Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

The next day.

After Yang Zheng woke up, he looked at Zhifubao first as usual.

Then he sighed in disappointment.

Even though I was just betting randomly based on the data, I knew in my heart that I would not win.

But he still had a vague expectation that there would be another surprise like the one where Bullfighting Country lost to Windmill Country 1:5.

But the result is naturally no.

But there are four games tomorrow, the 25th.

He clearly remembered the score of one of the games: Colombia was beaten 1:4!

However, there is a big gap in the assessed strength of the two teams.

The odds of Xiaori winning the championship are as high as 151, while Colombia is only 19.

Therefore, the odds of Colombia winning at 1:4 in this game are not too exaggerated.

Only...28.5.

After thinking for a while, Yang Zheng bet on three scores: 1:4, 1:5, and 1:6.

Every score... 100 million!

Then, seeing that the odds of Colombia winning were also 2.1, he bet another 200 million on Colombia winning.

He also raised the stakes again in the other three games.

There are three big scores in each game, each score is 10.

This amount is a bit inconsistent with the one I bet on on the kid day.

But this is explainable: national sentiment.

Finally, I took a look at the balance of Zhifubao: 1800 million.

There were still more than 2800 million yesterday.

Once this money becomes data form, it is really just numbers.

Yang Zheng shook his head and just got up to wash up.

It was already past 8 o'clock in the morning.

He is the only one at home.

Yang Jiaxing and Chen Yue have already left.

After thinking about it, Yang Zheng sent them a WeChat message:

[Hire two more people to the store sooner rather than later, so they don’t have to work so hard from dawn to dusk]

Yang Jiaxing simply replied: [Yes, I understand.]

Chen Yue replied with a long paragraph:

[Okay, thank you for your concern, son. I will be back at noon and check the results with you.]

Yang Zheng could guess that what she originally wanted to say was that she should stay at home and wait.

But now it is expressed in a euphemistic way.

That's the role of money.

It’s not that Yang Jiaxing and Chen Yue are greedy for money.

But in this era, money is a kind of currency that can measure most things.

Including the ability to be independent.

You can transfer 200 million to each of your parents.

Then they will definitely not treat you as a child anymore and will not try to control you in everything.

Of course, if your parents can transfer more to you, then just ignore this statement.

After Yang Zheng went out.

As usual, I went to Brother Sanpang's place to eat fish meal.

When Sanpang saw him, he smiled and greeted him:

"I haven't seen you for several days. Did you go out to play?"

Yang Zheng nodded: "Yeah, same as usual."

"it is good."

The fat man responded and asked, "Where's your girlfriend? Why didn't she come with you today?"

Yang Zheng was stunned when he heard this.

He just remembered that he didn't tell Yin Qian when he came back.

I even kind of forgot about this girlfriend...

It is said that men will no longer cherish something once they get it.

I don't know about others, but it's definitely true for him.

After he got Yin Qian, he...really let go of all the grudges from past and present lives completely.

"She has..."

Yang Zheng was about to make up an excuse.

A sweet voice sounded:

"Zheng!"

His tone contained four parts surprise, four parts doubt, and two parts... confusion.

Yang Zheng was miraculously able to hear the fan-shaped emotions.

The person who came was Yin Qian.

When Brother Sanpang saw her, he nodded in understanding, said nothing more, and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

He naturally thought that the two of them had made an appointment to come here.

When Yin Qian saw Yang Zheng, she trotted over.

"I...well."

Yang Zheng was just about to make up another excuse.

Yin Qian threw herself directly into his arms and gave him a sweet kiss.

In public.

The two of them still restrained themselves.

They separated soon after.

Yin Qian stared at Yang Zheng with her big, watery eyes: "You... said you would look for me when you came back."

In fact, what she said subconsciously was: Why didn’t you tell me you were back?

But it changed when it reached my mouth.

She was a little hesitant to use that questioning tone.

Looking at the girl who originally had a proud and arrogant personality, she now looked aggrieved.

Yang Zheng felt somewhat...secretly happy.

Moving?

In his previous life, he was easily moved.

Especially for girls.

He hates to see girls cry. Once a girl cries, his heart melts and he will agree to anything.

As a result, there was no good ending at all.

So he gradually developed the habit of hating to see girls cry. Whenever a girl cried, he would... want to laugh.

Of course, now is not the time to laugh, after all, Yin Qian is not crying.

Yang Zheng rubbed her head and said in a gentle tone:

"I just got back yesterday, and aren't the college entrance exam results coming out today? You're going to be at home with your parents to check the results, right? I figured since you can't come out anyway, I'll tell you later."

This statement actually has a big loophole.

When did you come back yesterday?

Even if you don't come back until the evening, can't we make an appointment last night?

Can't we have breakfast this morning?

There is such a long gap from yesterday to noon today. If you want to make an appointment, there will be a chance.

Yin Qian thought of these things, but quickly cleared them from her mind.

At this time, she was just a girl from a small county town.

I have only "heard" about many things.

The trip to Chudong with Yang Zheng was her first time to truly experience the prosperity of this world.

But she knew very well that the prosperous world did not belong to everyone.

Otherwise, how could she not have experienced it before?

She also knew that if she wanted to stay in that prosperous world forever, she couldn't lose Yang Zheng.

"If you look for me, I will definitely come out, no matter when."

Yin Qian hugged Yang Zheng's arm and rested her head on his shoulder, looking like a little bird.

Yang Zheng raised his hand and pinched her face: "Are you so obedient?"

Yin Qian responded: "Well, I will always be so good."

Yang Zheng smiled and said nothing more.

His understanding of Yin Qian might be even deeper than she herself at this moment.

Let's say that.

If he and Yin Qian were in a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, then there would naturally be no problem.

Yin Qian is not the kind of fickle person.

In her previous life, after she had the idea, she directly broke up with Yang Zheng.

but.

If Yang Zheng wants to raise Yin Qian into that kind of little lover, then there is a high probability that there will be a green grassland above his head.

Yin Qian is not the kind of little woman who would compromise.

Therefore, Yang Zheng did not have any long-term thoughts about Yin Qian.

I don’t dare and I don’t want to.

He never liked the hobby of collecting stamps.

It’s not like a girl can really be turned into a vase for you to put in your home.

That's a living person!

Let's say that.

Most of the rich women who like to find male models and keep little puppies are the kind who are supported by others.

They have money and free time, but they lack companionship and... dignity.

Therefore, if you are not cheated in stamp collecting, you are just... deceiving yourself!

Of course, those monitored by black technology are not counted.

But Yang Zheng didn't.

So he doesn't like and doesn't dare to collect stamps.

The road of life is so long that there is no way to see all the beautiful scenery along the way.

Why bother thinking about putting all the beautiful scenery you have seen in your own home?

Wouldn’t it be nice to appreciate it for a while and then leave it to the older...and the next person who is destined to have it?

This can also be considered as a contribution to increasing the marriage rate.

At this time, Yang Zheng also ignored the fact that people will change.

Just like himself.