Chapter 211 Watching the game with the female boss
Liu Gen walked into Wen Hanmei's office at a little before ten o'clock.
"Liu Gen, what did you do? Why did you include Manchester United in the match again?" Wen Hanmei was sitting on the executive chair. When Liu Gen came in, he pointed at the computer screen and asked: "And the odds are the same as last week.
Pay thirty for one!"
Liu Gen sat on the sofa with a smile and asked, "Sister Hanmei, why do you open a casino?"
"Ah..." Wen Hanmei looked at Liu Gen: "Of course it's to make money."
"Then the purpose of hiring me is naturally to help you make money, right?" Liu Gen still smiled and looked at Wen Hanmei and asked.
Only a week later, Wen Hanmei suddenly felt that Liu Gen had changed again. She looked at Liu Gen in shock. She didn't understand why he asked so bluntly. She looked unhappy. She stared at Liu Gen for a while, then stood up and asked: "
Liu Gen, what do you mean by asking this?"
"Sister Hanmei, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else." Liu Gen also stood up, walked behind the desk, looked at the computer screen and said, "I just want to tell you, this is the first time to get back the money you lost last week.
Best opportunity."
"You mean..." Wen Hanmei smiled, seeming to understand Liu Gen's purpose.
"Once the trap is dug, we just need to see if the prey will jump down." Liu Gen said confidently.
"You are a complete gambler!" Wen Hanmei laughed, reaching out and pinching the scar on Liu Gen's left face gently.
"Thank you, Sister Hanmei, for the compliment." After saying that, Liu Gen's nostrils smelled Wen Hanmei's perfume, and he sneezed.
"You haven't recovered from your cold yet?" Wen Hanmei took out a piece of paper and handed it to Liu Gen.
"It's not a cold, it's the perfume of your...A-sneeze...A-sneeze..." He sneezed several times in succession.
"My perfume..." Wen Hanmei raised her arm to smell it, and smiled: "You are allergic to my perfume... Haha... I remembered that on the first day we met, you also sneezed.
It turns out that I am allergic to the perfume I used."
"I will keep an eye on this game tonight and adjust the odds at halftime." Liu Gen did not laugh, but turned on the TV. This game was broadcast on the Nanhai Sports Channel. The kick-off time is ten o'clock. At this moment
The entrance of both parties is being broadcast live.
Wen Hanmei knew that Liu Gen did not drink, so she made him a pot of tea and sat on the sofa to watch the football game with him.
In the first half, Manchester United had more than a dozen chances to score, but the opponent's goalkeeper performed very bravely and saved several must-goals.
Wen Hanmei watched with fear. She was not a football fan, but when it came to gambling, it was related to whether she would lose a lot of money tonight, so she stared nervously. Seeing that Manchester United failed to score in the first half, she became a little anxious: "
Liu Gen, lower the odds quickly."
"No, we need to increase the odds. If Manchester United loses, we will pay 50 to 1! At the same time, we will lower the odds of Manchester United winning or drawing." Liu Gen said at the end of the first half.
"What! Are you crazy! What if Manchester United loses again? Then I will lose more than 600,000, it is very likely to be 6 million, or even more! I called just now to ask, and I bet on Manchester United to lose today.
The funds have exceeded 100,000 yuan!"
"If the odds are raised, the amount of money betting on Manchester United will increase!" Liu Gen said.
"Are you sure Manchester United will win?"
"Based on Manchester United's performance in the first half, winning will happen sooner or later. It's just a matter of luck." Liu Gen stared at Wen Hanmei: "Sister Hanmei, this is an opportunity. Gambling is just for excitement. I believe tonight
Those gamblers, under the stimulation of alcohol and the temptation of odds, will go crazy and call the computer room technician. According to my instructions, they will increase the odds of Manchester United losing to fifty and reduce the odds of Manchester United winning or drawing.
The odds are half.”
Wen Hanmei's heart was pounding, she swallowed her saliva, and said tremblingly: "Tonight, I will trust you..." She picked up the phone with a trembling hand and gave an order to the technician in the computer room.
Wen Hanmei couldn't sit still anymore. After the kick-off of the second half, she called a restaurant and asked if anyone had placed bets during the halftime break. The answers she heard were all yes, and all the money she had bet on Manchester United losing was
Very big. The answer from Haoqing Wine was that Jarhead, who won 600,000 yuan last week, bet 100,000 yuan on Manchester United to lose during the halftime break.
"Crazy! You're all crazy!" Wen Hanmei put down the phone and walked around the room anxiously: "Liu Gen, you're crazy too!"
Liu Gen was sipping tea and staring at the screen. He looked like he was sitting steadily on a fishing boat, but his heart was in turmoil. As time passed by, Manchester United had several chances in front of the goal, but they still couldn't score.
"Sister Hanmei, sit down and drink tea." Liu Gen replaced Wen Hanmei's cup with hot tea, handed it to her, and said with a smile.
"Only twenty minutes..." Wen Hanmei sat next to Liu Gen, took the tea in his hand, and drank it all. She happened to see the opponent break through the Manchester United defender and shoot with his foot. His hand trembled and the cup fell to the ground. Fortunately,
There was a carpet, the cup was not broken, and the ball was not scored. The goalkeeper made a diving save, blocked the baseline, and took a corner kick.
Although the ball didn't go in, it still scared Liu Gen into a cold sweat.
When the corner kick was taken, the goalkeeper jumped high, firmly grasped the ball in his hands, and then threw the ball to the midfielder, launching a quick counterattack.
Beckham received the pass from his teammate, did not stop the ball, directly kicked off, used the arch of his right foot, and passed the ball very accurately to forward Keane, who was one step in front of him. Keane pushed forward with the arch of his foot.
Cleverly, he stuffed the football from the goalkeeper's crotch into the goal.
"Go in! Haha... Goal!" Wen Hanmei seemed to be crazy, clenching her hands into fists, jumping up and shouting: "Beckham, I love you!" She ran to the TV, and the picture was just right.
When Beckham appeared, she moved closer to her lips, kissed them and shouted, "I love you so much! Beckham... you are a real man!"
With the exquisite cooperation of Beckham and Keane, Manchester United finally knocked on the opponent's door in more than 70 minutes of the second half. Liu Gen felt relieved, but the look on his face was still the same as when he didn't score.
Wen Hanmei turned around from the TV and rushed over, as if she wanted to fall into Liu Gen's arms. Liu Gen hurriedly moved his buttocks away. Wen Hanmei threw herself on the sofa next to him and slapped the sofa: "Liu Gen, it's so exciting! So it's football.
The charm is so great...Beckham is so handsome..."
Before he participated in football betting, Liu Gen had a good attitude when watching football games. He was neither very sad nor overjoyed. But tonight's game made him truly understand what suffering is, what joy is, and that kind of heart-wrenching feeling.
The charm of Wen Hanmei tortured him to the point of collapse. If Manchester United lost this game, he planned to spend his whole life repaying the money Wen Hanmei lost. Only then did he realize that his fate was bet on the man who ran desperately on the field.
The feeling among the ten team members was unpleasant.
After exhaling softly, Liu Gen said calmly: "Manchester United will still score goals."
"Liu Gen, you are simply a lunatic! You are a complete gambler! I really did not use the wrong person!" Wen Hanmei stood close to Liu Gen, punching Liu Gen's shoulders and arms that were leaning towards her with both fists.
In less than five minutes, Manchester United won another free kick outside the penalty area. Beckham stood behind the ball. His entire face appeared on the phone screen, and his eyes were like bottomless pits. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, and I couldn't guess.
There is no telling who he will pass the ball to or which direction he will shoot towards the goal.
Wen Hanmei clenched her fists and muttered silently: "One more...one more..."
Beckham did not use a long run-up. He made a beautiful banana curve ball. The football was like a missile that locked on the target. It drew a beautiful arc, flew over the top of the wall, and landed in the upper left corner.
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"Good ball..." Liu Gen was looking at Beckham's footwork. When he saw the ball flying over the top of the wall after he kicked off, he knew the ball was good.
However, Wen Hanmei stood up suddenly after the ball fell into the goal and shouted: "Beckham... I love you..."
Sun Hongming brought two security guards in without knocking. They were surprised to see Wen Hanmei dancing.
"Manager Sun, we won money tonight! Manchester United will definitely win 2-0!" Wen Hanmei said loudly with a hoarse voice: "Go get the wine, I want to toast to Beckham! I want to celebrate!"
"Mr. Wen, do you want red wine?" Sun Hongming asked.
"If you want beer, you should drink beer while watching football!" Wen Hanmei replied.
After a while, a beer lady wearing very little clothing brought over a small bottle of German imported dark beer. She knelt on the ground and carefully placed the open bottle of beer in the tray on the coffee table.
"Liu Gen, come, let's have a good drink tonight to capture the prey for your trap!" Wen Hanmei handed Liu Gen a bottle of beer.
"I don't drink." Liu Gen refused with a smile: "I use tea instead of wine."
"Okay, you drink tea, I'll drink, let's do it!" Wen Hanmei touched the tea cup in Liu Gen's hand with the wine bottle, raised her head and took a few big sips: "It's really fun!"
Liu Gen felt funny when he saw Wen Hanmei being as excited as a female football fan. She looked like a human being like this now. It was a return to her true nature. She was happy that she didn't have to pay out a large amount of gambling money.
The next broadcast was a Bundesliga match, which was also included in the betting games.
Wen Hanmei seemed to be obsessed with football all of a sudden, sitting on the sofa with Liu Gen, watching the game and drinking beer.
"Liu Gen, why do you like football?" Wen Hanmei asked slightly drunk after drinking several bottles of beer.
"Uh... I really haven't thought about why I like football." Liu Gen stared at the twenty people running for a ball on the screen, thought for a while and said: "I remember when I first saw football in elementary school, I was
I was attracted by its black and white color combination, and I wondered why the ball behaved like this, and I kicked it with my feet, just like when I went to herd sheep with my mother before I went to school, I liked to kick stones or sheep dung eggs with my feet.
, it’s fun, haha... Just like that, I started to play football with my feet, and found that it was not as simple as I imagined, so I wanted to control the ball with my feet and conquer it like a physical education teacher...
"
"It's like conquering a woman, right?" Wen Hanmei suddenly looked at Liu Gen with drunken eyes and asked with an ambiguous smile.