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

In the insurance industry, every company hires one or even several actuaries to calculate the odds; in addition, the probability of various diseases is also statistically analyzed and calculated to see which critical illnesses on the policy are basically diseases with a very low probability of occurrence.

The insurance industry isn't much different from the World Cup. Otherwise, why would both sides hire actuaries, mathematicians, and psychologists to calculate odds and predict people's psychology?

Zhang San doesn't know if other insurance companies operate this way, but his overseas insurance does, always finding ways to get the premiums from the policyholders into his own hands.

The premiums are used to invest in stocks, and other investments include US Treasury bonds and corporate bonds.

Another manifestation of the month-long global football storm is that Asian stock markets experience a brief decline. The reason is simple: everyone goes to watch the games at night, and then withdraws funds from the stock market to gamble on the matches.

It's that simple. The match is held in Germany, which is in a different time zone than Asia. It's daytime there, so it's nighttime here. People watch the game at night and sleep during the day, which is normal. If they lose, they'll drink to relieve their frustration. Where would they find the time to trade stocks during the day?

Betting on sports requires money, and some people, especially those with a strong gambling addiction, naturally divert money from the stock market to invest in it.

Zhang San placed several bets on the round of 16, the quarterfinals, the semifinals, and the champion, as well as some scattered bets, totaling one hundred million US dollars in global betting.

Of this $100 million, more than half were invalid bets. He was afraid that his betting would alert several European companies, so he placed several invalid bets.

"Boss, don't you already know the result? Why are you still placing several different bets?" Fang Xiaobing was the most enthusiastic of the three women and had been following the matter closely, watching Zhang San place his bets.

Zhang San arranged for someone to remotely control the betting, not just in one place, but all over the world, and then sealed these bets and deposited them into safe deposit boxes in overseas banks around the world.

He received all the tickets and put them into the warehouse. He also placed an additional five million dollars online, which looked like a random bet, gambling on probability. However, one-fifth of the tickets had odds of tens or hundreds of times the payout. If he won, he could win tens of millions of dollars. In particular, some of the tickets worth one hundred thousand dollars would eventually win one hundred million dollars.

He answered Fang Xiaobing's question only after he finished his work.

"Do you know that criminals, after committing crimes, hide in densely populated urban villages or other crowded places?"

"It's not easy to get caught there, there are too many people around." Fang Xiaobing suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, you've committed a crime?"

"Get lost!" Zhang San said irritably, "You're the one who committed a crime." Yeah, you stole S and leaked S, you silly girl.

"That way, people will think I'm bluffing, and that way I won't be found out. Don't talk about it outside, I won't admit it."

"Ah, yes, yes, boss, you're absolutely right."

After seeing Fang Xiaobing off, he went to attend to another matter. The World Cup would last for a month, and during this time, he would start acquiring more shares while the stock market was at a low price or in a plateau phase.

The stock market is about to rise, so naturally you should take advantage of the low prices to accumulate shares; as the saying goes: if you don't seize what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.

Although Zhang San is a time traveler, time travel is also a gift from heaven, so he should make good use of this opportunity to earn more money.

Zhang San sat in front of his computer and sent an email. The gist of it was that since it was during the World Cup, the stock market was at a low price. We should take advantage of this low price period to buy some stocks. Betting on the World Cup is about luck, but the stock market is about cycles. I feel that the cycle has reached this point, so we should buy as many stocks as possible.

This email quickly appeared in major markets around the world, and soon, it stirred up a storm.

As someone who has transmigrated and been reborn, I have absolutely no psychological burden when it comes to harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting others).

Others who harvest the韭菜 (a metaphor for exploited investors) will say that the韭菜 are all韭菜, but he harvests the韭菜 and uses the money to build up reserves and then use them to buy new technology.

The operation of the Da Sima Foundation requires money, right? The investment in research and development requires money, right? Building factories in mainland China requires money, right? Everything requires money. Just tell me, after the investors have been fleeced, isn't it meaningful where their money goes?

Even if he spends that money on a lavish lifestyle, how many women can he afford to gamble with? How much can he afford to eat?

He alone cannot corrupt or distort the atmosphere of the financial industry. The atmosphere is what it is, what does it have to do with him?

As the saying goes, if the crown can go there, so can I!

In mainland China's A-shares market, a six-person team received a list and were tasked with acquiring the stocks on that list.

There are more than thirty such six-person groups on the mainland.

In Hong Kong, a dozen or so groups of people are accumulating stocks on the market and starting to go long on the Hang Seng Index.

Southeast Asia……

North America……

Europe……

The large-scale accumulation of shares has begun. The trading volume this time is enormous, far exceeding everyone's expectations. They thought it would only involve a few groups at most.

And so, a month and a half later, the results of the World Cup were announced, and as expected, Italy won the final championship.

"Did we win?"

"Yes, we won."

"a lot of?"

"Yes, a lot. So much that you don't need to act anymore and can stay home and take care of the kids."

"Wow, boss, that's impressive!"

This was a conversation between Zhang San and Fang Xiaobing the morning after the World Cup final. Since the last bet, only Fang Xiaobing had been paying attention to the match; the other three hadn't, as their child was still young and playing. Zhang San had entrusted the task of keeping track of the match to Amy, telling her to just focus on it.

When the competition ended, it was Fang Xiaobing who came to inform him.

This competition was broken down into smaller, more manageable bets, with bets placed globally. At the end of each stage of the competition, different people would take a portion of their lottery tickets to claim their prizes.

This time, having come prepared, the trip was naturally relaxed and enjoyable. After deducting taxes, there were still over three billion US dollars left. Zhang San didn't do a detailed count, but of these over three billion US dollars, 70% belonged to him, and the remaining few hundred million US dollars would be divided into three parts.

When Fang Xiaobing relayed the news to Gao Yuanyuan and Wang Shengyi, the two were shocked. They hadn't expected that she had actually guessed correctly!

This time, getting over two hundred million US dollars is simply a miracle. Forget about being an actor or having a career, to hell with it all.

The three women screamed together. When Zhang San saw them again, their faces were flushed, which puzzled him. He looked at them with scrutiny and wondered what they had been doing behind his back.