"I won... I really won! Brother Jiang, you are so awesome. You will be my god from now on!" Tan Junda first pulled Jiang Zhihao's arm and praised him, then pointed at Tao Feizhou and smiled.
Rampant: "Did you see it? Three goals! One goal is not too much, one goal is too little. Do you accept it?"
Tao Feizhou's entire face was dark, and he had changed his face several times at this moment, as if he were doing magic.
Three goals, the famous England team was beaten 4-1 by an unknown Iceland team? It’s just like your fucking dream!
Is this still football?
Everyone on his side remained silent, a group of people looked in disbelief, and most of them were embarrassed.
The result that Young Master Tao first predicted, he actually lost? What a hell.
As for Tan Junda's rich family, they thought Jiang Zhihao was a swindler before, but now that the results of the competition are out, they are all going crazy.
He actually led by three goals, what a divine prediction!
No one doubts Jiang Zhihao's intuition anymore. Now they just want to hang themselves on this person as a pendant.
So cool!
Looking at the extremely arrogant Tan Junda, Tao Feizhou gritted his teeth, walked over to Jiang Zhihao and said in a deep voice: "Give me your account!"
The way he spoke through gritted teeth was very ferocious, but Jiang Zhihao didn't show any fear and gave him his account with a smile.
Tao Feizhou transferred the money quite happily, but he still had to say some harsh words at the end.
"You're lucky. If you're not lucky, just wait for me!"
After that, Tao Feizhou waved to the followers: "Why are you still sitting here? Why don't you leave!"
After losing three million inexplicably, he didn't have the heart to go to the big boss's place and just left.
"Young Master Tao, go home and ask your father for more money. Come back when you have saved enough. We are waiting for you at any time, rain or shine!" Tan Junda shouted unreasonably.
Normally, Tao Feizhou would have scolded him, but after losing so miserably today, he still scolded him.
Whatever you say now is self-defeating.
Seeing Tao Feizhou leave angrily, Tan Jundal was overjoyed. He turned around, hugged Jiang Zhihao, and complimented again: "Brother Jiang, if nothing else, you will be my brother from now on. Just follow me."
It’s like a divine fortune teller, just two words, awesome!”
"Look at how uneducated you are. If you had studied for a few more days, you wouldn't have only been able to talk awesome." Ma Xiaofu squeezed over and said to Jiang Zhihao with a smile: "Brother Jiang, I'm completely convinced. I won't care about you anymore."
If you have anything to do, tell your brother. The moon is held in the sky and the turtles are caught in the ocean. If you just say a word, brother, I will go up to the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of fire without hesitation!"
Other wealthy people also agreed, and their previous suspicions had long since disappeared with the astonishing score.
Surrounded by a group of people, it felt like a hundred bombers were parked in my ears.
Jiang Zhihao had no choice but to reach out and press it to signal for silence, and then said: "It's all luck. Intuition is something that comes and goes when you don't. Don't take it too seriously."
"We don't take other people's intuition seriously, but Brother Jiang, yours is a god-like superpower!" Tan Junda said with a laugh.
This group of people is completely crazy. You can even predict the score that will lead Iceland to England by three goals. Who dares not to believe it?
Faced with this result, Jiang Zhihao laughed.
The so-called intuition is nothing more than a prophet of the future. This game was once hailed as a World Cup classic.
As a small country, Iceland can have such an amazing record, and I don’t know how many people’s attention has been shocked.