Ozawa-kun can't make the decision. The Japanese have always been the kind of people with perverted self-esteem. It is absolutely impossible for them to gamble with their own nation. Even if they are 99% sure of winning, they
We should all worry about one percent failure.
He wants to go back and discuss it with his president.
Ling Feng didn't stop him.
After Ozawa Kun and others left, Yuan Yuan was very dissatisfied with Ling Feng and shook her head, "Ling Feng, you are too impulsive! These Japanese judo players are still very powerful! You should not agree at all.
This way of gambling! There are many benefits if you win, but if you lose, you will not be able to stay at Binhai University, and even those Chinese students will probably kill you!"
"Then win!" Ling Feng said nonchalantly.
"That's easy to say! Do you think you can really win easily? Until now, Long Chu has not dared to challenge the judo club rashly. He is just not sure of winning! This Ozawa Kun is very powerful, an island country.
A second-level judo player who has achieved good results in many international competitions. Do you think you can win?" Yuan Yuan was very dissatisfied with his impulsiveness.
"Maybe I can win!"
Ozawa Kun did not reply to Ling Feng immediately, but three days later, he formally issued a letter of challenge to Ling Feng and agreed to Ling Feng's bet request.
However, in the past three days, Sun Gang had already arranged everything and spread the news. However, he distorted the facts and turned it into Ling Feng challenging Ozawa Kun. He proposed such an excessive
The bet requirement deliberately spread the impulsive dissatisfaction with Ling Feng, and used the national sentiments of the whole people to bet with the Japanese. This is an act of disrespect for the nation!
Therefore, the competition has not yet begun. Under Sun Gang's deliberate inducement, Ling Feng's situation has become dire. Public opinion has unanimously accused him of being impulsive, ignorant and selfish.
In addition, many students have more or less understanding of Xiao Zekun's strength. But this Ling Feng, apart from gossip and picking up girls, has nothing at all. Therefore, in the eyes of many people, this is a
There was no suspense in the fight.
Sun Gang took the opportunity and opened a bet. As a result, the odds of winning if you bet on Ozawa Kun were 1.1 to 1. But the odds of winning if you bet on Ling Feng were 760 to 1. Such a huge contrast!
In the dormitory, Zhu Hao was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a sheet wrapped around his body and a laptop on his lap. He asked very tangledly, "Brother Feng, do you think I should buy you to lose? Or buy you to lose? Or should I buy you to lose? Or
Do you lose if I buy it?"
"Oh, I wish you a great talent, I didn't expect you to be so unloyal! Brother Feng's skills are so amazing, okay? Even Boss Zhao worships Brother Feng as his teacher! I have always firmly supported Brother Feng to win! I just spent a lot of time
I paid a hundred yuan and bought Brother Feng to win!" Sun Yang said angrily.
Ling Feng gave Sun Yang a thumbs up, "Master Sun, you are indeed a master. You know I will definitely win!"
"Come on! If he really has so much confidence in you, Brother Feng, why did he only buy a hundred yuan? Obviously he just didn't want to offend you, Brother Feng, so he deliberately threw out a hundred yuan!" Zhu Hao was very unhappy.
He said with conviction.
"Damn, you know nothing! If I buy more money, Brother Feng's winning odds will be pulled down. Wouldn't those who support Brother Feng make less money at that time? Idiot,
Illiterate!" Sun Yang said contemptuously.
"That's right! Mr. Sun is a genius! Come on, buy me a hundred yuan too, I want to support myself too!" Ling Feng said.
"Brother Feng, this is against the rules of the market!"
"Nonsense, only the three of us know, you bought it for me in your name. Who knows!" Ling Feng rolled his eyes.
"Well, look at how confident Brother Feng is. As a brother, I can't beat you, right! If I buy five hundred, I will treat it as supporting my brother!" Zhu Hao made up his mind and clicked on the computer.
He clicked the mouse and suddenly shouted exaggeratedly, "Damn, what's going on? Who the fuck is so rich to support Brother Feng? Now Brother Feng's odds have dropped below 500!"
"I also saw that the odds of Xiao Zekun have risen to 1 to 2! There was a mysterious account just now, and he spent 100,000 at once. Buy Brother Feng to win!" Sun Yang said cautiously.
"One hundred thousand? Who is so rich!"
"Maybe she is an admirer of me, Ling Feng! Everyone knows that there are countless women who like me, Ling Feng!" Ling Feng said shamelessly. "But if you buy so many, the odds have dropped.
Mr. Sun, please help me calculate, if I win, how much will Sun Gang lose?"
"Brother Feng, you just calculated it! Sun Gang is deliberately trying to build momentum and raise your odds. If calculated based on the current odds, if Ozawa-Kun wins, he will not make much money, only 50,000 at most.
But if you win, he will lose a lot. A conservative estimate should be more than 500,000 yuan!" Sun Yang is indeed very sensitive to numbers.
"So little?" Ling Feng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and looked at him. "The odds are so different, how can it be possible to accompany him for half a million?"
"Brother Feng, when Sun Yang opens the market, he takes a commission from everyone who places a bet, and 20% of the income from winning the market will go into his hands. So once the two are offset, he will lose money.
Not so much!" Sun Yang said very skillfully.
"Half a million, that's a lot! It's enough to make that bastard Sun Gang lose sleep! But, Brother Feng, you must win! Even if you can't win, you have to not lose so miserably! Now there's another problem online
I opened a game and asked how many minutes you can last under Ozawa-kun! I bought ten minutes, and the odds are ten to one. As long as you can last ten minutes. I bought two bets, so I won’t lose any money!"
Zhu Hao said very nervously.
"Damn it, you get out of my sight right now, I don't want to beat you up! By the way, if I win this game, what are the odds?" Ling Feng was very curious.
"Brother Feng, I know about this bet. There is no odds for you to win. This bet means you will lose. I just bet on you being able to hold on for ten minutes. If you win, then the person who opened the bet is making crazy money!" Sun Yang said,
"No, as long as you can hold on for twenty minutes, Brother Feng, then whoever opens the deal will take it all!" Zhu Hao added.
"Oh, who built this? Contact him immediately. I want to participate in the fucking share. Otherwise, it will be a huge loss!" Ling Feng's mind was filled with calculations about money.
Suddenly, Ling Feng saw the same expression on Sun Yang's face and yelled, "Young Master Sun, you couldn't have driven it, right?"
"Ah? Brother Feng, I'm sorry! I just think it's profitable! Can't I give you a share?" Sun Yang said quickly in fear.
"Hurry up and tell me the truth!" Ling Feng was so angry that his teeth started to itch.
"Brother Feng, I've done the math. No matter which one of these rounds I opened wins, I will make money. I should make at least 50,000. If you can really be a dark horse..."
"How much can I earn?" Ling Feng only cares about this question.
"Two or three hundred thousand!" Sun Yang said weakly.
Ling Feng jumped up directly and threatened him, "Master Sun, I don't care, we will split it 50-50!"
"Fifty-five? Is that too much? I spent a lot of handling fees!" Sun Yang was not happy.
"Five-five!"
"Okay, it's only five or five! Brother Feng, but you must hold on! If you work hard, we will win a little more!"
"Oh, the students in Binhai University are all rich! So rich? Can they pile up so many bets at once? Mr. Sun, I want to share it too! Just give me one!" Zhu Hao shouted with his face shining brightly.
road.
"Get out of here!" Sun Yang and Ling Feng both cursed at the same time.
The location of the competition is on the school playground, and a stage has been set up for students to watch. These islanders really hope that more Chinese people can see this scene, so that the other side can watch their own nation here.
Being humiliated is what makes them proudest!
The time for the competition is five o'clock in the afternoon. This is the time when the flow of people is the largest.
Ling Feng has been staying in the dormitory these past few days and has not gone out. He is afraid that the angry students will tear him apart. In order to avoid affecting his mood, he has been hiding in the dormitory. Then he will give them a surprise.
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"Brother Feng! Sure enough, you have a lot of mysterious supporters! Tens of thousands of funds are constantly being injected. Now your odds are only three hundred to one!" Sun Yang kept reporting to Ling Feng.
"Really? If this continues, how much will Sun Gang lose?" Ling Feng would always only care about this issue.
"If Ozawa-Kun wins, Sun Gang might earn 200,000 yuan now. If they lose, they will still earn around 500,000-600,000 yuan!"
Ling Feng didn't say anything, he already had some details in his mind. Who are these so-called mysterious supporters? At Binhai University, the only two people he knew were Yuan Yuan and Zi Yue. These two people may be the ones who support him the most.
Especially Ziyue. She knows her own strength, so naturally she doesn't want her odds to be so high. Moreover, she also has money to spend!
Long Chu's Taekwondo Club is also paying close attention to the situation.
A gloomy, dark-skinned man came over and said, "Young Master Long, these are the latest odds! Do we want to take action?"