"So, the outcome of tonight's game has been decided."
"Really? I don't believe it."
"Then let's keep watching. You'll have to worry about it when you see the result."
"OK!"
Yun Yi smiled and agreed, and Wang Liu couldn't help but worry when he saw it. He believed what Ying Qian said about high-end players controlling the game.
On the other hand, Yun Yi's method of fortune-telling and determining victory or defeat is really unacceptable!
Wang Liu couldn't help but tugged on Yun Yi's clothes and whispered: "I can cure this guy by winning money, so don't bet with him."
"No, this one must be a gamble."
"Why?"
"For dignity."
Wang Liu couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't know how to persuade him now.
Of course, at this time, he simply gave up the persuasion, because he knew that Yun Yi was such a person, and as long as he decided on something, even nine cows could not bring him back.
Therefore, winning or losing can only depend on luck.
Then everyone started staring at the TV.
At the beginning, the two sides were in a stalemate until the game entered the 78th minute when a corner kick opportunity appeared.
"In?"
"Ah, France scored a goal."
Everyone screamed. Of course, the reason why everyone screamed was not because they were fans of the French team, but because the player who scored the goal was the player named Giroud that Yun Yi pointed at just now. His goal
The header is very exciting.
It doesn't matter if Yun Yi can guess the winner or lose, what's even more frightening is that he can even point out which players scored goals.
This is not a guess, but something real.
Did he really know it through fortune telling? Isn't this incredible?
"Did you really tell that Giroud would score a goal just by looking at his face?" Wang Liu asked in surprise.
Yun Yi shook his head and said: "What I look at is not the face, but the luck. When I say this, you may find it incomprehensible and incredible. You can't see the luck in a person, so I will explain to you.
It’s useless, anyway, I win now.”
"Fart, the game isn't over yet, how do you know England has no chance to counterattack?" Winning Money said angrily.
Yun Yi shrugged and said, "Then just keep reading."
Then everyone continued to watch the football match. Obviously, the French team won in the end.
When the game ended, the winning face turned pale.
Yun Yi then said to Yingqian: "Then thank you for Silver Lake City."
"No."
Yingqian shook his head and said: "Silver Lake City is a very important investment project for our winner. It is related to the interests of our winner. I will never give it to you."
"oh?"
Everyone is watching to win money. Isn’t this guy too shameless?
Yun Yi also frowned and said, "Are you going to go back on your word?"
"so what?"
Ying Qian hummed and said, "The bet we made just now was just a verbal promise, it doesn't count at all. If you don't believe me, you can start a lawsuit with me. Let's see who wins in the end."
"Litigation?" Yun Yi paused and said with a smile, "That's not my Yun Yi style of doing things."
"Then what's your style of doing things? Do you want to hit me? If you feel like it, just hit me. I..."
"Snapped!"
Before he could finish talking about winning money, Yun Yi stepped forward and slapped him in the face, knocking him away instantly.
Then Yun Yi looked at the winnings in a condescending manner and said, "This is my style of doing things."