bring me the final words, I'm starting to pretend... I'm writing the conclusion."

Fang Xiaobing watched Zhang San's expressions shift from confusion to furrowed brows, then relaxed, then happy... She felt a little uneasy before she heard his words and immediately told the servant to fetch the suicide note.

"Sir, please have some water. Let me massage your shoulders. Don't tire yourself out."

Sigh, woman! Your name is opportunism...