I just joined the inspection department, and the whole country is in a panic.

"I think Germany should win this match, after all, they are the favorites to win the championship. As for Costa Rica, the gap between them and Germany is too big, so there shouldn't be any upsets," Lin Nan said.

"I also think Germany will win," Zhou Xiong echoed.

"I just don't know how big the score will be, or whether Costa Rica will be able to score," Ma Xiaojie also commented.

"Germany is strong enough to beat Costa Rica, but I predict Germany will beat Costa Rica 4-0! Costa Rica won't have a chance to score unless the opponent throws the game!" Peng Weizhong said, giving his prediction.

"Xiao Yang, what about you?" Peng Weizhong asked Yang Wen.

"I predict Germany will win. As for the score, I predict Germany will beat Costa Rica 4-2. As for the first match, I predict Germany won't go all out and will even hold back a bit," Yang Wen said, pretending to analyze.

He also liked watching football in his previous life.

I also occasionally buy football lottery tickets.

Therefore, we know the scores of most of the matches in 2006.

"4:2?"

"So, who do you predict will win the second and third matches?" Peng Weizhong found that Yang Wen's analysis made some sense.

"For the second match, I predict Poland will lose 0-2 to Ecuador, and for the third match, England will win 1-0 against Paraguay."

"Look, I've even bought a football lottery ticket." Yang Wen said, taking out his football lottery ticket.

"I go……"

"You're still betting on the scores of three consecutive games! Awesome!" Peng Weizhong joked.

Generally speaking.

When betting on football, the safest approach is to bet on each match individually, betting on the winner or loser, which increases the chances of winning.

The second method is to bet on scores, betting on several matches in a row. If you get one score wrong, you lose all your money.

Yang Wen is buying in this way now!

High risk, but also high reward!

"Hehe, just for fun, my guess might not be accurate," Yang Wen chuckled.

"Boss, you didn't buy it?"

"I'm not buying, I have terrible luck." Peng Weizhong said through gritted teeth.

He loves watching football and naturally occasionally buys football lottery tickets.

However, he usually guesses the score correctly when he doesn't bet, but he always loses when he does bet. So he has almost stopped betting in recent years because he would just get himself angry if he continued.

Just as everyone was drinking and boasting, the first opening ceremony began.

Watch and watch.

"Holy crap! Goal! Germany has scored!"

Everyone cheered.

"Shh! I said Germany would win tonight, and they definitely will." Peng Weizhong chuckled.

Over time.

"Holy crap... Costa Rica scored!"

Upon seeing this, Peng Weizhong's face darkened, proving that his previous prediction of Germany defeating Costa Rica 4-0 was wrong.

"Xiao Yang, maybe you'll have a chance to guess the first game correctly tonight."

"It depends on luck," Yang Wen smiled.

Germany scored again very quickly.

Costa Rica then scored again.

Final result: Germany 4-2 Costa Rica!

"Damn, Yang, you actually guessed the first game right! If you had bet on a single game, you would have won at least a pack of cigarettes. Now you're betting on three games in a row. If the score of one of them is wrong, it's like you didn't bet at all." Peng Weizhong was both envious and regretful that Yang Wen guessed correctly.

In his view, very few people can bet on all three games correctly, especially when it comes to betting on the score!

"Sigh, whatever, it doesn't matter whether we win or not. The second game starts at 3 o'clock, are you still going to watch?" Yang Wen waved his hand.

"Never mind, it's too late." Peng Weizhong waved his hand.

Anyway, I'll just have my fun for once; I have to work tomorrow.

So everyone went back to their own rooms.

Early the next morning.

He ran into Peng Weizhong on his way to the office building.

"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, you guessed right again in the second round! If you get it right again in the 9 pm round tonight, you'll be set for life!" Peng Weizhong looked even more excited than Yang Wen.

It was as if he had guessed two matches correctly in a row.

"Luck, luck, we might not win in the third round!" Yang Wen smiled.

"Hehe, come over to my place to watch the game again at nine tonight, and see if you win the third match!"

"Row."

Another busy day.

night.

The group continued to gather together.

It's past ten o'clock.

The final score of the third match was England 1-0 Paraguay!

All three predictions were correct!

When everyone saw this, they were all filled with envy.

"Xiao Yang, I didn't expect you to be so good at predicting the games! You got all three right on the first day!" Peng Weizhong said sourly. He guessed the scores of the three games, but only the second one was right. He guessed the other two wrong.

"You're treating me to supper tonight. It's a pity you only bought one ticket, otherwise you'd have to treat me to supper for the next few days."

“Okay, it’s on me tonight!” Yang Wen said with a smile.

In fact, he didn't just buy one ticket, but spent several thousand yuan, emptying his savings.

I've done a rough calculation now, and just this one time alone, I estimate I've won hundreds of thousands!

Of course, he didn't intend to tell them about it.

It's true that one shouldn't flaunt their wealth.

Yang Wen went out to get some late-night snacks and came back.

The group continued discussing their score predictions for the three matches on the 11th.

Because the first match of the 11th will start after midnight.

"Xiao Yang, your predictions on the first day were so accurate. Which three teams do you predict will win on the second day?" Peng Weizhong asked.

"I'm just guessing..."

"In the first match, Trinidad and Tobago drew 0-0 with Sweden."

"In the second match, Argentina defeated Ivory Coast 2-1."

"In the third match, Serbia and Montenegro lost 0-1 to the Netherlands."

"I think Brazil should at least beat Sweden 1-0, and Argentina should score at least three goals..." Peng Weizhong was still somewhat unconvinced.

He's been watching football for over ten years, and he always felt that the score shouldn't be the one Yang Wen said.

"This is just my personal guess, it might not be accurate, but I've already bought some football lottery tickets, dozens of them this time." Yang Wen took out a stack of football lottery tickets from his pocket.

There was nothing he could do, so he planned to buy more tickets the next day, but unfortunately his pockets were empty. He decided to wait until tomorrow to cash in the winnings from the first day.

"Hiss... You've bet on three games in a row again?" Peng Weizhong and the others were surprised once more.

"Damn, I should have bought one from you. What if your guess was right this time?" Lin Nan slapped his thigh.

"Not necessarily, it's impossible to hit the mark every time," Yang Wen waved his hand and said.

"Yes, we still shouldn't get involved with this stuff. Let's just watch the game. Even if we do buy some, we shouldn't buy too much, or we'll easily get hooked," Peng Weizhong warned everyone.

"Yes, Secretary Peng is right," Yang Wen nodded.

Why did he dare to bet like that? Because he has memories from his past life; he knows the score, so he dares to do it.

Who else would dare?

Soon, the match between Trinidad and Tobago and Sweden began.

Just do it in one go.

Trinidad and Tobago and Sweden drew 0-0!

"Fuck!"

"Holy crap! Brother Wen, you guessed right again in the first round. Can you predict the future?" Zhou Xiong slapped his thigh as the match ended.

Impressed!

He was convinced by Yang Wen.

Even Peng Weizhong was impressed by Yang Wen. It seemed that the kid's perfect score in all three games on the first day wasn't just luck; he actually had some skill.

Looks like a seasoned football fan!

"It's a pity the second round is at 3 o'clock again, otherwise we could have seen if Xiao Yang would guess correctly in the second round. We can only wait until tomorrow," Peng Weizhong said with some regret.

Everyone went back to rest.

Early the next morning.

Peng Weizhong knocked on Yang Wen's door early in the morning: "Holy crap, Yang, you won again in the second round!"

"..."

Yang Wen, who was still asleep, was woken up by the noise.

She even dragged Yang Wen to have breakfast with her.

Yang Wen could only helplessly follow the various strategies and trends in the third game's score.

There's no way around it, Peng Weizhong is indeed a veteran football fan.

In the afternoon, Yang Wen made up an excuse to ask for leave.

He needed to collect his first day's bonus first.

Fortunately, Peng Weizhong approved it, and it was approved instantly!

It's about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Wen looked at the extra 51 yuan in his bank card and felt as if he had been in a different world.

"Now that we have the capital, we can earn a little more?"

Of course, you can't win every time!

After all, hitting the mark every time is too terrifying and makes people suspicious.

However, with so many matches in this World Cup, even if he bets on half of them correctly, he'll still make a fortune.

As for his profession, it's permissible to bet on football.

This is legitimate income, and it's all subject to taxation!

"Let's buy another batch for the third day!"

After betting on the third day's matches, he planned to bet on the two days of losses.

After making his purchase, Yang Wen went to a Moutai liquor store.

The front desk of the store.

"Miss, do you have Flying Fairy Moutai?"

"Yes, sir."

The receptionist gave a sweet response.

Yang Wen was somewhat moved upon hearing this.

In the past life, you can't buy a flying apsara from the storefront; even if you do, the price will be significantly higher.

How much is one bottle?

"800 a bottle!"

Yang Wen once again remarked that Moutai is indeed cheap these days!

In my past life, it was sold for 2,700 or 2,800 yuan a bottle.

However, upon reflection, it's true that in 2006, the average person's salary wasn't high either; many people only earned a few hundred yuan a month.

A monthly salary of over a thousand is considered pretty good.

"Buy two bottles!"

"Ok."

night.

Yang Wen poured two bottles of Moutai into two mineral water bottles, along with some braised beef, cucumber salad, and spicy duck feet, before heading to Peng Weizhong's room to continue watching the game with Lin Nan and the others.

"Oh, you even brought food and drinks tonight!" Peng Weizhong teased.

"I said I'd treat everyone tonight, and I have to." - Yang Wen.

"Come on, there's still half an hour before the game starts, and it's your third game. If you win, you'll be ecstatic."

"Have some drinks first."

Yang Wen opened the mineral water bottle and poured wine for everyone.

"What kind of wine is this? Is it a local wine from Jiangwan City?" Ma Xiaojie asked.

"You'll know once you drink it."

"Hmm? It smells like soy sauce." Peng Weizhong smelled the aroma wafting out and felt it was very familiar.

"Give it a try," Yang Wen said with a smile.

"Sizzle..." Lin Nan and the others all downed their drinks in one gulp.

"Ouch...it's a bit spicy!"

"But it's so delicious! It's mellow, rich, and strong, without any watery taste! When did this local liquor become so good? How much does it cost per pound?" Lin Nan looked at Yang Wen in surprise.

He had drunk quite a few local liquors, and they were generally watery and hard to swallow, with no trace of mellowness or richness.

"This...this is Feitian Moutai!" Peng Weizhong recognized it after taking a sip!

"Flying?"

"I go……"

"It seems to be 600 or 800 per bottle!"

"Brother Wen, you're so generous!"

"Ahem... Boss, this isn't some kind of 'Flying Fairy' liquor, it's just local wine, nothing special. Although I made a little money yesterday, I could never afford 'Flying Fairy'!" Yang Wen laughed.

"Ha, you little rascal!" Peng Weizhong looked at Yang Wen and laughed and cursed.

"Alright, this is our local liquor. Come on, have another cup!"

"Xiao Yang, how much did you make yesterday?" Peng Weizhong couldn't help but gossip.

"I bought dozens of tickets," Yang Wen chuckled.

"No wonder!"

The group ate and drank, and soon the game started again.

More than an hour later.

On the second day of the match, the score of the third game was just as Yang Wen had predicted: Serbia and Montenegro 0-1 Netherlands!

At this moment, everyone was shocked!

"Wow... My goodness, Wen-ge, you guessed the scores correctly in all three games on the first day and the second day! My god!" Lin Nan was completely in awe of Yang Wen at this moment.

Even Peng Weizhong was utterly shocked!

He couldn't help but swear: "Holy crap! Xiao Yang, how many bets did you buy yesterday? If you hadn't bought enough, you would have lost a fortune! If you had spent a lot of money from the beginning, you would be a millionaire now!"