"Football is round, but not everyone can play it. If you don't understand, just don't say anything. Or if you say something like England will lose by three goals, then I have to record it and record it every time I watch a football match."
Take it out and appreciate Young Master Tan's style." Tao Feizhou laughed loudly.
Tan Junda suppressed his blush, but could not say a word.
He knew a little bit about football, and even a fool knew the outcome of this game, so how could he humiliate himself as Tao Feizhou said.
But he still had some doubts in his heart. Isn't Brother Jiang's intuition always accurate? How could he make such a big mistake today?
Could it be that he really just couldn't save face and forced himself to maintain the scene?
No matter what, now Jiang Zhihao has placed his bet, even if Tan Junda is unwilling in his heart, he can only break all the bitterness and swallow it into his stomach.
As for Tao Feizhou, he was already talking happily.
The people who came with Tao Feizhou were not familiar with Jiang Zhihao, and they all laughed and laughed without concealing their pride and contempt. Some even muttered and cursed stupid people.
The people on Tan Junda's side were all trembling with anger and wanted to rush over and have a fight.
But now when fighting, you can only say that you can't afford to lose, which would be even more embarrassing.
And this also made them very disappointed with Jiang Zhihao. They had long thought that the bullshit intuition was fake, and they didn't know what kind of confusing drugs Young Master Tan had taken to be fooled into being like this.
How can a person like this who even makes nonsense of a football match and throws three million into the water have any real ability?
The fat on Ma Xiaofu's body is also trembling a little. The other rich people are here to gain experience this time, but he had already found someone to buy a house there yesterday. A batch of transfers were done this morning, and there were about three or four people there.
Around one million.
If Jiang Zhihao is a liar, wouldn't it be blind to buy a house there?
Thinking that these millions might be wasted, Ma Xiaofu wanted to slap himself twice.
Jiang Zhihao noticed the strangeness of these people, but he did not explain it to the others. He only patted Tan Junda on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry so much. The essence is what is concentrated. A small country may not be good at football.
If the level of football is calculated based on land area and population, then we should be the number one football team in the world."
Seeing the relaxed smile on Jiang Zhihao's face, Tan Junda subconsciously relaxed a little.
Yes, how well the football is played has nothing to do with the size of the country. Now the game has just begun, how can we lose confidence in Brother Jiang just because of subjective speculation!
Speaking of which, so far, none of the things Jiang Zhihao asked him to do has resulted in a loss.
After thinking about this, Tan Junda felt more relaxed.
Anyway, having said all the big words, I can only trust the intuition of this man of God, which is as accurate as ever.
In the eyes of many people, a football game is a boring activity. Twenty-two people are running back and forth on the field, but they are not shooting. People watching are anxious, which is not as interesting as basketball.
But in fact, the number of football fans is far greater than that of basketball. This is a truly world-wide sport.
During this period of more than an hour, the hotel lobby gradually became quiet from the laughter at the beginning.